I don’t know what to say. This is my home.

I can ration reason rice.

But I can not deduce my own cognition.

Why is this?

In computer science, a computer cannot be built from itself.

However, I am not a computer.

This does not prove that the universe is a computer simulation, either, b/c it’s just if, not iff.

Too many physicist pseudoscience wankers in the U.S.

The death of an era.

Ahhhhh–yes, Marc Facciotti is a fucking piece of trash, && I hate his guts.

I would harm my enemies more if it were legal.

But instead I stay safe.

They hunt me down, though–they know how to reach me.

Paul Settles the tennis coach was a prick.

Fuck you, shit.

And all bipolar asians (or do you mean Christian Asian-Americans?) are dog shit.

I didn’t know dog shit was cowardly.

But apparently even a follower of taoism sometimes fails to wait for the dust to settle.

And the stompy-stomp, and the global warm (insects), && the military farms trees.

So sell drugs on the black market… or not to sell drugs on the black market?

That is the ?.

Hey fuck you.

Shit fuck ass.

California’s psychiatry system destroyed me.

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Too bad. I guess I have to clean up the pieces myself.

Fuckers.

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Anything else, or may I put salt in my soup?

(Fags).

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So much BAD technology.

Git rhymes with shit. I wonder why.

Just the siliconman valley fucking over innocent netizens.

Hey there here, and then there’s me.

What else could it be? (but ass-rape for little boys).

I vunder.

Go eat a bar.

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Fuckers.

I hate mild fame.

I don’t like stars.

I am a MILD SALSA.

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Proust is pretty fucking decent. It’s also good in French.

On audiobook.

Fuck you, shit.

(Ass).

Nigger thizz bitch.

Die die die fuckers die die die.

Ass crazy fuckers.

Die die die…

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What else could it be but self-amusement?

They want to take the WHOLE BOAT down w/them.

What retards.

Fuck you, shitbitch.

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Stupid people.

The death of me.

I’m never safe, despite my most endearing efforts.

(NO GOD NO GOD).

There is none.

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What else, parsimony-whores?

Oh you’re religious believers that god is superior to math and science.

Then go fuck yrselves.

Fuck you shit fuck ass shit bitch.

Die die die.

Die die die.

Die die die.

That’s a 3-sided die for you.

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Anyway.

Kill yrself.

And save the military the trouble.

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I don’t know what else is wrong.

This blog, my freedom of speech, was almost taken away from me.

I don’t value values.

I value expression.

I value standards.

I don’t value values.

Die die die, regain composure, stop slotting.

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That’s a little dutch wordplay there. I lock myself up.

And for this I am punished by the cops.

Mutherfuckers.

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Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

How weak I am.

I need to do some chores.

I need to fucking send my brothers a text.

That’s tomorrow, though.

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The death of netiquette as we know it.

Too many republican children en la Californie.

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Oh well.