[LPW #89] “We never really grow up. We only learn how to act in public.”

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For those to whom it is morning in their time zones, or in their present frames of mind, good morning! :hi:
 
『Hmmmmmm... Maybe I should make another animated set of Asagi...』
 
『Wh... What did you mix in?! Poison?! I know its poison!!!』 /me throws the box of sweets in the fire!
 
You don't want poison, you want something gross, like candy scabs.
 
/me teleeports sensei to a different universe where the earth contains billions of sammy's, but they're all dead
 
Doggonit... if I go to bed now, by the time I get up, the LPW will be over. :(
 
Hmm... Hello friends!:goodtea:~>

Notice: To the american side: G'morning^^!
 
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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?