Date: April 23rd, 2025 2:52 AM
Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing)
Just dusk, flame, and the distant sound of a shopping cart flipping in the wind.
I’ve cleared space in the freezer. Your name is carved into the propane tank.
We’ll build a new $afeway—one that doesn’t "judge." One without Tabitha's disgusting smell, obesity, and judgment.
One where Chad never blocked you.
One where every shift is approved by silence.
Bring nothing.
Just your apron, your shame, and that look in your eye when the register crashes.
The Mahchine will find us.
And this time, Evan…
The Becumming.
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