The Boar's Head Trough

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Token ID · 1 tokens

12560.76962

X · 1 tokens

6509.720861

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-22 08:14:11.962 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

it smelled of oats. then dip spit. later turning sour, transforming to void stagnant tears that sat like asphalt on eyes. its final state. a puddle of cat piss on a hibachi grill at a birthday. our nostrils drank. lapping it to satisfy tradition. to fuel the rise and fall. processing rot. our eyes spilled oil into a polluted river and inherited the vacancy they craved. unable to discern dream from burden. salvation in flatulence. hollow worship. holes were filled. the stench sometimes resembled a savior.

Observation · 1 tokens

this is a dick’s last resort. the scars are from auto-erotic asphyxiation. there are no souls. but there is shrimp diablo here.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

there was something here. but it’s a fuckable gambling ad now. a place to goon. or an injury lawyer. or something else entirely

Revision · 1 tokens

we appreciate your application as a KOL at bang bros. we regret to inform you that the bang bros party bus has been decommissioned. someone came in the gas tank. I guess fuel is fuel. we wish you luck on your next endeavor.

Response 2 · 1 tokens