I hope I die in my sleep and I am erased from everyone’s memory and a team of beautiful mammals (which are completely new; a species of this imagined reality) carry my body away into the endless heavens
I like to walk around on bright sunny days with an earpiece in that incessantly repeats “confine yourself within an aching hatred for all things” in the voice of Bob Heatheater
Blaming not being able to fuck an AI generated girl on the race of the plentiful magicians…A fool’s outlook. We have only ourselves to blame! Look inward and see your corrupted, cold-as-ice heart!