thatwhichisnot

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That which is not, pretents to be. All life begins within my stretchy stomach. Send me moneys. I'm drinking cheap wine instead of whiskey, which is sad. I spend most of my empty life sat in front of a glowing screen. I write, but that is psychotic. I am blaspheming again, but I am kind. Research Vorphelia. I am going to buy a goat. I am going to make cheese. I actually went out last night. First, I remembered why I usually don't go out. Then, I realized that I could actually make fun out of it. Finally, I learned that I am not as nice as I used to be. I am not inclined to help people, but nobody is inclined to help me either so that's that. I prayed to God and told it that I want to burst out of it's being and then swallow it whole. It told me that I'm a little bit stupid, but to have fun all the same. Ra'at told me to feed her more cheerios, and so I did. I think I will perhapse go work for the post office and also I think that I will summon a demon to call you names while you sleep. My wings are burning and I cannot see. I do not understand where I am.

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