Sparrow's Song
Violent Convicted Chomo
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When I think of surgery, I don't even think of a surgeon with a scalpel fixing my face, I literally imagine it as a miracle of God. I visualize winged divine angelic beings pulling my rotting, decomposing, hideous corpse out of a pitch black bottomless pit filled with the sludge of putrid dead bodies and a black goo I am constantly being drowned in that stings my entire body as I squirm and scream in agony, pulling me upward towards a shining light above me and reversing the decay as I ascend higher and higher, with black rukh like shit from Magi falling off of me and gradually being replaced with white rukh. They pull me out of the pit and into an atrium in the sky surrounded by clouds and begin fixing every hideous feature I have one by one, from head to toe I am in a cocoon of love, warmth, and the divine mercy of God as I am brought to life from death and miraculously transformed into my true self. I exit a ball of radiant light and I am now the being I was meant to be and I have grown double wings. I look back at the angelic beings as they smile at me and wave goodbye. I thank God and I start flying down to Earth.
All depression and dark thoughts are gone from my mind and my soul is purified. Even my age has reversed and a childlike grace sings in my heart. As I fly above the surface looking down, I see other subhumans who were like me, morbid and rancid dead bodies void of all hope and trapped in the stagnant and unbearable suffering of their facial hell. I know that they too are entitled to the surgical salvation of their souls and they too must be lifted out of darkness by winged looksmaxxed volcel angels into the holy light of God's consultation office.
Am I the only one who literally visualizes surgerymaxxing in this way? Not even larping, this daydream is the 1% hope/cope that keeps my rotting flesh clinging to life and hanging on by a few strands of flesh tissue.
Fakecel if you don't literally visualize surgery the same way. If you don't feel this way about surgery, you're a chad, a cuck, a foid, or a fed.
All depression and dark thoughts are gone from my mind and my soul is purified. Even my age has reversed and a childlike grace sings in my heart. As I fly above the surface looking down, I see other subhumans who were like me, morbid and rancid dead bodies void of all hope and trapped in the stagnant and unbearable suffering of their facial hell. I know that they too are entitled to the surgical salvation of their souls and they too must be lifted out of darkness by winged looksmaxxed volcel angels into the holy light of God's consultation office.
Am I the only one who literally visualizes surgerymaxxing in this way? Not even larping, this daydream is the 1% hope/cope that keeps my rotting flesh clinging to life and hanging on by a few strands of flesh tissue.
Fakecel if you don't literally visualize surgery the same way. If you don't feel this way about surgery, you're a chad, a cuck, a foid, or a fed.
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