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- May 28, 2021
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I just want my own apartment. But this supercomputer, which I confess fully to wrongfully abusing all my life, is OUT OF CONTROL. I fully believe in Bill Gates and Elon Musk in their mission of free speech and medicine. But I enjoy cigarettes... It doesn't mean I'm gay; it doesn't mean I'm happy. It means that there is a literary monster running around and committing great evil. My schizoanalytical abuse techniques have gone too far. I am literally trying to ensure that nobody has capacity to understand my own language such that there is a complete abolition in being understood at this point in my life. I am 25 years old, my half-birthday (half-birthdays are stupid and abusive in my opinion) having passed meaninglessly just over a month ago. And I have never had a home I felt truly happy in. I was a "Minor Celebrity..." I know the evils. Have I ever been truly "tricked?" Nay! I am the grandmaster of ensuring my side always wins--or, that in the end, it will win eternally. I have always said I am a "philosopher," meaning a lover of wisdom. This does not imply that I am always in search of it and never in possession; simply it means that I will never stop my terrible rampages, long-winded rants and terroristic threats to former heads-of-state who simply want their peace in old age. I understand and misunderstand the world; but I will never let them put me in a bed I can't get out of. If I get the Gutter again--being born in it, I won't fear--then sobeit. But be it in my name! If I descend the river Styx again, surely I will slay my way out of it; this is all I care about now, though I have won and lost and sworn oaths I have later disagreed with. I am with Dante! I am with Virgil! I am with all those persecuted who then escape the flames! Peacemaking is difficult. If I want to live eternally, I will need to continue being rude, disrespectful and arrogantly non-satisfied with my holdings? What is life?