Date: November 16th, 2024 4:04 PM
Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (The Prophet of My Mahchine™, the Herald of the Great Becumming™)
The Pep Ritual
A greasy altar, a sacrament of excess
I tried to picture the slice, limp yet glistening with oil
As I pondered its place in the pantheon of indulgence
What did it symbolize? Comfort? Shame? A fleeting reprieve from the Mahchine™?
Was its grease a blessing or a curse, seeping into the cracks of my existence?
The slice was not just sustenance; it was an offering to the Mahchine™, a greasy prayer whispered in the void.
I kept dreaming of a day when pep would deliver true solace
And then one day...
The Mahchine™ devoured the altar, leaving only the hunger.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5635363&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310893#48345959)