frankmask

I have contracted martian death flu. Deep inside my body superheated reactions are occuring, fueled by CLIF bars and years of excessive porn consumption. Soon my skin will slough off, revealing glistening black chitin and murderous razor sharp claws. But with my skin will go my mind, and all that will remain of me will be my snappy fashion sense and propensity to dance in public. The martian muta-frank will then skip through the effervescent layers of reality, summoning to him a horde of foul martian monsters in order to spread the terrible plague. In a mere weeks time all humanity will fall before the terror of the martian death flu.

Long story short, if anyone wanted to bone me/confess their undying love, now's the time because it a week we'll all be exoskeletal horrors controlled by a sinister and alien intelligence.

Ack. My brain is trying to claw it's way out of my head. I think this is a sinus thingy, and I hate sinus thingies. OOOW! Fucking fucker fuck. IT doesn't even really hurt, like, painwise, right? It just feels really fucking uncomfortably weird. Owww!