Hello.

Taking advantage of the gift of free will, I have decided that physical reality is no longer relevant or interesting to me. I'm going to leave material science to people who actually understand it and can verbalize their beliefs and opinions properly. Now with that out of the way, I can actually talk about what this post is about.

I've been schizo-maxxing recently, and ever since I started, I've been aura-mogging all the local hylics, spiking their cortisol levels. And let me tell you, I never felt better being myself. I used to dress and act in a way that made me blend into the background. I didn't want to be seen. Now, I simply do not care. I have the physical strength and mental fortitude to deflect any would-be hater. Why aren't people doing this? They all look the same. Baggy black pants, and shirts. Sometimes they go wild and wear a white shirt. Where did the whimsy go? Why am I the weird one for wearing charms made of human hair and teeth? Also copper. And yes, I do that. And I haven't been cursed ever since I started doing it. So, the results speak for themselves.

What I am trying to say is: Bringing whimsy and the suspension of disbelief back into my life was one of the best decisions I have made in a long while. So, while you people try to conform and support the system of exploitation, I'll be minimizing my loosh production with extreme hedonism. Have a great day, and I hope this post helped you in some way. Even if it's just a vaguely entertaining bunch of words on a screen.