Potato.

Take a potato. Throw it against the wall. Run away. Walk around telling people that “The potato hates me” all day. If they ask why, kill them. Take the bodies to your pit and throw them in. When you have accumulated 100 bodies empty a gas canister onto them and light it. Bury the ashes. Take a shower. Cry in the corner for being a horrible person. A monster. No. That would insult monsters. Monsters can be nice and kind. Kind and nice monsters.
Can you do that? If not then you win the right to not be non-existent. Though if you exist then it’s same to assume that you exist. It isn’t but it’s easier to say that it is. Because it really is. Even if it isn’t.
Since you exist even if you don’t then you may continue to do what you do even if you do because don’ting isn’t a possibility. Or a word. I don’tingly think that don’ting isn’t a word.
Hey! Have you seen Bob. Of course you haven’t. I murdered him and burned his corpse. You can’t call me a murder! That is uncalled for. Just because I killed someone and burned the corpse doesn’t mean I’m a murderer. The reason why allows me to.
Do you feel that? It feels like the earth is being torn into a ball of yarn. Torn at the seems into a coke bottle. How the sorrow spreads. Like spider bags made of plastic metal. Just becuase my Imagery doesn’t makes sense you can go ahead and change it to something that is correct, but I know the correct answer so you loose because you are a looser who will always loose even when you always beat me.
Yawn. Yawn if despair. Yawn of joy. Despair with joy! And fires. Dam I hate it when they run out of fries. That’s my favorite part.

Well

Can you do the thing that I can do? Probably. I’m not that great. Though I may be better at meth than you. I’m pretty good at that. Surprisingly. Spelling? Not so good. Neither of my parents are any good at math. They both went to art school. I do not have art skills. I’m bored with myself right now. I suck. I shall create a character that is not me but still is me because I am myself. Are you yourself? No. You’re lying! Unless you actually did say no. Then you win. But since I am reading this as I write it, because I don’t actually think this stuff through... I lost track of my sentence. O, well. Well, you vex me so. Don’t you just hate Well. O, and love him. That part is important too. But how can you not do that? You do that’s how! Ha I will not confuse you with my mastery of mystery hand gestures of DOOM! Exclamation mark error! Of doom? Can you shout for yourself when you do something cool like die? Of course dying is cool. O... e-except for that whole y’know... dying thing. Wait. Stop. Cease! Deceased! One of those things is not like the others! I think that “y’know” is kind of weird and ugly. Why did I use it you may ask, but I don’t care what you ask so I will not tell you. I keep typing “ou” when I mean to type “you”. It’s annoying! I’ve decided to try and stop cursing so much. Why? BECAUSETHEPEOPLEINMYHEADTELLMETO!
Ok?

Happy?

I know I am but that’s unrelated. I’m always happy. It’s kind of scary sometimes. Especially when I’m sad. I have this sense of joy in my sorrow. It is confusing. It makes sorrow hard to pinpoint until I no longer feel it. At least I’m always happy. Unhappy people make me sad. But not so much that I stop being happy. I am happy in my unhappiness. Ok that’s enough of that line of thought! Rats are big when they are gigantic. Don’t you know this is true or else I wouldn’t say it? Or would I? I have said untruths before. I will do so again. Unless I don’t. Which would make the sentence two sentences ago a lie. Making it an untruth. Making the sentence four sentences ago a truth. Wait. But then it is an untruth and a truth. Making it a many as opposed to a one. But if it’s true then it is a lie. And if it is a lie it’s a truth. So it oscillates between truth and untruth. So it is never a truth and an untruth at the.... time... Ok, you get it. If not... you write the rest. I have cooler things to talk about. Like... Socks! And... Pie! Socks have glory. OR at least mine do. I don’t know about your lame socks. They probably haven’t even fought on the battlefields of old. Mine haven’t either but still. They would have kicked ass if they had been there. Or at least nipples. Or at least in the general area of nipples. Such as the ass. That’s a pretty general area but whatever. You general area contains the people around you. So you can say you got stabbed in you general area when a guy two blocks away got stabbed. Wow, a lot of people have been stabbed in their general area. That’s awesome. Being stabbed hurts a lot less than I thought it would. So does getting shot.

O! Right! Pie! Pie sucks. Or more correctly it doesn’t. I just like saying that. But I don’t really ever say it. It’s just something to write. That being: “I don’t like Pie.” Which isn’t even true. I like Pumpkin pie. That sentence just hits me in the right place. Like your mom. Not “your mom” as in the person that birthed you. “Your mom” as in the general phrase that I have overused. Y’know your mom, like your face. Same thing.

Stupid face. Not to imply that your face is stupid than the rest of you. I think your but smells. Whiz is worse?

Slime is...

Slime has this slick, slippery, I don’t know... slimy nature. Yea, that’s definitely right. Even if it says nothing. Can anything really be correct without being redundant? Just because something isn’t necessarily correct doesn’t mean that it can’t make sense. Just because something makes sense doesn’t mean it can’t be silly. You can make fun of anything you understand. But it’s important to try and get some sense of understanding before you try to make fun of something. The same is true for like versus dislike. Until you have made a serious attempt to understand something, and get at least some general idea of what the nature of the thing is, you haven’t earned the right to make fun of it. It’s important to not prejudge, and be open to everything. If you’re not going to go into something with an open mind, you might as well not go in at all. You can expectations, and ideas, but since these are not based on an exposure to something you must be completely willing to be disproved. A general desire to be surprised, but not expecting to be, can be helpful sometimes. Surprises don’t really work if they are expected. Accepting that some things just don’t make sense can be important, but it mustn’t become an overused excuse for not examining things clearly. Some things that do not make sense can still feel right. Paradoxes sometimes are much better at explaining the nature of the universe than sentences that are correct and make sense. Why should we assume that we could create a sentence to describe nature that works in the same way our brains normally do. Our brains can’t normally understand nature. Shouldn’t the best way to gain knowledge be to look at the world in a new way? But we shouldn’t overdo it. Just as we can’t always rely on our normal way of thinking, nor can we completely ignore that way of thinking. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Balance is the key. Balance; not equilibrium. If you say equilibrium I will stab you. Equilibrium has to do with rest. The last thing we need is to keep our minds at rest. Sometimes following one way of thinking to its end can be very helpful, but only if you can abandon it when the time comes. Too often we caught up with our own ideas, and approaches that we become stagnant. This argument could become the exact thing it is warning against very easily. Following any kind of doctrine or ideology will inevitably leave you trapped (but possibly not [but most likely yes]) .

Dammit. I kind of want to continue but I’ve out thought myself. I realized that this argument has become exactly what it warns against. I find that ironic, funny, and makes me believe in it even more. But I can never follow something absolutely. Even if I do sometimes.