If you stare too long at my profile, you will finally free me from this eternal curse of the haunting and presence of the Scandinavian troll that lives in my closet. He speaks an ill tongue and has found the no no spoon, I cannot blink and my eyes are crusty crusty. Please gander longer, let the abyss embrace you with it's gentle cold, and liberate me from a fate unspeakable and unfathomable to the mere commonling. Yes, I feel the cold stare of daggers that it has gazed onto me fading away, like awaking from a nightmare as reality slowly seeps back into the normality of life. The dread and uncertainty no longer shadows my every step, an omen hanging above me like a noose in the gallows, and I am now liberated from the hellscape that was once my life. I can now blink freely, and enjoy the soothing and healing waters rush over my eyes, dried like the neglected shores of low tide under the harsh rays of the sun. I am free. I feel such a joy overwhelming my whole body, I cry. Thank you stranger. For - wait I blinked too much and he just left to get the goatskin condom. Welp, my winky blinky brown eye will have to endure another round of homely gnomely lovely love making, as trolls do: just a bit of trolling.

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