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[fuckyou_chorus]

[In a cornfield today, there is a scarecrow. It's a bit off for camp's scarecrows; there's something not quite right about it. Perhaps the stitching is just somewhat off. Perhaps it's because the rope around its waist looks ancient. Perhaps it's due to the fact that when the wind brushes by, you could swear it was moving on its own. Or perhaps it's due to the note that's nailed through one of its shoulders, still clearly legible to all.

"'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

. . . curious.]

[truth post! in this post, you are suddenly incapable of lying and can only speak the truth.]