x on Nostr: we're going to mcdonald's to try the new ground beef mcflurry. we're in her japanese ...

we're going to mcdonald's to try the new ground beef mcflurry. we're in her japanese import EV that runs on blood. her fangs completely submerged in my shoulder, eyes completely off the interstate. going 220 miles per hour in the passing lane, i'm swerving with what little energy i have left in my arm and the pigs spawn behind us. microwave remote control protocols deactivate the car to a halt. like clockwork, four to five of them jump out of the pen like a clown car.. the chief piggy oinks his nonsense ... "good afternoon, uhh...." of course he hesitates.. bodycam off.. im figuring out how to blow him up with my mind. im struggling to remember incantations from that one pre-wiz class i dropped out of ,, i spent all of that time getting high on mixed-boolean arithmetic.. i'm casting spells over IP into his brain chip and a spiritual 9-day etherbinge of rohypnol and GHB hit his frontal lobe.. completely nonverbal.. the others squeal and snort in retaliation.. she loosens her bite, and drops her paw on the accelerator.. we're in grand theft auto now. "i added you to my tailscale so you can add music to the server now" she tells me before boring another hole in my arm.. the server starts lagging and objects become less clear, god is updating.