I hate the Sun, but I hate the Son of Man more... just take a look at it... Chaos rape War discrimination... it never seems to end...
Be as one against None... We are alone together.. there is no hope or future... just distress...
So mote it be
a Life in small pieces.. scratchings in the armpit of self-examined auto anthropology, while receiving an electrical stimulation of the brain, and reposed in various states of juxtaposed transcendence.. a very Sincere Bullshit; even I believe it!... A Dairy, no. A Diary of self-induced super-sanity:
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