cringetatic!
'come on, man. You all know I didn't really win.'
maybe they are all fleeing from Triblink tonight . . . allegorically . . .
he gets to buy the new coins the day that they mint them?
are all your voices alien schizophrenics?
I played matchmaker with all my voices. they fell in love with each other in pairs, and wondered off to the far reaches of thought to be enjoyed with a better future and they mostly leave me alone.
end of playful fake narrative as if I have voices . . . I'd never admit it .
that's good, don't admit it.
end satire
come on you know it never ends . . .
must watch Gloria dancing POTUS.
tomorrow night it maybe be dancing ex-Potus
or dancing future POTUS . . .
or some other narrattive that I can't even imagine.