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being a shadow milk kinnie is so immensely funny because you're always in the process of crashing out and pushing yourself to the brink and have very little knowledge of yourself, and then you just meet a silly little reflection someone who is the better half of you and you go oh wow- suddenly I am defined, no longer am I a soulless contradiction because the very divide in our beings gives me something to aspire toward, something to reflect against. something to be. I am constantly musing as if I am a poet and simultaneously having no thoughts at all. I am both the most joyous person when seeing you and yet full of guilt and misery that you are my reflection because I want to tenderly hold you amidst such cruel pain. Yet the moment you touch me I'm afraid my very being shall melt and my pride swallows my words to speak for the fear of the pain others have inflicted upon my being. If knowledge is a never ending swim of contradictions and reason is the slave of the passions which makes new knowledge so easy to ignore than you shall lose your mind understanding mine. Yet you still hold out your hand anyway amidst the chorus of my laughter and the wails of my sobs. Both nothing and everything. My life is a lie pushed around by a narrative to end in eventual suffering and yet you succeed where I had so worthlessly failed, and in my pure misery I love you and wish to consume your entire being. No longer alone, no longer undefined. I will make you everything while I am nothing at all.

And that is truly what it means to me to love.

Runs away but trips over exposing my looey x sprout themed boxers

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B: Hello again, Stanly

Ready for another dose of nightmares? Today I made something that will melt your eyes and….

S: Just spill it. My dreams are lucid enough to destroy your silly theatrics.

But I admit, reliving that horse race was great. I was finally able to change the outcome.

How about you look for something profitable? Even better, just keep wandering around the room where you're not in the way.

S: Even if you're a millennial creature or whatever, there's always something new to learn, like how to make good jokes. That would be fun. Your sense of humor borders too much on the creepy, too much for my taste.

B: You are a… those nightmares weren't bad jokes told!!!!

Whew, it's been so long and something has me so exhausted and sad. If you would just lend me your body for a moment to apologize to Stanford and the kids, maybe I wouldn't be such a mess. I'm sick of living with this guilt. Snif, snif.

What do you say, will you finally allow me to do something good with my infamous existence?

S: Yes, I can understand you. I know how important it is to ask for forgiveness in order to move on. You've admitted something very difficult; I think I'll give you a chance?

Really? Ha ha ha ha. Good one, Bill! You're getting better at jokes.

So you finally pulled out the sorry bad guy card? Ha ha ha ha. I've been waiting for it for a while. Good thing I wasn't drinking anything. Ha ha ha ha.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

B: Shut up already, you idiot! When you least expect it, you and everyone will pay. I'll make every pore of your pathetic old man meat have 2 inch thorns in it.

S: Ha ha ha ha. I must admit, if this wasn't a dream, in real life you would have laughed me to death.