You! Yes you, are a figment of your own imagination. Creeping around trying to hide from the pain inside. Do not deny that you try. Worry not. All is well. I control you. I can mold and shape, dismember and shatter, liquefy and condense your mind like the fecal matter that I excrete from my anal cavity. But wait, that's not all. I'll even throw in the hope that you might survive until your children's children poke endlessly at your wrinkly flab. Your flab that was once the mindless muscle tissue that caused you to convulse and contract into the ignominious that you are. The sensation of vibration that occurred only when you wanted a cheap excitement of a thrill now causes you to screech with anxiety and agony that only motivates your will to die even more. That's right. I know you want to die. Death is such a meager thought that permeates within the wall of bones in your cranium. Worry not. All is well. Your cranium is something to be tinkered with. Tinkering that is done with monkey wrenches and bendable screwdrivers, sockets and hammers, needle nose pliers and spoons. Glorious spoons to scoop out the good and pack it full of the devilish bad. All the while, you just vegetate there with the ignorance that eliminated the use for a dictionary. Although, why and how could a plant ever be able to read in the first place. After all being filled with chlorophyll could obstruct the thought. All that gooey green mess that dissolves the wall of structure. Oh, are you still here? Listening to the fallen bricks talking amongst themselves? Can you here them? What are they saying? Do they say, "you have destroyed our fundamental rules of unity"? Huh?! Huh?! Oh, am I offending you? Am I making you fell like that time when you got you arm chopped off? Well good! Maybe this time you won't hog all of the sun! That's for everyone you know. The selfish pig in you should bake in the sun. Use the grease and make pork rines. Mmm. that's some good eats! And through all of your trials and tribulations, you still can't remember just one thing! The chickens are coming. Worry not. All is well.

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