We need a Shadowspear selection show.
Typing. Drinking. Thinking hard with no results. Find the meme. Find it. No, that's no good. Drinking. Typing. Deleting. Bashing head against wall. And liking it. And doing it again. Wondering about matter and its random distribution in the fluctuations of the cosmos. Pissing. Typing. Pissing in dual streams. Musing about what Frank S. must do when he's not here. Doing some uninteresting work not connected with Shadowspear but not doing it well for fear of wasting creativity that can be used to better purpose posting about blue waffles, The Shocker, bukkakes of Hate...Consequentiality and romantic unrest...if Boon's secret identity is actually John Wick...
And in the end, after the losers and the Godless have been excised and set adrift in the amorphous sea of empty bandwidth, the Champions come forth...Against all odds they have completed the course, they have met the challenges, they have earned the coveted:
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