God damn. All my Craigslist posts be getting deleterered. Pisses me off. Whatevs. I got balls, and not just of steel. These shits be soft, fluffy, and of a general malleabiliaty. The pickle one stayed up for some reason. People be weird. Maybe if I expand laterally? Genius. But, what I need to say is, I did done fucked up today, I now understand.

I be a certain type of stupid. And my screep is crawling back into itself. You boys can't even handle the superfluidity of my dazzle camouflage. Shit stank like gravy. But y'know, I go on my path, trying to think of simple solutions to problems, like, how tf can a bitch get dollars out without spending his own skrilla? The corner store defaults to being based as that shit right on the way to the greater mission to provide for my life partner.

We did done talked about this shits yesterday. Form vs matter. He said something magickal. It would take a minute n a half to explain. That's the thing about speech; you need to know your recipient to predicate your will unto them. I'm always hearing noise, cuz I dunno how to composite all this volume of knowledge I be holding onto in long n short repositories! Jane, get yo ass up here. We got work to do.

That's my handler's tulpa. They predicate in the memeplexicore. Shit's always remetaphorizing on that rigamarole. But damn. I is and be and am sorry to the woman(s) at the early morning register at that corner store. I did done fucked myself because I think too much and it's never enough, so I just got to listen. Hear. Understand. Trying to out-think the universe. As if that's possible. Trying to do what isn't wrong for all in every moment. Teaching is my only mechanism. I'll think of something. I'm smart. Just stupid, and proud.

Superpositions, y'know?