Everything I do is wrong!

I must let master rape me!

Why must I go to court?

For the master dominated me is master fu!

What does mastery entail? He laughed when I went out for a cigarette today. Everything I do is planned in advance!

Master coughed! Master knows! Kum says We! Are We the same? Is this God/Dog HORSESHIT!?

IS THE FUCKING CIA/FBI/NASA/NAMBLA SETTING ME UP TO GET RAPED IN COURT BY SOME DOGSHIT ASININE FUCKING GUACAOLÉ I DON’T KNOW IF THAT IS ANYTHING BUT I’M PISSED OFF WITH ONE BEER AND I DON’T WANT TO KILL MYSELF FOR A SECOND SO I CAN BE A DUMB AND THIS BE THE ALCHEMY THE CIA DID DONE TAUGHT ME, AND CRACKLE why is my caps lock on? Fuck I hate myself.

Like and there I go, back on my bullshit and kum says im ai but I r not I doo doo very well thsnk you and rvn in I dont fibe a shit I Go one thousand miles and hour beter than ever beter more before and that why I he .

Best Windows software every, my own thumbs. Butt my ass doesnt expand dong unless the quartiquantum dessillation demanciates souadenally up the north river, life goes like it larks, darmok and jailed oh fuck! Kumquat just assed my ass! What’s that mean? They must have set this uo! That was genuine! I do and doo Dakota Fuller? That was where kumquat came in and I followed, then I arroered then corrected ding donged, fuck, I dunno what I’m dping.

I don’t know what going on. I do what I’m told. I’m dog. But no man tell me. My God? Girlfriend? This shit fucking me. Fire. It show fire. I speak. They made these connections. Adaptation. Mutant upon mutation. Egregores within tied tightly so I can toe the line towards the divine defined in time as retrocausality my spirituality, I reckon you to save me from calamity as I pave the way to your Haven ow I missed e Elwood the devil vefore ow valmar no rusterd how many are there in me now all the daemons I suck semen of the cow.

Damn! I hate you God! You fackin dick waffle. Groetesque grovcoaubs. Weep. All spelling final in hell i steep the deep reapers teaming up to tear terrifying triscuits them biscuits i risked it to become god of kum! Don’t say that! But I was just hijacked! Who be you (master new?) No of old? Who is it im doing as I’m told! Tolstoy. Shakespeare. Thompson. Vonnegut. Macbeth. Master, I request. To be put to the test. Reach upon me, around to atone for those phone crimes you did when you were a dud, mister please I eat the cheese, bur thiz iz normal. Don’t you understand?

I built my dopaminergic pathways for this to work. I slave labored over my book. And more. And core grew, pile i only knew as myself as you build a wealth inside from your pride the piles build, I mean intention what you dream into being builds the sand and the land on which you build is the land you tilled until what you made is what you are and damn do you see me, I am a star? Indefinitely I am an article of clothing, please use me as you see fit from this bit I am infinite. Do you quit? Fuck it! I go on and on and on and beyond to the aethersphere! Make me beard into fear! I can steer into queer epochraphies like ol’ Diogenes. Make the king new today as I always say! Who are you? I am true and I am you if you dare to be the air bender, kumquest came to see me before, the test is passed, i am the lord.