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You try to >be the maid but fail because what the fuck does >being the maid even mean and anyway is the maid even what you "are" when you are so many very very very different things the sleuth the sprite the heiress of life the sister the mother the second-place lover five or so years older with the world on her shoulders. you probably fail hard at >being the maid of life but you try and try because you cant understand why everyone else has given up on figuring all that stuff out

like you left no loose ends behind? everyone keeps acting like its all fine? because what you left behind is a black hole, a dark truth, a single collapsed dream bubble with an impenetrable surface dark and shiny like an oil slick and the simple fact is that your hands are still filthy with the soot of sburbs burning and the god damn insurance inspector or whatever they are is coming to ask where you were that night. like you dont have a god damn responsibility to sort out the mess left behind down to the very last damn detail

once upon a time there was a girl named Jane Crocker in the ruff and tumble year of nineteen one nine and betty crocker's daughter had a life that was not so fine not so fine

o, yaldabaoth knows his own and makes them kings. yaldabaoth who raises his own blind idiot gods and promotes the law of the weak are meat and the strong eat. yaldabaoth who still obviously has his lurid glare his red red stare fixed solely on your brandnew little blue planet. you resolve to continue fighting Yaldabaoth and all demiurgic forces by cosplaying and playing around in your room some more lalala

hey yo dude wtf is that cherubs O_O

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