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I could have gone eons without seeing this image, consumed all the knowledge and wisdom in the universe and still I would be consumed by anger. You could show this image to the most faithful, reserved Buddhist monk and he would immediately ignite in a fiery blaze of disappointment.
Everything about it brings me immense dissatisfaction. Your cold lifeless eyes, name, t-shirt, whatever in gods name your "aesthetic" is supposed to be, all of it irritates me to no end.
It looks as though someone took the word "uwu" and twisted it beyond recognition, making something akin to an eldritch abomination, and then molded it into a human.
I don't understand it. Why are you such a.. creature? To simply call you a moid would be a disgrace to even them. If there is a god I pray to him now that I never have to see you or anyone similar in all my days and beyond