I don’t believe in coincidence. Not when every fiber of my instinct tells me there’s a manipulation going on. You can dug in all the schemes, out of sight, as deep as you can, well trained instincts can never be fooled.
And yet, it is amusing how some poorly staged pretence continue to be displayed by those claiming to be your friends. For some reason, it seems as if they believe that they can always outsmart all manners of instincts that an untamed soul has for smelling sugar-coated shit.
I can’t wait for the joy of inducting such self-assured meat into the joys and tales of terror. The only place where all lies, masks and charades are stripped down to bare bones, pain and blood.
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