nice person

hey! thanks for reaching out. it seems to me that you're barely alive,

"1910s woman who is a shotacon for buster brown" - very fond of this character

i think the phrase "god helps those who help themselves" is profoundly and intuitively evil - as in, it is an intuitive and immediate understanding that this is an expression of evil, i do not need to think about it - in a way that triggers sincere ranging disgust throughout my body, maybe the most cowardly, despicable method possible of reneging on the basic human responsibility to care for the well-being of others while generalizing it as a universal prerogative. it exists to fulfill the same semantic and rhetorical purpose as "if I don't steal it, someone else is going to steal it"

a "POST," is an affirmation of Satan's authority over this world.

i am aware of the fact that i will die at 63, maybe 52. the question is one of how to be a constructive influence on the world until then.

i keep accidentally entering intermittent ketosis because i simply do not have any interest in feeding myself - not 'feed myself properly,' but 'feed myself' period - during periods of living alone. health paranoia about the adverse effects of fasting / notion of burned ketones releasing cholesterol thereby raising my chances of heart disease are somewhat distressing, since my heart is essentially the one part of my body i am uncomfortably hyperaware of at all times, but not enough to break through the membranous layer of apathy and make me put any stock into the notion of 'not being hungry.'

i'm sorry about the things i say to you and about you. i think from a very young age i developed an altogether confused stance towards the notions of purity and reality. i could only ever imagine sex as a process of corruption and myself as a force of nature, and this led to the indelible terror behind the weight in your stomach you naturally don't have the words to describe at that age, although sooner or later, gracefully or not, enthusiastically or not, happily or not, biological creatures inevitably come to accept whatever understanding of sex they are given. as a kid i fantasized about being the perfect killer because i did not know much else & wasn't very smart. but it's only my fault, not yours.

it is difficult to try to remember these things now. there was a time when they were the only things in my life i held any real material recollection of, but every year they feel more and more like extensions of the visual snow expanding in every direction that immediately preceded and followed it. i know, i'm sorry. but i remember that it was difficult, because when we met eachother in that instant, i realized that i had never really liked anything before. i had to get used to it, but now i think maybe i shouldn't have. it was all so seamless before.

guy who is living at a time when a global empire is conducting and organizing a conspiracy against the human race and he spends his time caring about if ralsei is transgender or not

i remember, when i was younger, telling someone that i neither drank alcohol nor permitted myself coffee nor smoked and that i thought of these habits negatively and they stopped talking to me because they thought i was a mormon

i don't believe that all those bad luck things really happened to brian, he's probably just making it up for attention

i am an empty room confusing itself for the person whose voice it echoes