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Fuck your questions, I'm typing now so I'll turn it around and ask YOU a question.

Did you know that wind turbines are actually giant fans for cooling down the climate?

Also, why don't you answer me?

My bottom actually stank less during my month without TP.

[DAMN YOU 4TH DIMENSION]

Oh dear, I'd love to be more over the top. I'd fucking adore not to be what everyone seems to tell me to be, and create my completely different perspective for what it means to be "a being". But this world just drains it out of me, everything profound I ever come up with either fizzles out, or integrates itself into the machine hurting me.

Kinda kills the motivation, doesn't it? It feels like everyone has creative ideas, for goddess sake we start out as children, but in a world where everything you say or do can, and will be used against you there's a pretty powerful urge to just to cuddle into the corner and... Oh wait the corner has spikes all over it to prevent slacking off, better get back to work.

What I'm trying to say, is that these days of endless infernal screaming I'm not even sure I should do better. Maybe better is just false ideal to lure me into cage with no windows and only my own appendages for food.

But then again, what good would moping in that corner ever do to me. Things can't get worse  if you're stationary. DAMN YOU 4TH DIMENSION