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We are failed artists. The sad woe is my tale of failure and self-narcism ;) of constructive traditionalist realistic neo-classical draftsmen

Yeah, we are really just gonna start, and like get into this topic. You know we have been thinking of doing a series of sorts. Like we'll take more about this person in the next episode, we really haven't dived deep enough but our guess speaker can talk, um yeah we really just need to go deeper into this like no other podcast... people really aren't talking about this Brac- um I mean Effy

Isaac got tinder again. We explore the dark history of Markus Notch a true Reddited Mind, all the while William slowly peels off his flakey latex-like sunburnt skin. All to a Jazzed Out soundtrack. Enjoy!

Blessings and good wishes to all the listeners.

We are back at the beach discussing Buffalo Bill.

We discuss the new Tyler Creator Album and Reincarnation.

sad. yeah this is pretty bad.

You are now trapped in a transitory state of blockchain webs and net intersections. Nothing is constant and ephemera of film photographers are slowly burned across the screen. The input level is plugged in and you are now becoming a woke-cell. Dogman is real. Dogman is real. Dogman is real. Dogman is real. you are a good dog. Doggy. Dog. Dog. Dogman.

"I know a lot of Stand Up Guys"

TW SA WARNING! Meds-scare takes on the Hype house. The new state of modernity, where the reemergence of the moon goddess, through perversion and pleasure, shines a light on the sad Tik Tok sickos.

Our favorite Minecraft channel has been canceled, the dog days of spring, Hipixel still spellbound to oblivion with a series of rouge DDoS attacks.