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.
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.
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