#wizardintern

The fungus is whispering spells to me you can’t even fathom.

The fungus is not cursed. I know because the fungus assured me it was not cursed as it whispered lullabies in my ear to help me sleep.

Y’all. I have succumbed to the fungus.

Exiled from the King's court because he found my, "vibes unnerving," and my, "meme game lacking narrative integrity."

You only wish your skeleton was as skillful and handsome as mine.

The fungus is caressing my mind with forbidden knowledges.

All my haters become lovers when I kiss them gently on the mouth and hold them tenderly.

The Fungus cannot absolve you of your sins and mistakes. But after you have reckoned with your own mortality and the harm and scars you have placed upon the universe and its inhabitants it will welcome you into it's rest without judgement and without shame. Both saint and sinner shall be consumed gladly, as all physical evidence of your existence is metabolized into oblivion.