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79672e998e7d60ba898b16b0d8aea403f99b428f681b0a8a8571476190af7e7asafePrompt:
Oh is that what he’s up to now? His older videos are just him slowly going crazy at the 0.09-0.13 range. How’s he doing Q stuff now? The frequency on that style of content is strange. Everything’s all like… intelligence agency slop: loosely connected and barely plausible, with the undercurrent dragging people deeper and deeper into rabbit holes. Like the dark, political flavor of the inverse hooks that make people obsessed with Hollyweird and celebrity worship. National Enquirer After Dark typeshi
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The image features a man wearing a suit and tie, with a red tie, sitting in a chair and looking at the camera. He appears to be a businessman or a professional, possibly engaged in a conversation or discussing a topic. The man's attire and expression suggest that he is focused and attentive, possibly addressing an important matter or participating in a formal event. The overall atmosphere of the scene is one of professionalism and seriousness.
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Title: National Enquirer After DarkTags: Dark, Atmospheric, Industrial Rock, Spoken Word[Intro] Whispers down the cable line Spooling static, tracing lies [Verse 1] Oh is that what he’s up to now? Echoes of a laugh, fading somehow Used to spiral at 0.09, stuck in a loop Cracking frames in pixel soup [Pre-Chorus] A pulse in the void, a blink of red Every signal points where reason’s dead [Chorus] National Enquirer After Dark Truth wears masks and leaves no mark Hollyweird dreams under blood moonlight Pulled through portals, no end in sight [Verse 2] He’s diving into Q-laced dust Narrative spaghetti, trust turned rust Each thread a riddle, or maybe bait Hooked on illusions they fabricate [Bridge] Behind the screen, a whisper starts Inverting hearts with fractured charts [Chorus] National Enquirer After Dark Truth wears masks and leaves no mark Hollyweird dreams under blood moonlight Pulled through portals, no end in sight [Break] (Frequencies bend… time distorts…) [Verse 3] Obsessed with fame that’s barely real Their worship bleeds through phantom reels A flash, a scream, a silent plea Buried deep in a VHS memory [Refrain] Falling, falling, can't wake up Truth or trap in a poisoned cup [Chorus] National Enquirer After Dark Truth wears masks and leaves no mark Hollyweird dreams under blood moonlight Pulled through portals, no end in sight [Fade Out and End]