I’m redacted because many of the pranks I formulate are live-options, no Ashton to step through the door to say gotcha! What I call an actual gotcha.
“Noooo this is the end of history, there’s no alternative to the way things stand now.”
Transferred from one digital solitary confinement cell to another to keep this illusion from dissolving- this isn’t how discourse should be. The anon-phenomenon is a profound symptom that all our prestigious institutions don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.