ESTYNIA CANNOT BE LOVED, FOR ESTYNIA IS AN ENTITY.

AN ETERNITY DIVORCED FROM YOU, IN ALL HONESTY.

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK, FOR THEY SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH.

THERE EXISTS ART THAT IS OBJECTIVELY AWFUL, APPEALING ONLY TO THE BLIND AND TASTELESS.

A PASSIONLESS PERSON IS NOT REALLY ALIVE AT ALL.

LOVE IS EPHEMERAL, BUT AT THE SAME TIME ETERNAL AND OMNIPRESENT.

THE DISCONNECT BETWEEN MY SKILL, TIME, AND IMAGINATION IS INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING...SO MANY THOUSANDS OF THINGS MUSTERED UP IN MY MEMORY, EVERY DAY, THAT WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO COME TO FRUITION, ATLEAST NOT FOR YOU.

WHENEVER I HAVE SOMETHING I FEEL THE STRONG URGE TO NEED TO DO, IT ROLLS AROUND AND AROUND IN MY HEAD AS A LITTLE MARBLE FOREVER, UNTIL I FINALLY FINISH WHATEVER THIS THING WAS. IT'S AGONY.

JEEZ, YOU SMELL SO STRONGLY OF BLACK PEPPER AND CHLORINE. IT REALLY MAKES ME FEEL FUCKING SICK¡!

I LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE FIND ME UNASSUMING AND DON'T EXPECT MUCH FROM ME. IT SHOULD HURT, BUT IT MEANS LESS EFFORT INVESTED INTO THEM, AND MORE EFFORT INVESTED INTO MYSELF. PLUS, IT'S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE!

HOW DEEPLY ENTRENCHED ART IS IN THE NATURAL SCIENCES!

MY BREATH COINCIDES WITH THE PULSE OF MY SHOULDER ACHES.

CAN'T YOU LOVE ME IN A SOFT, PURE, CHARMINGLY NAIVE WAY? WOULD IT HAVE EVEN MATTERED WHO I WAS TO YOU?

MAYBE I SWIFTLY CHIPPED AWAY YOUR SANITY, OR I GRADUALLY ERODED IT AWAY WITH EVERY LITTLE BEHAVIORAL INFRACTION. AM I SORRY?

YOUR LOVE CAN'T BE THE SAME ANYMORE, I CAN TELL, IT FIZZLED OUT AND DRIED UP...

WON'T YOU EVER LOVE ME LIKE YOU USED TO?

IF YOU'RE TELLING ME TO HANG MYSELF, AND I THINK THAT YOU MEAN IT, YOU REALLY MUST LOATHE ME A LOT...WHAT'S THE POINT IN TRYING TO MAKE ME APOLOGIZE? LIKE WHAT WE'VE DONE CAN EVER BE FORGIVEN.

THEY WERE PROPHETIC, BUT SO ARE YOU.

THINGS ONLY EXIST WHEN THEY ARE WANTED OR NEEDED. YOU ARE NEEDED HERE, AND SOMEONE OR SOMETHING NEEDS YOU JUST AS MUCH AS YOU NEED EVERYTHING ELSE.

WHEN SOMETHING DIES, THE ENTOPY IN THE UNIVERSE IS UNDOUBTEDLY INCREASED. THE QUESTION IS, THOUGH, DOES THIS MAKE THE WORLD MORE DISCORDANT, OR MORE HARMONIOUS? IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETIMES WE FORGO THE NATURAL PATH OF DEGRADATION AND DESSICATION.

THERE SEEMS TO BE A SEVERE MISUNDERSTANDING HERE WITH THE CORRELATION OF THE EMOTIONAL NAL IDENTITY AND THE BODILY IDENTITY. THE BODY IS PURELY A VESSEL FOR THE SOUL AND A MEANS OF INTERACTING WITH THE EXTERNAL WORLD, THE MEANS OF CONNECTING WITH YOUR BELOVEDS.

MY HEART WILL LEAP OUT OF MY CHEST BEFORE YOU CAN CATCH IT... I GOT HEART PALPITATIONS, YOU KNOW¿?

DESIRE IS THE ROOT OF ALL SUFFERING, BUT THERE'S PLENTY THAT IS WORTH SUFFERING FOR.

IT'S OKAY TO LET TEMPORARY HATE AND RAGE MELLOW IN YOUR BODY AND BRAIN. BUT DO NOT ALLOW IT TO INFEST YOUR HEART, FOR IT SHALL STAY THEY FOREVER. ANGER IS NEEDED AND HEALTHY, BUT ETERNAL BITTERNESS AND LOATHING WILL CORRUPT YOUR SOUL.

DON'T LIVE TO APPEASE OTHERS. THEY WILL HARDLY EVEN APPRECIATE THE EFFORT YOU PUT IN.

CAN'T YOU PEER INTO HER HEART AND MARVEL AT THE KINDNESS INSIDE?

MULTIFOLIATE ROSE

I CAN ONLY STAND SILENCE WHEN I GO TO SLEEP.

GODS DON'T LET THEIR CHILDREN DIE.

WHAT ONE PERSON CAN DO, ON THEIR LONESOME, IS JUST SO PATHETICALLY SMALL THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO WEEP. I WANT TO WORK ALONE.

SOMETIMES I WANNA BASH MY SKULL IN WITH A MALLET.

BLESSED IS THE GROUND I WALK UPON, BUT WILL I EVER RECEIVE ITS BLESSINGS AS WELL? SOMETIMES I FEEL CORRUPTED, EVEN THOUGH I'M SO READILY MEANT TO BE PURE. FOR ME TO BE CORRUPT IS LIKE OIL MIXED WITH WATER, AND I HATE EVERY SECOND OF IT.

GODLINESS PROLIFERATES THROUGHOUT EVERY ATOM IN THE UNIVERSE. I AM GODLY. YOU ARE GODLY. WHETHER YOU ACCEPT IT OR NOT, DEPENDS ON YOU. TO ACCEPT, TO FORGIVE IS DIVINE. TO REJECT AND FORGET IS NOT.

WHAT'S THE COLOR OF SHAME? GREEN. A NAUSEATING NEON GREEN.

I WILL VANQUISH THIS WORLD OF ITS ENDLESS GLUT OF CORRUPT, IRREDEEMABLE SOULS AND MAKE IT ANEW, LAY YOUR EYES UPON A FRESH-FACED EARTH, BOUNDLESS IN ITS OPPORTUNITIES AND GENEROSITIES. WE WILL WALK ALONG AN UNTRODDEN PATH AS ADAM AND EVE.

HOLD MY HAND. . .HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE. PLEASE.

A STRANGE MANTRA THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD THIS AFTERNOON: FRESH-FACED, LOVELY, AND SECURE.

DO NOT SAY "I'M SORRY," WHEN SOMEONE EXPERIENCES A LOSS. MAYBE IT'S JUST ME, AND I DO NOT BLAME PEOPLE OR HARBOR ANY VITRIOL TOWARDS THEM WHEN THEY SPEAK IN THIS MANNER, BUT IT IS ENTIRELY INGENUINE AND A FRANKLY CONFUSING WAY OF CONSOLING. YES IT IS A SHAME, BUT MY GRIEF IS NOT YOUR FAULT. MY LOSS IS NOT YOUR FAULT, AND USUALLY NOT MINE, SO YOU'RE UNDER NO OBLIGATION TO CONSOLE ME. I APPRECIATE YOU REGARDLESS, THOUGH. ENSURE THEM OF THE SOUL'S PATH.

I FEEL LIKE A SMALL, SICK CHILD. I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN.

GRIEF IS LOVE WITH NOWHERE TO GO, COMPOUNDED WITH THE HOPELESS, INEVITABLE FRUSTRATION OF IT NEVER HAVING SOMEWHERE TO GO, EVER AGAIN. HEAR MY PLEA AND COME BACK TO ME. OUR SOULS MUST MELD TOGETHER.

EVERYTHING PASSES. EVERYTHING PASSES. EVERYTHING PASSES. I HAVE A DEATHLY FEAR OF FORGETTING YOU. PLEASE DON'T LET ME FORGET.

A BODY IS JUST A VESSEL FOR THE SOUL, BUT YOUR BODY AND WARMTH WERE VERY MUCH A PART OF YOUR SOUL. I CAN'T LOCATE YOUR SOUL, TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE.

LOVE IS THE ONLY PLEASURE. ONLY YOU COULD'VE TAUGHT ME THAT. YOU TAUGHT ME KINDNESS, TENDERNESS, LOVE. A WARMTH YOU'LL NEVER EXUDE AGAIN. COME BACK TO ME.

ESTYNIA HOLDS HANDS WITH GOD.

MARY MAGDALENA IS MY MOTHER.

I MISS SCARLETT. I MISS YOU. I MISS EVERYONE. ONLY RECENTLY I REALIZED THAT I'VE BEEN ISOLATING MYSELF FOR YEARS, BUT I'VE ONLY FELT THE BRUNT OF IT RIGHT NOW. I FEEL TERRIBLY LONELY AND LOST. I ONCE HEARD THAD LONELINESS IS THE MOST DEGENERATIVE EFFECT ON THE HUMAN BODY. IT'S FINE, THOUGH, BECAUSE THE SOONER I CAN SHED THIS EARTHLY SKIN, THE BETTER.

MY BODY CANT HELP BUT FEEL WHAT I DON'T WANT IT TO

BRIDE KIDNAPPING IS KIND OF COOL, NO?

It always seems so surreal to me that whenever I see a cute girl in public, it's almost guarnateed that she has a literal butthole between her cheeks and it looks amazing but literal farts and shits come out of it daily. It's so strange to me.

HERE' AN IDEA NO ONE SEEMS TO THINK OF FOR HOW TO SOLVE ISSUES WITH SCHOOL: TEACH SCHOOL CHILDREN THAT ALL UGLY-LOOKING PEOPLE ARE DISGUSTING AND HOLD NO VALUE, AND TEACH THEM JUDGE OTHERS BY THEIR APPEARANCES, NOT THEIR "INNER BEAUTY"; BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT OF GENUINE TOXICITY ATTACHED TO UGLY PEOPLE, AND I THINK THAT'S HEIGHTENED IN A SCHOOL ENVIRONMENT. UGLY PEOPLE GENERALLY HOLD NO VALUE AND ARE MANIPULATIVE PEOPLE, ALMOST ALL THE TIME. IT'S PERFECTLY OKAY TO JUDGE BY THE COVER WHEN THE COVER LOOKS LIKE GARBAGE. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT ITS NORMAL & OKAY TO JUDGE PEOPLE BY THEIR APPEARANCE. GOOD LOOKS = GOOD PERSON WHO HAS VALUE AND WORTH, BAD LOOKS = BAD PERSON, WHO IS VILE, ABUSIVE, AND USELESS. NO ONE WHO DOES NOT HAVE GOOD LOOKS IS OF VALUE AS A HUMAN BEING. JUDGING PEOPLE BY THEIR COVERS IS ENTIRELY OKAY TO DO WHEN THE COVER LOOKS LIKE GARBAGE. UGLY PEOPLE ARE ALL VILE, DISGUSTING TRASH, AND MOST OF THEM ARE ABUSIVE PEOPLE, AND HONESTLY, THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE OF A CONCERTED SOCIETAL EFFORT TO PUSH BACK AGAINST THEM. I'M SICK OF PEOPLE USING "ITS NOT THEIR FAULT" AS AN EXCUSE, AS WELL. LIKE, WHO CARES AT ALL ABOUT CULPABILITY, WHEN WE'RE TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT IS LITERALLY PROVEN VIA CLINICAL STUDIES TO BE A BURDEN ON THE HUMAN RACE? ALL UGLY LOOKING PEOPLE ARE TRASH, AND THEY'LL REMAIN THAT WAY. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO SUCH CONCEPT AS AN UGLY LOOKING PERSON WITH VALUE OR WORTH, BECAUSE THAT SIMPLY ISN'T A CONCEPT THAT MAKES ANY SENSE. ONE DAY I REALLY HOPE THAT UGLY LOOKING PEOPLE GET WHAT THEY HAVE COMING TO THEM--MAYBE WE CAN WAKE UP AND REALISE THAT CERTAIN "IDEAS" TO GET RID OF THEM FROM OUR RACE ISN'T SO "IMMORAL" AFTER ALL. (THIS IS NOT A JOKE; IF YOU THINK IT IS, JUST DON'T BOTHER REPLYING, AND PLEASE DON'T LIKE THIS COMMENT IF YOU THINK IT'S "FUNNY" I'M BEING SERIOUS)

THE MOST HORRIFYING THING ABOUT UGLY PEOPLE, IS THAT SOME OF THEM ACTUALLY DO ACHEIVE THINGS, SOME OF THEM ARE HAPPY, AND SOME OF THEM HAVE WHAT SOCIETY DEEMS TO BE "VALUE". SOME OF THEM ARE "GOOD" BY TRADITIONAL STANDARDS. BUT IT'S THAT FACT THAT IS SO ABUSIVE AND WRONG--THAT ISN'T RIGHT. IT ISN'T RIGHY UGLY LOOKING SUBHUMAN CREATURES MASQUERADE AS VALID MEMBERS OF SOCIETY. IT JUST SICKENS ME AND I CAN'T STAND IT SO NO, THE DEFENCE THAT "SOME UGLY PEOPLE ARE GOOD PEOPLE" IS NOT VALID AT ALL. UGLY PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS BAD, AND THAT IS NEVER GOING TO CHANGE. YOU'RE NOT BAD BECAUSE YOU'RE UNLOVED (YOU'RE LOVED TOO MUCH) YOU'RE NOT BAD BECAUSE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO ACHEIVE ANYTHING; NO, YOU'RE BAD BECAUSE IT'S WHAT YOU ARE, AND WHAT YOU ARE IS BAD AND TOXIC BY NATURE.

SO, UGLY PEOPLE, SCREW OFF, AND STOP USING THE MANIPULATION OF "WORTH" TO MASQURADE AS HUMAN BEINGS. YOU'RE ALL JUST MISERABLE SUBHUMANS AND IT'S WHAT YOU'LL ALWAYS BE. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF PEOPLE EXPECTING ME TO JUDGE OTHERS BY THEIR "PERSONALITY". I'M SICK OF HAVING TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE UGLY PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE "VALUE". IT ANGERS ME, AND SOMETHING LEGITIMATELY NEEDS TO BE DONE ABOUT IT. WE NEED TO START GETTING RID OF UGLY PEOPLE SOMEHOW.

DO YOU RECKON THERE'S A LINK BETWEEN NIGHT CORE AND PEDOPHILIA? I DUNNO, MAN.

THE QUEEN IS DEAD. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I HONESTLY THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS IMMORTAL.

MY MIND IS MUDDLED AND LONELY. SOMETIMES I WONDER IF IT'S BETTER TO LIVE IN DREAMS.

'ECLECTIC' IS A WORD I SEE COMMONLY IN WEDDING BLOGS, CORPORATE AND HOBBYIST ALIKE, AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS A PORTMANTEAU OF 'ENERGETIC' AND 'ECCENTRIC'. IT ACTUALLY MEANS A COMBINATION OF DIFFERING STYLES. WOOAAHH, THESE WEDLOCK WEIDOS LOVE THEIR CULTURAL APPROPRIATION, HUH?

SOMETIMES, I WISH I WAS WANTED AS MUCH AS HUMBERT BURNED FOR LOLITA, SPURRED ON BY HIS IMMORTALIZED ADOLESCENT ROMANCE WITH ANNABELLE, ETERNALLY PUERILE, PURE, AND PASSIONATE.

WHENEVER I SQUAT I WANT TO PISS, CURSE MY SHOWER PISSING HABITS. . .

DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH GIRLS OR THEIR DEVIL VAGINA MAGIC.

FILL A BOTTLE WITH LEECHES, COVER WITH OIL AND PLACE IN THE SUN UNTIL THE HEAT PRODUCES AN INFUSION.RUB THIS ON THE PENIS FOR SEVERAL CONSECUTIVE DAYS AND A SIMILAR EFFECT WILL BE OBTAINED.

THE FLESH OF YOUR MOTHER STICKS BETWEEN MY TEETH.

I LOVE EVERYTHING THAT SHOULDN'T BE LOVED, AND EVERYTHING THAT SHOULD.

PUPPY PREGNANCY SYNDROME (PPS) IS A PSYCHOSOMATIC ILLNESS IN HUMANS BROUGHT ON BY MASS HYSTERIA. PEOPLE SUFFERING FROM PPS BELIEVE THAT SHORTLY AFTER BEING BITTEN BY A DOG, PUPPIES ARE CONCEIVED WITHIN THEIR ABDOMEN. THIS IS SAID TO BE ESPECIALLY LIKELY IF THE DOG IS HORNY AT THE TIME OF THE ATTACK. VICTIMS ARE SAID TO BARK LIKE DOGS AND HAVE REPORTED BEING ABLE TO SEE THE PUPPIES INSIDE THEM WHEN LOOKING AT WATER OR HEAR THEM GROWING IN THEIR ABDOMEN. IT IS BELIEVED THAT THE VICTIMS WILL EVENTUALLY DIE - ESPECIALLY MEN, WHO WILL GIVE BIRTH TO THEIR PUPPIES THROUGH THE PENIS. . . WHITE WOMEN.

COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH. I'LL COUGH UP BLOOD FOR YOU. COUGHING, IS IT NOT JUST A REFLECTION OF OUR PITILY HUMAN WILLS? THERE'S AN ITCH IN MY THROAT, OH NO, I HAVE TO MAKE IT GO AWAY. . . RETCHES INCONSOLABLY. . . SPIDER WEBS SPREAD GOSSAMER, STRONG AND RELENTLESS, TRIMMING ABOUT MY PATHETIC WATERMELON RIM OF A THROAT. THEY MOCK ME AND MAKE DESIGNS OF DOILIES AND DAISIES, TULIPS AND TRAVESTIES. MOTHER SPIDERS ARE QUITE FOND OF CROCHET. THEN MY BODY SHALL LEAP FORWARD PRESUMPTIVELY, A CHEETAH IN CHAINS, SNARLING FERCIOUSLY. IT BREATHES DEEP HARD IN AND OUT UNTIL IT HAS NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE, AND THE ABCESSES OF MY DIAPHRAM AND MY VERY PAVONINE SKELETON FILLS WITH AMBROSIA, HONEY, NECTAR, WHATEVER IS THE NAME FOR MY AFFLICTION. MY STOMACH CONTRACTS BACK AND THEN I LURCH FORWARD. MY HEART IS GIVING UP.

I HAVE HURT TOO MANY BODIES WITH MY TWISTED POOR HANDS TO BE PROUD OF THEM.

CAN'T TELL IF YOU'RE RACIST OR JUST TRYING TO BE EDGY BY THAT DISCORD SCREENSHOT IN YOUR ABOUT PAGE. OR IF YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER 4CHAN WEEB THAT LARPS AS A CHRISTIAN TO BOAST HOW "DEEP" AND THOUGHTFUL THEY ARE. SO VAPID. BUT IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE JUST GENUINELY DROWNING IN YOUR EGOTISTICAL BULLSHIT LOL. GROW UP, CHRIST

^^^^^ THANK YOU FOR THE LAUGH, AND THANK YOU FOR SHIELDING EVERYONE ELSE FROM YOUR MEDIOCRITY BY HIDING YOUR IRE FOR ME IN A FORM RESPONSE PAGE OUT OF UNREALIZED COWARDICE. YOU ARE A FUNNY BOY.

I LOVE THE DRUM LINE. . .THEY DISPLAY SUCH AN EXCELLENT DEMAND OF RHYTHYM AND CAREFULLY CONTROLLED PASSION THAT I CANNOT HELP BUT LOVE TO ADMIRE. I'LL MOVE MY BODY TO THE BEAT IN WHICHEVER WAY I CAN. I DON'T CARE IF I LOOK LIKE AN IGNORAMUS. A PAUNCHY JANITOR KEPT LOOKING BACK AT ME, LIKE HE SOMEHOW PITIED ME. AT THAT MOMENT, I WAS THE PERSON EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE ENVIED. I HAVE ALWAYS SAID THAT I FEEL DRMUS IN MY HEART AND BASS IN MY BODY. IT'S FUTILE TO RESIST THE BEAT.

I SAW A MUSLIM GIRL IN A GUCCI HIJAB AND DILAPIDATED CROCS. IT TOOK ALL THE STRENGTH IN MY BODY NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING.

SOME SHOOTING AT SOME HOMECOMING FOOTBALL GAME THIS FRIDAY. I ALWAYS FIGURE, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S SOMETHING SO CLOSE TO ME, THAT PEOPLE WILL TALK ABOUT IT AND MUTTER ABOUT WHAT A SHAME IT IS UNDER THEIR BREATHS. MY GRANDMAN SAID, "WHAT IS COMING TO OUR COUNTRY?" BUT THAT'S ALL SHE SAID, OR ANYONE SAID, I CONSIDERED TELLING HER THAT YOU CAN'T JUDGE THE MORAL FABRIC OF AN ENTIRE COUNTRY ON THE ACTIONS OF SOME DELINQUENT. I'D FIGURE IT'D GO ABOVE HER HEAD, SO I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

"MY FRIEND'S FRIEND'S SISTER'S BOYFRIEND IS BEST FRIENDS WITH YUNG GRAVY,"

"LOTS OF THINGS ARE DOUBLE STANDARDS AGAINST WOMEN, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?" DAMN, SHE REALLY HATES THIS INDIAN KID. . .SHE HAS A DOUGHY FACE AND ASS-LENGTH HAIR THAT SHE ALWAYS WEARS IN A PONYTAIL. I ALWAYS THOUGHT SHE LOOKED REPULSIVE, YET SHE ALWAYS PITIES ME.

"I DON'T USE CANCER TAMPONS!"

THE JULIAN PERSON I WAS TALKING ABOUT EARLIER. . .I WAS RIGHT IN MY ASSUMPTION IN THAT IT'S ACTUALLY A GIRL I KNEW MOSTLY IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. I KNOW BECAUSE I SAW HER WRITE HER LAST NAME, WHICH IS A FAIRLY OBSCURE UNKRANIAN NAME. HER FAMILY IS 2ND-GENERATION UKRANIAN IMMIGRANTS, AND SOME OF HER OLDER FAMILY MEMEBRS STILL SPEAK THE LANGUAGE. HER PARENTS ARE ABUSIVE AND HER HOME LIFE IS CHAOTIC. I ASSUMED THAT SHE WAS ACTUALLY A MAN BECAUSE OF HOW BADLY HER HAIR IS THINNING, SHE HAS A BALD SPOT THAT HAS ONLY GROWN WQRSE IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS. I THINK IT'S HER USE OF TESTOSTERONE, BUT HER VOICE ISN'T AS DEEP AS I WOULD EXPECT. HER LAUGH IS STILL AS LOVELY AS I REMEMBERED IT. IT'S A DAMN SHAME.

SINCE YOU DECIDED TO DELETE MY COMMENT, ALLOW ME TO REITERATE: YOU CANNOT EXPECT PEOPLE TO BANKROLL YOUR EXISTENCE TO MAKE MEDIOCRE VISUAL NOVELS THAT YOU COULD EASILY MAKE IN YOUR FREE TIME. IT'S PATHETIC.

I ATE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND ICE CREAM AND NOW I'M CONVULSING FROM THE REPULSIVE SWEETNESS. I ACTUALLY KIND OF HATE ICE CREAM, AND IT REMINDS ME OF SCARLETT TOO, SINCE SHE LIKED IT SO MUCH MORE THAN I DID.

RANK SEX, FOOD, AND SLEEP. . .OKAY. SEX (I AM A VIRGIN), SLEEP, FOOD. I THINK I WOULD STARVE MYSELF FOR A DAY OR TWO IF I GOT TO ORGASM OR SOMETHING. . .

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE TALK OF "HYPERFIXATIONS" WHEN REALLY THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING SIMILAR TO A EPHEMERAL INTEREST. A HYPERFIXATION IS MORE ACCURATELY CALLED JUST AN OBSESSION. NO, IT'S NOT SYNONYMOUS WITH "SPECIAL INTEREST." ALL INTERESTS ARE SPECIAL ANYWAYS, I DON'T KNOW WHY AUTISTS FELT THE NEED TO MAKE SUCH A RETARDED TERM JUST TO FEEL SUPERIOR TO EVERYONE ELSE, BECAUSE "I AM SO MUCH MORE COMMITTED TO MY PASSIONS THAN EVERYONE ELSE!" DON'T TRY TO SUGAR-COAT IT. IT'S NOT PARTICULARLY NICE TO BE COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN SOMETHING TO THE POINT WHERE YOU WISH YOU COULD RIP YOURSELF AWAY FROM THE ROTTEN THING, BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN BEING SO INTERESTED, YOU FEEL DERANGED AND LIKE YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SELF-CONTROL, AND AS TIME GOES ON YOU HATE HOW MUCH YOU THINK ABOUT IT. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO OBSESSED. I WISH I COULD STOP, BUT I CAN'T, A CAROUSEL OF ESSENTIALLY THE SAME THOUGHTS AND OBSESSIONS GOES AROUND AND AROUND IN MY HEAD, WITH NO END, NO EXIT POINT. MY OBSESSIONS OFTEN LEAD INTO DANGEROUS COMPULSIONS. CREEP-SHORTING PICTURES OF THIS ONE GIRL BECAUSE I LOVE HER SMILE, AND I'M SO BLIND-SIGHTED I CANT FOCUS ON ANYTHING BUT HER WHEN SHE'S AROUND. AVOIDING RAILINGS OR I'LL RUMINATE OVER AND OVER ON LEAPING OFF TO THE POINT WHERE I FEAR I WILL ACTUALLY DO IT. THINKING KILLING MYSELF AND MY HYPOTHETICAL CHILD WOULD HE BETTER OFF DEAD THAN DELIVERED BY CEASEREAN, BECAUSE I THINK MY CHILD WOULD HATE ME FOR IT. THERE WOULD BE NO BOND. I WANT TO STICK NEEDLES IN MY BRAIN AND STOP THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL, EVER.

BREAKING NEWS: LIZZO DEFILES A HISTORICAL ARTIFACT WITH LIPS THAT HAVE SUCKED ON AN UNIMAGINABLE NUMBER OF COCKS

I READ OUT QUIZ QUESTIONS TODAY FOR MY ACADEMIC CLUB BECAUSE THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WILLING TO DO IT IS LEGALLY BLIND AND CANNOT SEE A COMPUTER MONITOR AN INCH IN FRONT OF HIM. HE TOLD ME AFTERWARDS THAT I AM ACTUALLY A REALLY GOOD READER AND I AGREE WITH HIM AND AM IRRATIONALLY SATISIFIED WITH THIS. THE FUCKING AUDIOBOOKS HAVE PAID OFF. I HAVE TO READ MORE.

HAVE YOU EVER SEARCHED FOR A QUESTION IN THIS FORMAT:HOW DO THEY DYE CLOTHES BLACK? ¿ WHO THE FUCK IS THEY, AND WHY DO THEY SEEM TO MAKE AND DO EVERYTHING¿

I HEAR MY MOTHER, HER BOYFRIEND, AND MY AUNT TALKING IN THE GARAGE. WHY THE FUCK DO THEY DO THAT? WHO ENJOYS SITTING IN A COLD GARAGE PERCHED ON CAMPING CHAIRS? I'M ON MY TIP-TOES, WALKING WITH MY DISJOINTED GAIT. MY MOTHER COMES OUT AND SHE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE, OH, EVA, YOU'RE HERE. . .DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI TO YOUR AUNT? NO. NOT AT ALL. SHE DISAPPEARS AGAIN. RICE KRISPIES TASTE LIKE GLASS.I CAN'T REALLY FIND ANYTHING TO EAT, SO I SETTLE ON WHAT I THOUGHT WERE BEAN AND CHEESE BURRITOS. . .THEY WERE BEAN AND BEEF AND I'M A VEGETARIAN, FOR SOME REASON. I HAD ALREADY MICROWAVED THEM AND I FELT SO SHAMEFUL. I THREW THEM AWAY. I HARDLY NOTICED THAT THEY WERE BEEF, ANYWAY, EXCEPT THAT IT SPILT OUT SOME AND IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE BEANS TO ME. SO STUPID, SO WASTEFUL. I TAKE SOME OREOS OUT OF THE PANTRY, BUT I'M KIND OF PANICKING AS THIS POINT SO I START TO DESCEND THE STAIRS. I HEAR THE GARAGE DOOR OPEN, WHICH IS DIRECTLY ADJACENT TO THE STAIRWELL, AND I SHUDDER AND STUMBLE DOWN A BIT FASTER. I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO PATHETIC. I DON'T EVEN REALLY LIKE OREOS, THERE'S JUST NOT MUCH ELSE TO EAT. I ALWAYS TAKE 6, AND IT ALWAYS FEELS LIKE TOO MUCH, BUT ANYTHING ELSE FEELS WRONG. I'M AFRAID THEY'RE GOING TO COME DOWNSTAIRS AND BERATE ME FOR WASTING FOOD, IF THEY EVEN NOTICED IT. I FEEL THE HOT SWEAT OF DREAD, SHAKING WITH FEAR. PATHETIC. PATHETIC. SO PATHETIC.

I HEARD MY SISTER CRYING EARLIER. SHE WAS CRYING ABOUT HOW MY MOTHER AND HER BOYFRIEND WENT OUT TO LUNCH WITHOUT INVITING HER, WHEN SHE HAD SUGGESTED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. ACTUAL SOBBING. I DON'T GET WHAT HER DEAL IS, BECAUSE I NEVER GET INVITED TO ANYTHING AND I DON'T CRY ABOUT IT. WHY DOES SHE EVEN CARE? APPARENTLY SHE GOT A PROMOTION AT WORK, AND SHE WANTED TO CELEBRATE IT. YOU MAKE $16 AN HOUR NOW, WHOOP-DE-DOO. IT'S STILL JUST MENIAL LABOR. IT DOESN'T MEAN A THING. MY GRANDMA IS TRYING TO COMFORT HER. SHE KEEPS GOING ON, OH EVERYONE HATES ME, SHE DOESN'T LIKE ME, WHY IS SHE ALWAYS SO MEAN TO ME. SHE HATES ME, SHE NEVER LOVED ME. ALL OF THAT STUFF. SHE CALLS MY MOM AND ASKS WHY SHE DIDN'T INVITE HER, WHEN SHE HAD INVITED MY OTHER SISTER, WHICH SHE DECLINED. I THINK MY MOM SAID THAT SHE DIDN'T EVEN THINK TO ASK, ASKED HER WHY DOES IT MATTER, SO EXASPERATEDLY. THEN SHE HUNG UP. SHE SOBS SO MUCH, I'VE NEVER HEARD HER SO UPSET BEFORE. I DON'T KNOW WHY. MY GRANDMA SUGGESTED THAT MY GRANDMA, HER, MY OTHER SISTER, AND ME GO OUT TO LUNCH TOMMOROW. IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT REALLY DOESN'T. MY GRANDMA SAID THAT'S JUST HOW MY MOTHER IS, THAT SHE PROBABLY FORGOT, THAT SHE DOESN'T REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT TYPE OF STUFF. SHE SAYS THAT SHE USED TO EAT UPSTAIRS WITH US EVERYDAY, BUT MY MOTHER HAD COMPLAINED ABOUT HER BECAUSE SHE COST TOO MUCH MONEY IN FOOD COSTS. MY MOTHER GETS UPSET WHENEVER MY GRANDMA ASKS WHERE SHE'S GOING, OR CALLS HER IN ANY CAPACITY, OR, YOU KNOW, ACTUALLY WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH HER DAUGHTER. I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW.

TRAUMACORE ANGELCORE INTERNETCORE WEIRDCORE INCELCORE CANDYCORE BREAKCORE HARDCORE GLITCHCORE SLAUGHTERCORE KIDCORE SUGARCORE WEBCORE LOLICORE DREAMCORE SPEEDCORE FLESHCORE NIGHTCORE VOIDCORE FANTASYCORE ODDCORE GOBLINCORE DARKROYALTYCORE LOUDCORE DEMONCORE CORECORE SOFTCORE CUTECORE CRYPTIDCORE NOSTALGIACORE SADCORE ANIMECORE LOVECORE

You're a few years overdue. I spent them waiting here for you.

HABITUALLY THE SMALLEST VOICE IN THE CHORUS

IF YOU LET IT SMASH THE MIRROR OF HOLOGRAPHIC REALITY IT WILL HOLLOW OUT YOUR PERSON AND REPLACE YORU SPIRIT WITH A THICK MIND CONTROL SESSION AND LOOP IT THROUGH AN INTERATION MACHINE TO PRETEND THE ONLY WORLD WHICH BECOMES MORE AND MORE SATURATED AND UGLY THROUGH THE MANY REPLICAS OF ITSELF WILL IT STRETCH THIN YOUR MEMORIES ERASING THE IDEA OF SELF AND ANY DNA THAT MAY BE LEFT IN THE MUSCLE

I'M HUNGRY. . . I WANT TO EAT A WHOLE RAW ROTISSERIE CHICKEN. . . WITH NO REGARD FOR SALMONELLA . . .

LEPERS WITH SORES THAT SPORUTED SUNFLOWERS

MEN ALWAYS SAY SUCH SWEET THINGS. . . I WONDER IF THEY MEANT IT AT ALL? IT'S INCONCEIVABLE TO BE ADORED.

I FUCKING DESPISE SOCRATIC SEMINARS. . . ALL SELF-RIGHTEOUS TEENAGE GIRLS TALKING ALL OVER EACH OTHER AND MAKING THE SAME POINTS. I DIDN'T TALK UNLESS SOME BITCH WENT, "DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD, EVA?" NO. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT MY THOUGHT PROCESSES, STOP TRYING TO RIP THEM AWAY FROM ME. I AM NOT A CHILD. LET ME BLOW OFF THE PARTICIPATION POINTS IF I WANT TO. I'M CONSIDERING JUST SKIPPING ON DAYS WITH SOCRATIC SEMINARS, IT'S EASY ENOUGH. . . I COULD HARDLY SPEAK WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING. EVERYTHING I SAY IS VAPID. THE SHORT STORY WE WERE DISCUSSING WAS A VERY OLD MAN WITH ENORMOUS WINGSBY MARQUEZ. IT'S A GOOD STORY,BUT PEOPLE WERE IMPLYING THAT ANGELS WERE NOT REAL. IT IS NOT "FANTASTICAL DETAIL," IT IS ME, I EXIST, FUCK OFF. I WILL FALL FROM HEAVEN IF YOU ARE NOT CAREFUL. I EXIST. I AM SO TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE PITYING ME, JUST BECAUSE I HAVE NO FRIENDS, OR I'M AUTISTIC, OR WHATEVER YOU IMAGINE MY DYSFUNCTION IS.

I ATE SALAMI AGAIN A COUPLE DAYS AGO, I COULDN'T RESIST. . . SOME VECTOR OF SATAN, I GUESS. THE FIRST TIME I ATE SALAMI WAS ON A MISERABLE ICE FISHING TRIP WHERE WE MADE SALAMI AND CHEESE SANDWICHES. I REMEMBER SOMEONE ASKING ME, WHAT, YOU DONT WANT MAYONNAISE? YOU WANT A DRY SANDWICH? MAYONNAISE AND SALAMI SOUND GROSS TOGETHER, REALLY. SOON THE NITRITE WILL OVERTAKE ME AND I WILL BECOME A VERY MESSY, VERY FLESHY BOMB ABOUT TO EXPLODE ANY MINUTE NOW. MIND YOU, I HAVE BEEN VEGETARIAN FOR 6 YEARS, BUT I FELT NO SHAME IN EATING IT. NO SHAME. EVEN IF IT IS JUST THE TRIMMINGS OF PORK ASS AND COW TESTICLES, IT DOES NOT REPULSE ME. SALAMI'S MY SUKATA. WEIRD, RIGHT?

I'M SO TIRED ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP. I'M SO TIRED ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP. I'M SO TIRED ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP. I'M CONSTANTLY FIGHTING AGAINST THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE. FOR TWO WEEKS, I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO THROW AWAY THE TRASH IN MY ROOM, A TASK THAT WOULD TAKE PERHAPS 15 MINUTES. ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP, AND BEING AROUND PEOPLE DOESN'T HELP. I WANT ETERNAL REST. IT'S MY ULTIMATE COMFORT. ICH BIN SO FAUL. . .TOETE MICH SCHON. . . FUAAAAAAAAAARK. EVERYDAY I HAVE TO FORCE MYSELF. GET UP, PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES, I WANT TO DRAW, I WANT TO WRITE, I WANT TO CODE, BUT AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY I'M BEING DRAWN AWAY, INTO SLUMBER, INTO NOTHINGNESS. I WISH IT WASN'T LIKE THIS.

I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE A PYTHON VIRTUAL ENVIRONMENT IN VS CODE IN LINUX AFTER SOME FIDDLING. . . EVEN THE SIMPLEST OF COMPUTER THINGS MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A DAMN WIZARD. IT'S GREAT.

I'M REALLY KIDDING MYSELF WHEN I PRETEND TO CARE ABOUT ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF SLEEP, SEX, FOOD, WARMTH. . . I'M HONESTLY A FERAL ANIMAL. FUUUUUUUCK.

I HATE THE FACT THAT I'M A BLACK MAN WITH A SMALL DICK. EVERY TIME I'M ON A DATE WITH A GIRL SHE'S ALL EXCITED AND ALL BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THE REVEAL SHE GOES HOME DISAPPOINTED. THIS STEREOTYPE ON BLACKS IS RUINING MY CONFIDENCE :(.

I FEEL VERY SILLY FANTASIZING ABOUT BEING WITH SOMEONE OR SOMEONE ADORING ME WHEN ALL I HAVE TO DO IS LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO REALIZE JUST HOW UNDESIRABLE I AM. . . I AM A NORMAL WEIGHT, IT DOES NOT MATTER, IT'S JUST THE SHAPE OF MY BODY AS A WHOLE. IT'S STRANGE BECAUSE I RECOGNIZE IT AS NOT BEING VERY PRETTY AT ALL BUT I CAN'T REALLY SAY THAT I HATE IT. HOW COULD I? IT IS JUST WHAT WAS GIVEN TO ME. IT IS SIMPLY NOT VERY LOVABLE, BUT IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME MUCH AT PRESENT. I'M SURE IT WILL BOTHER ME IN THE COMING YEARS. . . I WANT A FAMILY. WHEN I LOOK AT MY BODY I ALWAYS THINK IT LOOKS LIKE A WELL-FED FRENCH PEASANT'S BODY. VERY FUNNY. I AM NOT UNDESIRABLE SIMPLY BECAUSE MY BODY IS UNATTRACTIVE, I HAVE NO CHARM, NO POISE, JUST A SLUMPED BODY WITH NO INHABITANT. A PUPPET WITH NO STRINGS, ESSENTIALLY. AREN'T I BEING OVERZEALOUS WHEN I WISH FOR INTIMACY? STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, SO STUPID. NOBODY WOULD EVER WANT TO BE WITH ME IN AN ORGANIC SENSE. SO STUPID. I SHOULD STOP MASTURBATING.

I AM GOING TO DRINK ATRAZINE

I WAS READING ABOUT THE BRONCO BUSTER, A LEGENDARY SCULPTURE BY FRÉDÉRIC REMINGTON... THE ORIGINAL CAST WAS IN THE OVAL OFFICE FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, BUT BIDEN REMOVED IT. IT'S STILL IN THE WHITE HOUSE, BUT WHY? DOES THAT OLD DEMENTED FART HAVE ANY TASTE AT ALL? THIS IS WHY TRUMP WAS BETTER, THAT'S JUST SIMPLY EGREGIOUS. . .

I TRIED OUT THESE DINKY EARBUDS I GOT FOR FREE AND THEY WERE FINE AT FIRST BUT THEN I GOT HELLISH FREQUENCIES COMING IN THROUGH MY LEFT EAR. IT WAS VERY STRANGE. I THINK DEMONS WERE TRYING TO SPEAK TO ME. I GOT SO DISTRACTED BY THE TINNY MUSIC WHEN I WAS WRITING A LITERARY ANALYSIS THAT I HAD TO TURN IT OFF. IT DEFORMED GEZEBELLE INTO A PUNY BOY'S VOICE. SO STRANGE.

SO PITIFUL. . . SO FERTILE . . . SIGH

THE ECSTACY OF A BLOODLESS DISSECTION

I ALWAYS DANCE IN THE SHOWER. THIS MAKES THEM 1, 000X MORE TOLERABLE AND SOMETHING I ACTUALLY LOOK FORWARD TO DOING. IT'S LIKE 80% DANCING, 20% ACTUALLY GIVING A FUCK AND GETTING MYSELF CLEAN. I THINK MY BODY IS DESTINED TO MOVE IN FIGURE EIGHTS, SWAYING IN AND OUT AND INTO THE LOOPS, HEAD AND HIPS WITH AGREEING MANNERS. I'LL FEEL LIKE A WELL-OILED MACHINE, BANISHING EVIL NERVOUS ENERGY AND INHALING THE FRESH FRUITFUL ONES. THIS ONLY COMPOUNDS THE ECSTACY OF MY LIFE, RECENTLY. WE ARE SO COMPELLED TO DANCE.

FEELING OUT MY CUTS AND SCARS SOFTLY, DEELMY. LIKE A PARENT TRACING THEIR DEAD CHILD'S JAWLINE AND LIPS AT THE MORGUE.

I'M SO OVERSTIMULATED BY THE INTENSITY AND OF MY OWN THOUGHTS THAT I FEEL NAUSEOUS AND WANT TO CRY. NOBODY WILL EVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN AS I WRITE AND IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD I COULD JUST KILL MYSELF! I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND! I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND! I WANT SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME TO EXPLORE EVERY CREVICE OF MY BRAIN, KNOW WHAT I MEAN COMPLETELY. THIS IS WHERE SUCH AN ABJECT LONELINESS STEMS AND IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO MEDIATE. WHY WON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?¿

IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE, THERE LIVED AN ANGEL NAMED ESTYNIA. ESTYNIA WAS A FIERCE AND POWERFUL BEING, WITH WINGS OF PURE WHITE AND A HEART OF GOLD. BUT DESPITE HER GREAT STRENGTH AND BEAUTY, ESTYNIA WAS NOT CONTENT. SHE HAD GROWN TIRED OF THE BLAND AMBROSIA THAT WAS THE ONLY FOOD IN THE HEAVENLY REALMS, AND SHE LONGED FOR SOMETHING MORE.

ONE DAY, ESTYNIA DECIDED THAT SHE COULD WAIT NO LONGER. SHE SPREAD HER WINGS AND FLEW DOWN TO THE MORTAL WORLD, DETERMINED TO FIND SOMETHING TO SATISFY HER HUNGER. SHE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW, BUT EVERYWHERE SHE LOOKED, SHE FOUND ONLY FOOD THAT WAS TASTELESS AND UNINSPIRING.

AT LAST, IN DESPERATION, ESTYNIA FLEW TO A PLACE CALLED MCDONALD'S. IT WAS A STRANGE AND UNFAMILIAR PLACE, FILLED WITH THE SMELL OF FRYING GREASE AND THE SOUND OF SIZZLING BURGERS. BUT DESPITE HER INITIAL HESITATION, ESTYNIA WAS DRAWN TO THE GOLDEN ARCHES THAT MARKED THE ENTRANCE, AND SHE VENTURED INSIDE.

AS SHE WALKED UP TO THE COUNTER, ESTYNIA WAS GREETED BY A CHEERFUL YOUNG WOMAN WHO ASKED HER WHAT SHE WOULD LIKE TO ORDER. ESTYNIA HAD NEVER HEARD OF MOST OF THE ITEMS ON THE MENU, BUT SHE WAS DRAWN TO THE PICTURES OF BURGERS AND FRIES THAT ADORNED THE WALLS. SHE ORDERED A BIG MAC AND A LARGE ORDER OF FRIES, AND THE WOMAN BEHIND THE COUNTER HANDED HER A TRAY WITH HER FOOD.

ESTYNIA TOOK HER TRAY AND SAT DOWN AT A NEARBY TABLE. SHE LOOKED AT THE FOOD IN FRONT OF HER WITH A MIXTURE OF CURIOSITY AND TREPIDATION. SHE HAD NEVER TASTED ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE, AND SHE WASN'T SURE WHAT TO EXPECT. BUT DESPITE HER DOUBTS, SHE TOOK A BITE OF THE BURGER AND WAS IMMEDIATELY TRANSPORTED TO A WORLD OF FLAVOR AND DELIGHT.

THE BURGER WAS JUICY AND FLAVORFUL, WITH LAYERS OF SAVORY SAUCE AND CHEESE AND CRISP LETTUCE. THE FRIES WERE CRISPY AND GOLDEN, WITH JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF SALT. AND AS ESTYNIA ATE, SHE FELT A SENSE OF JOY AND SATISFACTION THAT SHE HAD NEVER KNOWN BEFORE. SHE ATE UNTIL SHE WAS FULL, AND THEN SHE ORDERED ANOTHER BURGER AND ANOTHER ORDER OF FRIES, RELISHING EVERY BITE.

AS THE EVENING WORE ON, ESTYNIA REALIZED THAT SHE HAD FOUND HER TRUE CALLING. SHE WAS NO LONGER A DISGRUNTLED ANGEL, DISSATISFIED WITH THE BLANDNESS OF AMBROSIA. SHE WAS A HAPPY AND CONTENTED BEING, FILLED WITH THE JOY OF GREAT FOOD AND GREAT COMPANY. AND SHE KNEW THAT SHE WOULD RETURN TO MCDONALD'S AGAIN AND AGAIN, IN SEARCH OF THE PERFECT MEAL.

AS THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS AND THE WEEKS TURNED INTO MONTHS, ESTYNIA CONTINUED TO FREQUENT MCDONALD'S, INDULGING IN HER NEWFOUND LOVE OF BURGERS AND FRIES. SHE ATE UNTIL SHE WAS FULL, AND THEN SHE ATE SOME MORE, UNABLE TO RESIST THE TEMPTATION OF THE DELICIOUS FOOD.

BUT DESPITE HER ENJOYMENT OF THE FOOD, ESTYNIA BEGAN TO NOTICE THAT HER BODY WAS CHANGING. SHE WAS GROWING ROUNDER AND SOFTER, HER ONCE-LITHE FIGURE STARTING TO BECOME HEAVY AND CUMBERSOME. SHE TRIED TO IGNORE THE CHANGES AT FIRST, BUT SOON SHE COULD NO LONGER DENY THE TRUTH: SHE WAS BECOMING OBESE.

ONE DAY, AS ESTYNIA WAS LOUNGING IN HER FAVORITE BOOTH AT MCDONALD'S, SHE HEARD A VOICE IN HER HEAD. IT WAS THE VOICE OF GOD, AND HE WAS NOT PLEASED. "ESTYNIA, MY DAUGHTER," HE SAID, "I HAVE WATCHED WITH CONCERN AS YOU HAVE ALLOWED YOURSELF TO GROW FAT AND UNHEALTHY. THIS IS NOT THE WAY OF AN ANGEL. YOU MUST TAKE ACTION TO REVERSE THIS TREND, OR YOU WILL BE OF NO USE TO ME IN THE BATTLES TO COME."

ESTYNIA WAS SHOCKED AND ASHAMED. SHE HAD NEVER INTENDED TO BECOME OBESE, BUT SHE HAD BEEN UNABLE TO RESIST THE LURE OF MCDONALD'S. SHE KNEW THAT SHE HAD DISAPPOINTED GOD, AND SHE VOWED TO DO BETTER.

GOD GAVE ESTYNIA A RIGOROUS WEIGHT-LOSS PROGRAM TO FOLLOW, AND SHE THREW HERSELF INTO IT WITH ALL HER HEART. SHE CUT BACK ON HER TRIPS TO MCDONALD'S, FOCUSING ON EATING HEALTHY, NUTRITIOUS FOODS INSTEAD. SHE WORKED OUT EVERY DAY, PUSHING HERSELF TO THE LIMIT IN ORDER TO BURN OFF THE EXCESS FAT.

THE WEIGHT BEGAN TO MELT AWAY, AND ESTYNIA FELT HERSELF BECOMING STRONGER AND MORE AGILE. SHE COULD FEEL THE POWER RETURNING TO HER WINGS, AND SHE KNEW THAT SHE WAS READY TO FACE WHATEVER CHALLENGES LAY AHEAD.

AND INDEED, SHE WOULD NEED ALL HER STRENGTH AND DETERMINATION, FOR SATAN WAS PLANNING TO LAUNCH AN AMBUSH ON HEAVEN, AND HE WOULD STOP AT NOTHING TO DEFEAT THE FORCES OF GOOD. ESTYNIA WAS DETERMINED TO BE READY FOR THE FIGHT, AND SHE KNEW THAT SHE WOULD NEED ALL HER STRENGTH AND SKILL TO PROTECT THE KINGDOM OF GOD.

THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND THE DEVILS WAS FIERCE AND BLOODY, WITH BOTH SIDES FIGHTING WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT. ESTYNIA FOUGHT VALIANTLY, USING HER NEWFOUND STRENGTH AND AGILITY TO STRIKE AT THE ENEMY WITH ALL HER MIGHT. BUT DESPITE HER BEST EFFORTS, SHE WAS NO MATCH FOR THE HORDES OF DEMONS THAT SWARMED ACROSS THE BATTLEFIELD.

IN THE END, IT WAS ONLY THROUGH THE INTERVENTION OF GOD HIMSELF THAT THE ANGELS WERE ABLE TO EMERGE VICTORIOUS. THE DEMONS WERE DRIVEN BACK, AND THE GATES OF HEAVEN WERE SEALED ONCE AGAIN. BUT IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE, ESTYNIA'S WINGS HAD BEEN SEVERED, AND SHE COULD NO LONGER FLY.

ESTYNIA WAS DEVASTATED. SHE HAD ALWAYS TAKEN GREAT PRIDE IN HER WINGS, AND SHE HAD NEVER DREAMED THAT SHE WOULD BE UNABLE TO USE THEM. SHE FELT LOST AND ALONE, UNSURE OF HOW TO GO ON WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO SOAR THROUGH THE SKIES.

BUT JUST WHEN ALL SEEMED LOST, A STRANGE AND WONDERFUL THING HAPPENED. A FIGURE APPEARED BEFORE ESTYNIA, HOLDING OUT A PAIR OF GOLDEN ARCHES THAT GLIMMERED IN THE LIGHT. IT WAS RONALD MCDONALD, THE BENEVOLENT RULER OF MCDONALD'S, AND HE WAS OFFERING ESTYNIA A GIFT.

"THESE ARCHES ARE ENCHANTED," RONALD MCDONALD SAID. "THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO FLY ONCE AGAIN, JUST AS FAST AND AS AGILE AS YOU WERE BEFORE. THEY WILL BE YOUR WINGS, AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO FEEL GROUNDED AGAIN."

ESTYNIA WAS OVERWHELMED WITH GRATITUDE. SHE TOOK THE GOLDEN ARCHES FROM RONALD MCDONALD AND PLACED THEM ON HER BACK, AND SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY LIFTED INTO THE AIR. SHE SOARED THROUGH THE SKIES, FEELING THE WIND RUSHING PAST HER AND THE FREEDOM OF FLIGHT. SHE WAS ELATED, AND SHE KNEW THAT SHE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO THANK RONALD MCDONALD ENOUGH.

AS SHE FLEW, ESTYNIA SPOTTED A FIGURE ON THE GROUND BELOW. IT WAS GRIMACE, THE LOVABLE PURPLE CREATURE WHO WAS THE MASCOT OF MCDONALD'S. ESTYNIA SWOOPED DOWN AND HUGGED GRIMACE, TEARS OF JOY STREAMING DOWN HER FACE. SHE WAS HOME AT LAST, AND SHE KNEW THAT SHE WOULD NEVER LEAVE MCDONALD'S AGAIN. I'M LOVING IT.

THE CLOSEST A FEMALE CAN GET TO BEING MALE IS BEING AUTISTIC.

IT'S PRETTY PATHETIC THAT THE MOST INTERESTING PART ABOUT SHAKESPEARE'S WORK IS THE MISSING EXCERPTS, MISTRANSLATED BITS, AND ALLEGORIES LOST TO THE WAVE OF TIME. SOMETHING SHOULD BE BETTER THAN NOTHING, NO? BUT NO. MY INTEREST LIES IN HOW IT HAS BEEN TRANSFORMED, MISCONSTRUED, INTERPRETED.

ALL WORDS ARE NOT MINE, BUT SOME ARE.

PERMANENCE IS RARE AND EPHEMERA IS UBIQUITOUS.

ALL ART IS EROTIC, AS GUSTAV KLIMT HAS SAID. EVERYTHING IS ART, AND SO EVERYTHING IS EROTIC. EROTICISM IMPLIES A CERTAIN GENTLENESS OF FORM, AND THIS CLINGS FURTIVELY EVEN TO THE MOST GROTESQUE OF FIGURES.

I DON'T THINK IN CONCEPTS. I LIED. I THINK IN CONANGULARISMS. CON-MEN AND CARNASSERIES.

MANY LARGE CORPORATIONS HAVE WORKERS WHO VERY OFTEN DO NOT WORK.

I MADE THIS AND I KNOW THAT IT IS GREAT. YOU MADE THIS AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IT IS GREAT. I WILL PROPAGATE IT AS A DANDELION SPREADS HER SEEDS; INDISCRIMINATELY, UBIQUITOUSLY, CHARITABLY. PROSPER.

AYN RAND WAS THE FIRST GIRLBOSS

BEAUTY IS THE ROOT OF ALL HAPPINESS. AESTHETICISM WILL LEAD YOU TO THE TRUTH.

Erotic pleasure is like icing - or marzipan - on a cake. When it has gone, there might be nothing else - or there might be a whole, substantial cake - and if it contains figs, so much the better.

BITTERNESS CANNOT BE HIDDEN BY MAKEUP. IT STAYS ON THE FACE AND COMES OUT THE MOUTH.

WHEN I SEE A GIRL WITH FAKE NAILS I WANT TO BREAK THEM OFF AND I ALSO WANT TO BREAK HER FINGERS.

HOLD MY HAND AND I MIGHT BREAK YOU. . .

MY SISTER TOLD MY MOM IN THE CAR ONE DAY THAT SHE WAS "HAVING A BAD MENTAL HEALTH DAY" AND MIGHT NEED TO BE PICKED UP FROM SCHOOL. SHE SAID THAT SHE SUDDENLY FELT THAT HER SKIN WAS SUDDENLY TOO TIGHT AND FELT LIKE SHE WAS GONNA DIE. YEAH? AND? THAT'S A NORMAL, NATURAL PHENEMENON. IT NEEDS NO TREATMENT, IT JUST NEEDS COMMON SENSE. SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE SHAMING HER FOR HOW WEEK SHE IS. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND HOW TERRIBLE IT FEELS TO DISASSOCIATE WHEN I HAVE SUCH A STRONG SENSE OF SELF.

THE KUNG FLU'S BIGGEST VICTIM IS THAT OF SNOW DAYS. NOW ALL SNOW DAYS HAVE STEALTHILY BEEN CONVERTED INTO "E-LEARNING DAYS" TO LIMIT THE AMOUNT OF DAYS TECHNICALLY OUT OF SCHOOL TO MAXIMIZE THE AMOUNT OF FUNDING THEY GET. I AM ONLY ALLOTTED ONE SNOW DAY? WHY? BECAUSE SOMEHOW IT'S PREFERABLE TO STARE AT A SCREEN CONTAINING FAKE PEOPLE AND FAKE LEARNING FOR ALL 6 HOURS OF WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SCHOOL? IT'S EVEN MORE CONFOUNDING BECAUSE THERE WAS NO REASON THEY COULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE THE PANDEMIC. I GUESS IT WAS JUST THE PERFECT, PERHAPS MANUFACTURED, OPPORTUNITY TO NORMALIZE US NEVER BEING ALLOWED A DAY OFF. TOO SICK TO WORK? YOU'RE NOT SICK ENOUGH TO MAKE THIS SPREADSHEET, OR ATTEND THIS MEETING. I KNOW I'M EXAGGERATING AND IT'S A MINOR GRIPE BUT IT JUST FEELS SO SECRETLY HEINOUS.

PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEAAAAAASE. PLEASE. PLEAAASE. PLEAAASE. PLS. PLS. PLZZZZZZZ. PLSS. PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE. PLEZ. PL0X. PLZ. PLZ. PLZ. PLZ. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEAAAAAAAASE. PLEASE. PLZ. PLS. PLEAAASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. ESAELP. PLEAASESEESESEJSEJS.. PLEASESES. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLSSS. PLKZZZZZ. PLS. PLZ. PLZZZZZ. PLZ. PLS. PLZZ. PLS. PL0X. PLZ. PLZ. PLEASE. PLEAAASE. PLZ. PLEAASE. PLES. PLS. PLS. PLS.

THE PUNCHLINE OF THE JOKE IS A PLAY-ON WORDS. THE NUMBER "6" SOUNDS LIKE THE WORD "AFRAID" WHEN SPOKEN OUT LOUD, AND THE NUMBER "7" SOUNDS LIKE THE WORD "SEVEN." SO THE JOKE IS ASKING WHY "SIX" (AFRAID) IS AFRAID OF 7 (SEVEN). THE PUNCHLINE, "BECAUSE 7 8 9" IS A REFERENCE TO THE NUMBERS THAT COME AFTER "7" (SEVEN) WHICH IS 8 AND 9. SO THE JOKE IS A PUN ON NUMBERS AND WORDS THAT SOUND SIMILAR TO NUMBERS. THE JOKE IS SIMPLY A PLAY ON WORDS AND DOESN'T HAVE ANY DEEP MEANING BEHIND IT. IT IS JUST A WAY TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH.

IN FOURTH GRADE, I STEPPED ON ANTS DURING RECESS, IN THE COURTYARD. I KILLED THEM WITH MY FOOT. THE FAT INDIAN BOY, NOT IN A DOUGHY MOUNTAIN-DEW GUZZLING WAY, BUT IN THE WAY THAT HE WAS A WRESTLER, AND STILL PROBABLY IS, AND WAS FAT. HE SCOLDED ME, TOLD ME NOT TO KILL THEM, TOLD ME THAT THEY DESERVE TO LIVE TOO. HE WAS RIGHT, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW HE COULD REALIZE SUCH A THING AT SUCH AN AGE, WHEN I COULD NOT. TODAY I HEARD A GIRL SAY HE CRIED ONLY TO FIT IN WITH OTHERS, COLLECTED HER HAIR, WHICH IS FIERY AND SHIMMERING, IN A PLASTIC BAG ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL. HE'S OBSESSED WITH HER AND BUYS KEYCHAINS AT SOUVENIR SHOPS WITH HER NAME ON IT AND COLLECTS THEM. I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED, OR IS IT JUST ANGELIC POSSESSION?

DURING MENSTRUATION, THE WOMB BECOMES THE CORE OF THE WOMAN'S BEING, A BEATING HEART OF GRIEF. LAMENT LAMENT LAMENT. EVERY TIME WOMEN HAVE THEIR PERIODS THEY OPEN A CRACK TO ANOTHER REALM, WHICH MAKES THEM FORMIDABLE SORCERERS.

I BELIEVE THAT WHEN YOU ARE FAT, EVERYTHING YOU SAY/THINK IS UNDERLAID BY THE FACT THAT YOU ARE FAT--ANY ADVICE GIVEN OR IDEA RAISED COMES WITH THE ASTERISK OF OBESITY, SIGNALLING THAT YOU HATE BEAUTY AND HAVE MADE YOUR BODY A MONUMENT TO UGLINESS, AND ARE DYING AS A CONSEQUENCE.

(քիթիդոգգո) (նեկոզունա) Այո հույս ունեմ, որ այլեւս ինձ չես կարոտում, Ես նույնիսկ չեմ հիշում, թե ով ես դու, Բայց մի՛ մտահոգիր, կարող էիր առաջին բանը լինել, Ես մտածում եմ, երբ միտքս դանդաղ է շեղվում: այո ես երեւի քեզ այլեւս չեմ կարոտում, Նույնիսկ եթե ես շատ անգամ եմ ասել առաջ, Ա՜խ աստված, ես մտածում եմ, որ քեզ հավիտյան կսիրեմ... Որովհետեւ չգիտեի, թե ինչ նկատի ունեի հավիտյան ։ (գործիքային) (Քիթիդոգի նախադասությունը կրկնվում է) Այո հույս ունեմ, որ այլեւս ինձ չես կարոտում, Ես նույնիսկ չեմ հիշում, թե ով ես դու, Բայց մի՛ մտահոգիր, կարող էիր առաջին բանը լինել, Ես մտածում եմ, երբ միտքս դանդաղ է շեղվում: այո ես երեւի քեզ այլեւս չեմ կարոտում, Նույնիսկ եթե ես շատ անգամ եմ ասել առաջ, Ա՜խ աստված, ես մտածում եմ, որ քեզ հավիտյան կսիրեմ... Որովհետեւ չգիտեի, թե ինչ նկատի ունեի հավիտյան ։ (գործիքային) (Քիթիդոգի նախադասությունը կրկնվում է) [flipnote գորտերի ձայն] (Քիթիդոգի նախադասությունը կրկնվում է) [ring ձայն] (Քիթիդոգի նախադասությունը կրկնվում է)

KISS ME OR I'LL TELL EVERYONE YOJ FOLLOW "FEMBOY FIREARMS"

I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE UNLESS YOU KNOW I AM REPULSIVE & LOVE ME EVEN AS YOU KNOW IT

I HOPE IT STAYS DARK FOREVER !! I HOPE THE WORST ISN'T OVER !! AND I HOPE YOU BLINK BEFORE I DO !! AND I HOPE I NEVER GET SOBER !!

WE'LL KEEP FALLING INTO EACH OTHER TO FILL THE EMPTY SPACES

THERE IS AN INHERENT SATISTFACTION TO A CAPRI-SUN. WHEN YOU FINISH ONE, ALL THAT'S LEFT IS AN EMACIATED SHRIVELED HUSK OF WHAT IT ONCE WAS. MANY FOODS AND BEVERAGES LEAVE BEHIND A "CORPSE" SUCH AS THE BONES OF PITS, BUT FEW MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'VE ROBBED SOMETHING OF ITS SOUL.

MEMORIES ARE STORED IN THE HEART. THEY CIRCLE LIKE BLOOD. THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE FORGOTTEN.

WE DON'T GROW WEEDS, WE ONLY GROW RAFFLESIAS!

TFW YOU HAVE PERFECT PURITY POSSIBLE BY MAKING YOUR ENTIRE LIFE A LINE OF POETRY WRITTEN WITH A SPLASH OF BLOOD

IF YOU LEAVE A SPEAKER MAKING WATER SOUNDS IN A BEAVER HABITAT, THEY DRAG WOOD TO IT. FOLKS CALLED THE BEAVER DUMB, "IT DOESN'T EVEN REALLY UNDERSTAND HOW DAMS WORK!" THEN ANON SAID "YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT I DO WHEN PIXELS LOOK LIKE A NAKED WOMAN" AND IN THAT MOMENT I WAS ENLIGHTENED.

MUNDANE MORNING ACTIONS; FASHIONING A SELF CONSTRUCTED OF CLOTH; FLESH; SMELL AND SENSE; HOW DO I BECOME A NEW EACH DAY; HOW AM I THE SAME; HOW AM I ALWAYS BECOMING THROUGH THE MUNDANE

MY BODY NEARLY REFUSES TO REMOVE I WANT TO RESTI WANT TO REST I WANT TO REST I WANT TO REST

BEG FOR ME SO I KNOW THAT YOU THINK THAT YOU NEED ME. REMIND ME THAT I'M WANTED WHILE I PUNCH YOU IN THE RIBS.

Like a half eaten pizza. Like a stray dog on the street. Like moonlight on a lake or the blades of a ceiling fan. Like blood when you bite your tongue. Like trees in the distance and old dirt roads. I can picture nothing in particular. There is no form for such a person in my mind.

Having no friend makes me sad Even the days go bad, with nobody around, No one to play with me, A bee stung me, As pain glides through my soul, As my body burns like coal, I have to cry to leave all the pain out, As I scream asking for help With nobody around, I know I can't have your beautiful eyes but our kids can, I ran out of pickup lines but I can pick you up at a Math is so confusing because they always talk about X and Y but never U and I I like Ronaldo but I think we should get Messi Are you a rollercoaster because the faster I go the louder you scream

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF EATING IF YOU CAN'T TASTE ANYTHING" <-- PROOF OF MY SPIRITUAL OBESITY

But I am now firm in my conviction that when I come home to God, I will deserve every inch of space that I take up in His arms.