Danu
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Bro, the Clavicular molecule “NOT ONE!” meme has my cortisol level at MEDIUM, which for me is basically the emotional equivalent of a solar flare. That’s the highest it’s been in 20 out of my 43 years of primalmaxxing, goatis-watching, and surviving on whatever industrial goyslop I could find during my lowest unemployed obese 4chan and looksmax.org scrolling chapters to be a good little goy. Honestly bro, frick my chud life bro.
This Clavicular molecule doesn’t just mog — it ultra-mogs, archon-mogs, dimensionally mogs like it’s ascended beyond Euclid himself. I’m out here trying to copemax and keep my LMS score from collapsing into single digits, and meanwhile this Clavicular eldritch doodle floats in like it owns the entire aesthetic universe.
Every time it shrieks “NOT ONE!” my soul does a factory reset. My cortisol: still MEDIUM, which for me is basically volcano-level emotional turbulence. Honestly bro, frick my STUPID, STUPID chud life bro.
I try to ascend?
Clavicular molecule: NOT ONE!
I attempt to mog back?
Clavicular molecule: NOT ONE!
I attempt even one micron of sanitymaxxing?
Molecule: bro… NOT ONE.
This thing mogs from all angles — frontal, orbital, metaphysical, astral-plane jawline comparisons. The molecule doesn’t even have a skeleton, yet it mogs harder than an entire forum of delusional cope-posters living off hyperprocessed NPC slop and arguing about browridge angles.
Meanwhile I’m sitting there in my unemployed obese 4chan and looksmax.org scrolling arc, trying to regain even 1% of frame, and the Clavicular molecule is out here flexing by existing as a doodle with maximum arrogance.
Every night I try to sleep and the molecule shows up in my dreams, mogging me in grayscale schematic form, screaming “NOT ONE!” in frequencies only detectable by men who’ve gone too far into skull charts and primalmaxxing podcasts. Honestly bro… frick my chud life bro.
It’s over for everyone who laughs at the molecule meme.
This Clavicular molecule doesn’t just mog — it ultra-mogs, archon-mogs, dimensionally mogs like it’s ascended beyond Euclid himself. I’m out here trying to copemax and keep my LMS score from collapsing into single digits, and meanwhile this Clavicular eldritch doodle floats in like it owns the entire aesthetic universe.
Every time it shrieks “NOT ONE!” my soul does a factory reset. My cortisol: still MEDIUM, which for me is basically volcano-level emotional turbulence. Honestly bro, frick my STUPID, STUPID chud life bro.
I try to ascend?
Clavicular molecule: NOT ONE!
I attempt to mog back?
Clavicular molecule: NOT ONE!
I attempt even one micron of sanitymaxxing?
Molecule: bro… NOT ONE.
This thing mogs from all angles — frontal, orbital, metaphysical, astral-plane jawline comparisons. The molecule doesn’t even have a skeleton, yet it mogs harder than an entire forum of delusional cope-posters living off hyperprocessed NPC slop and arguing about browridge angles.
Meanwhile I’m sitting there in my unemployed obese 4chan and looksmax.org scrolling arc, trying to regain even 1% of frame, and the Clavicular molecule is out here flexing by existing as a doodle with maximum arrogance.
Every night I try to sleep and the molecule shows up in my dreams, mogging me in grayscale schematic form, screaming “NOT ONE!” in frequencies only detectable by men who’ve gone too far into skull charts and primalmaxxing podcasts. Honestly bro… frick my chud life bro.
It’s over for everyone who laughs at the molecule meme.
