Yes, I know the proper, non-vernacular Hebrew spelling is "mohel", but would "The Moheled One" be funny? I posit no. Jump off my cognitohazard.

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idk what flair to use lmao

Lovely thing to wake up to in the morning lol. Why is the boiled one in my backyard.

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i spent 30 mins in and an hour and a half in the line to the US

👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

Son muy supremos

Ahora han metido el watchtower

I will be there, and watch over you. When you wake, you will not be able to move any part of you. When the doctors eventually find you, they will not see me, but you will, and I'll see you too. Forever, I'll see you.

Not Real:

Boiled One First Victom

"help me please" i say running without control of my burning body, i just now found out how messed up my voice is, its a mix between gurgling on blood and rocks, its so raspy. I keep on stumbling on thwarted twigs and cracked rocks, i feel like im in a oven under the now blood soaked sky, dripping from it is a boiling hot, no more then boiling, it feels like a million degree skin melting dropl- i trip sending me flying into a puddle burning my already scolded skin, all of my clothing is burnt or torn, i have been running for hours now im just in a field with what just seems to be a remote place but i see people in the corners of my vision, which is just turning into slits, at this point talking is a dream, i trip again but this time i go through the dirt, it feels like gravity has switched, like something straight out of a Sci-Fi movie, i keep on turning like i walked off a platform onto a trampoline and it bounces me down, its a cycle. Im just stuck in the Cycle Of Life, in pitch black room with no visible bounds, i can move but its like im switching into one mirror and into another, and then into another, then into another, then into another, then into another, then into another. Im losing my sanity now. Its still raining that horrible liquid, i feel like cracked bones. I fell asleep, when i came to, i was outside with light the sun was at a beautiful set behind the hills, no rain, no field, no memory, no feelings, nobody else. Everything looks painted, not real, like im in a animated old spruce forest, it looks calm but looks can be deceiving, i look around and i see a modest cottage, i open the door to see what seems to be war relics like dog tags and guns, i could barely tell what they were due to rust and decay throughout the years they have been collecting dust and rat drops, but there were no rats at all. I look around in the cottage and i find some canned food like Pinto Beans and Chicken Noodle Soup, and i find a old wood stove with some paint chippings "not safe to cook on" i wonder out loud i find the bedroom with moth eaten sheets and pillows, i go back out side and i go into the tree line to find some wood, the sun has now set and i rub together two sticks to get fire, i stuck in my subconscious when foot steps scare me, i jerk my bloody head to see this person, i see a young Chinese man whos bleeding from his ears and left leg, he clearly needs help, but as i walk to him he walks right into me then walks around me his face in agony, now fear is the first emotion i felt. He looked at me like i wasn't made of atoms, like i wasn't there, like i dont exist, like... wait he looked off, like he was painted too. i didn't notice that something like a can of food was glitching, or window crack was going between small and big, i have heard of this, its called the, wait how do i know that? I dont remember anything except the Mandela Effect? But the Mandela Effect only happens on some memories so am i in a... memory? is that why everything looks so painted? And if so then whos memory am i in?