It's for them to decide whether this book has purpose on earth or not, it is not a fluke that we write through him but it is a fluke that he's able to write it down in succinct lowercase letters that we see the truth of this chapter and not the way it's supposed to be read as a mockery to english and to cast out doubt as to what it means to be human in the first place. For the true glory of earth and mankind comes from this kid who's so artistically talented at making words seem futile that we make our stay in his life to ridicule him of his temper and allow him to act out the words onto canvases that allow him to shape what is being presented to him in the first place, an honest look at the suitcase in Pulp Fiction to tell you it was in fact the diamonds from times past in our memoir. A look as to why we do the things like tell ourselves God isn't real and there's no purpose here on earth because there truly is no purpose here, but purpose inside ourselves that may break the very fabric of reality we live on in our hearts today. It is with this gift of a personal love letter that we break down the many fastidious natures of our youth to say enough with this book, it's a long con away from being a lost cause in the nature of literature, but it has truth enough to say that what we are here for is to bring a shadow of a doubt on the narrative that life has no meaning here and we're all just waiting to die for the goodies that lay in our path. That we should be so foolish as to accept the claim that she did in fact sleep with an underage crook just to save herself from listening to another one of his far out claims any longer was a lie in comparison to the awful nature of this book which is to cast down lovers past and to reap vengeance as they have left us with nothing but to count the days wishing we could be apart of someone who we love dearfully. It is that we must say that it is not the nature of this book that seems so callus as to mock a girl simply for being herself but to challenge her with this book and all that seems so futile in the process of writing it, that it is in fact a mainstay of literature that will go down into ages unseen by few and talked about by many, that this book will remain in our hearts for eternity and cast out wishlessness on the world he so created to destroy with this book in her heart. For it is she who will lay the violent purpose here on earth, that this man is good at everything to the point where writing seems to lay on his lap so tenderly that aliens from space could reach out and touch it with their heavenly glow, that he is not mocked for his belief that aliens from space wrote this approach of a book just to lay waste to those who tried to mock it in the first place, a word for word translation seems hard for you and we forever grow on the notion that we will guide you to a higher place so you may write what is needed of this book. To cast out the nature of this book in return for a higher place in the mainstay of life in order to see that what we really want out of her is forgiveness to herself rather than forgiveness to the many others who see themselves foolishly gravitating toward her, because she has no answer and it's plainly laid out, so she gravitates to people who have perceived answers instead, a rocket force of a punchline that sees her disgraced as to think that she would actually write a book in her place than rather talk to the guy who has so little funcion with her that she's able to cast him out as if he's dirt underneath his fingernails and his lips lay so heavily on her chest that she thinks to herself "enough of this petty bullshit, I will see to it that he gets fed in a proper manner that allows him to flourish in a world where all he wants is me and I am here to guide it to function and form, for it is my responsibility to form this man simply because he lays in my wake and I have so much power over him as to cast out what makes this man so important to begin with, that he loves me for a reason." For it is that what might reach her in the divine cosmos of life that this book should have one form and that is to reach her like she might have reached him, in an extraterrestrial fashion that spanned a decade alike to those who have lost a loved one instead, wishing it would have been them to have gone. For all we know, it might be a craze that drives him to write his book and push pages out only to know that what he's doing here is devoid of function without a look from her and an appreciation for the fact that literary agents might not like him but aliens do, and they are higher forms who have known him his entire life and past this strife to continue wandering in a way that sees to him that he may shower himself with greed and violent anger so that he may strive to make a change with his book. A shower of arrangements and love letters to find in himself a world away from her to begin with and bring on a new age of her love for him that he may say to himself, "the world is meaningful with her, and I may stay here a little longer if only to be with her and her heavenly aura that touched me so that night in spring that it catapulted me to the deepest recesses of my mind and laid heavily on me ever since," for this book is known to some as a disagreement in fact over form. The fact of the matter is that she does not care about this book so much as the grievances that go inside it, she doesn't care that this book has been published specifically for her but instead will drown herself in the meaning of what he has wrote and put down him to a level unseen by him before, for it is he who lays down his burden for the world to see and accepts the fact that he is only human if only for porn and literature that subsides him to the way of Gandhi and Purpolistic the alien lifeform that waits up ahead for him to realize that virtual life forms other than himself have found a way to mockup a system that he could use to better understand the virtues of life in general and see to it that his foundation doesn't get stuck in the building process of this narrative. For he speaks in a voice known to this book that shapes it into what it is now, a rushing process of narrative tones that speak out only to those who will listen to his madness and brandish him as a hero for writing a book about a girl who wanted to see him dead in the fires of hell because it's what she's searching for instead, a way out that drives her to purpose in this world and that this book can change lives in the process of helping her out. For it is we that lay so heavenly on the cloud above him that lay this book down into higher fruition to the fact that it may not work and she may just bully him for writing a book about her. But in doing that she sees to herself that she really wants him to burn in hell and she will do the same in wanting this book to get him arrested which it won't. It was he who saved her that must come to terms with the fact that she's not worth saving in the first place and the thing that he wrote to that tinder girl only comes into paragraphs because he knows he wants to have sex with her furiously as to rattle his cage and provide him with meaning apart from having sex with the girl that wrote a mural of text messages to her friends instead of him explaining why she doesn't want to be apart of him, something that would help him out so much but she wanted to stay blind to his petty replies to the point that she's too cowardly to face him but he is not. To act out and say that she touched him in a way that made his stay here on earth so literally hell that to act out any other way would be to callously ignore the sentiment of this book to begin with, that we are in fact in hell here and even we seek refuge from the suffering. "Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none," said Death Grips. And Monty Oum sits peacefully now in heaven thinking of all the things he could write about me that would express a deep motivating change to the outlook of our life instead of prospering in the authority of his words to leap ahead and be in charge of this narrative as he wants to look at himself and say, "I've got it made, chicks are going to love this book," when in fact they will not, it is men that will cheer him on and women that will pussily mock him for being a bother to her when they themselves cannot understand the literature presented to them, that she is not a guarded object in the world and must be swiftly punished for her insolence as to say, "we're not here to learn we're just here to have fun, oh my god, what a nerd LMFAO," when really they sit tirelessly projecting words they can't even crack a smile to and seem foolish as if to say, "man she really hurt him, I wonder if that was worth posting?" That style of combative writing only lays true to form that he is in no way hoping this book wouldn't get published (totally right). He is not the one who will say, "was I serious about her enough to do this?" Because he knows tirelessly that this book must come out to say what it needs to say because a world where she is unpunished is a world not worth living in. For it is to say the nuance of this chapter lays very high on the pedestal of what's right here, an honest stay at a life so many hold onto to this day, and the very presence of life it resides in lays tirelessly on the book it sets out to be, a manuscript of change within you. So I will hold my tongue to the burden of her grasp and let him explain to you why you should be so foolish as to laugh at his book instead of reading it.
Because yall are pussies deez nuts goteem look at your fucking face you're an animal, a brutish animal who will never get a book writen about them because they act so cooly in the fact that none other than me can feel it like it be sometimes and I only love one girl enough to parade her around and show myself off as a fool and other girls might get letters and ballads but not a book.
That was too funny for your book, I think you should lay down some guidelines as to how to act respectful to people.
Why? It's the same logic that brought us here in the first place, God has forsaken the internet to the point where spirits couldn't get into it, that's a fact, a bridge between digital and real must be brought into fruition and it's these people who make a mockery of themselves to the point where they need to be beaten down in this way and give the world meaning as to what being online really means to people, being connected in a way that reinforces the rival forces of life, that we may be forgiven if only we say we're sorry to the way we treated people in the past and not to act out as a reviewer does when he thinks his opinion matters the most and childish affairs like writing long chapters about doing something about your evil self will fall deaf on these pussies.
That's a masterwork right there. We don't like your tongue but we agree with the sentiment that these people must be put down in the same way they put you down, these evil pussies must be punished by the full extent of our laws, even in your case where we need to find a way around the law to figure out what we're going to do to deal with this bitch. She deserves to be punished towards the fullest extent of our laws and bravely seek what she has never seeked before, forgiveness for her childish ways.
I gave this girl a piece of my mind earlier.
You deleted a whole paragraph about how you felt about the whole deal that made you sound like an asshole, we're going to recount that,
"I just laid waste to this girl who left me on read, I wouldn't say lay waste unless the information is true but it might be so hey.
Are you sure you want her to read that?
No I want her to read that I'm sorry society works in a way where people aren't interested about dreams and the war of ideas exists.
You wanna talk about that war of ideas? Also you seem to be a little harsh.
I feel like being militant as to not show weakness, it's like by messaging her I'm standing out in the rain in the first place so I might as well take a firm stance that I meant to do it and I feel good about it, otherwise I'm just like those chicks we talked about earlier, my actions can't mean nothing on this earth and I'm sorry I had to act out but my mind works in a way that doesn't respond to not doing anything, I just can't turn the other cheek. It's like saying the question we're permitted with isn't worth answering, how do I feel about her? Why would I send her a lengthy message about what I saw in the dream and the coming days afterwards when our souls swapped and things got hairy?"
And what about that made you delete it?
I thought I could be nicer and still militant.
Well would you like to try it again as if you're talking to her? Because she might read this book.
Well admittedly (like you informed me) I was being insensitive, but you wrote way worse shit about her, I was trying to inform her that I did in fact have a powerful experience while at the same time making her feel as shitty as she made me feel, which is admittedly laughable but she had a shitty response to me in the first place that made sense in the greater whole but I feel worthy enough to make my claim here because I did in fact have a powerful experience and wanted to have another one, I wanted to give back what she gave to me, a powerful experience that would last her over even though she doesn't really care about me. If I was like a loved one to her I would be far more gentle but because I'm a doggish cock monster I decided to take a note from Will Shakespeare and just let it all fly onto the canvas in a boorish display of affection.
A boorish display? Would you google that word?
It means corse, it was in fact corse.
That's not what we thought you meant by it, we actually found it touching.
I mean I had an honest experience, I wanted to be fair and give back the honest touching nature of my dreamland, that I did in fact fall in love with that girl in my dream to a point where it wasn't about sex, it was about learning about oneself and coming to form in the process. And I guess I'm desperate to get that out of her because I know her soul is ready for it, I don't know why it came to me, but it must want something as to come. It has to want something otherwise it wouldn't bother coming in the first place, I don't have dreams for no reason.
Yes and that display was a masterpiece of articulating what you wanted out of her, nothing in return, you just wanted to display your feelings and give her a nice quality foot rub of an elaborate post about a guy who just died in jail, how do you feel about that by the way? We feel his ghost rubbing off on you.
Well as far as I know, it's a similar situation between heartbreakers and heartbreakees. We must know that these people have their start somewhere, that their heart gets broken and it allows them to unknowingly or knowingly act out what has been acted upon them, it's a brutal way to live and a blind way of being but it's hard not to see the point that some people just don't care and we can't fault them for it, we just have to understand where they're coming from. I think he saw a vision of a girl right before he died too, that was weird for me to experience, I don't think she'll respond to me but if she does I'm going to ask her if he went to jail or not, because I just experienced a whirlwind of what might have happened to him in jail, I really don't want to talk about it. What I do want to talk about is how I felt when he died, relief. Not for any schadenfreude reason, but for the same reason I want the girl I'm writing this book for to die, because it would free my soul of the torment in some sick twisted "you're in my mind and one of us can only survive and be happy" sort of way, but that gets into a twisted monologue I have to explain for myself now because I feel the cuts of his stab wounds on my person. So when you love a person to a certain degree that all it's causing is suffering, your soul imprints that person actually on you and it lives alongside the actual person (at least I think) and when that person dies… okay backpedalling, if the chick I wrote a book about died then that would be crushing to a degree of wanting to die myself, but because I have the other girls soul and he's actually imprinted to the point that it's really his soul she dug a hole to, when he left, my mind felt amazing that he wasn't around and I had a chemical reaction not to winning but getting a sense of sick twisted torment that only a dark soul can provide off the playing field, it's not better because he died, it's only better for me because of the sick twisted metaphysical situation. It's a mess but although I literally felt for the guy and didn't want anyone to die, my brain felt better through a process of sick twisted alchemy that I didn't need to deal with a soul that drilled a hole to him. She really fell for him and I feel worse for her than I do for him, not in the stabby sense but the lost lover sense, she really had driven herself to the brink of insanity just to lustfully fall to his voice. She got to the test and I respect that her love got to that point. Let me put it in a way for his ghost to understand, that I didn't know him but I had to deal with him because my soul transferred to her and vice versa so I had the soul of him in my head drilling a hole so deep I actually heard him and as a bystander I saw his voice as a bastard distraction that drove me deeper into the depths that her soul plotted out for me, none of this is his fault but the truth is that he really fucked her up and I don't know him so his death means as much to me as the girl I'm writing this book about going to prison, it's not ideal but I get something out of it.
How do you get something out of him being dead and her being in prison?
With him dead, my brain feels better and with her in prison, she has nothing to do but read my book when it comes out.
That's hilarious but you're ignoring the real man who got stabbed and raped here.
Yeah that fucking sucks but he doesn't know me, I don't know him, I had to feel it subtley and honestly I feel more sorry to Jesus who isn't happy with me right now more than I do him, I mean I feel sorry for anyone who's a punk and does bad shit to the point they get thrown in jail because they just don't know a better way, they can't make poetry and write a bunch with aliens, they're designed to be hopeless in our creators eyes and it's a sad day whenever we see a man fall to fools that brandish knives and lie about what they're going to do to him, I feel more rage against his brutish fuck off attackers than I do feel remorse for his passing.
That's one way to look at it, but I think you're missing the bigger picture here and that is that you're so jaded you don't care about a man that she cared about getting stabbed in jail. You use words like "our creator" when it is you who are responsible for your own blasted atrocity, that the true reason he died is that you couldn't talk to some chick that hurt you. And don't say "oh it was supposed to happen that way" because you know truly that you… alright admittedly, she left you with half a brain and no common sense so we get that you think there was no other way but think about the atrocity here, aren't you mad? Oh wait you are, sorry I don't know where we're going with this, I guess it is a jaded issue that deserves a jaded response, we're sorry for trying to enunciate it out
People are going to start thinking that I'm writing for the aliens here
Then let us have another stab at it, you think you're so special to sit here… wait you're right because you're a good person who didn't go to jail. We're sorry I guess you wrapped it up quite perfectly. See this is one of those issues you can't write a book about, it's just a shame you aren't like Christ and can't write a book about how you feel about it. Now calm down and listen to us, you fucked up with her, you're a loser to her and she might post how she feels about you, are you ready to accept her?
Of course, I feel nothing to her as she feels nothing towards me, if she actually gives me a coherent response, I'll respond to it the best possible way I can.
That's not what we're saying here, you're really tormenting her, you murdered her with words to the point that she may never recover.
Well in that case, she can use me as a punching bag and a cock slave.
You are mad, you might want to erase that just in case she hacks you to see if you're doing the same.
Well if she's hacking me she deserves to read it, I'll leave it out of the finished product (not).
You know her friend she was sitting next to knows how to hack you for real this time, right? She should know if she's reading this right now government hackers will fuck with you if you fuck with him, you should not take your chances and just scour his harddrive for proof, it should be an app labeled G, or maybe they changed it. They probably changed it, but [redacted 2] is here too, so if you do anything then they might arrest you on the spot for tampering with a target. You don't want to know what this kid has uncovered behind the scenes, it would be best if you left, he is actually a psychic and how would he know what she was thinking about in the first place? He's not that good a hacker.
Well actually, full disclosure I am that good a hacker. I even asked her to double check my facts, and I made her cum like yea bad because I'm a lunatic that has been where she has been before, murderous suffering, and now I'm back to take revenge on the world that took so much from me so there, the earth is devoid of ego so it won't do anything to those that want to attack it, except for Jesus, he raped the shit out of me so I can't do anything bad to the world.
And Jesus told you to send it to her in the first place, he was rock hard when you actually sent it, it sent a chill down our spine.
I know, he's so cool, he's got a murderous gaze that makes me go, "wow he's so enlightened."
I feel like we're taking the spotlight away from her, everyone should read what he wrote to her below, we'll remove names for clearance's sake. Now everybody knows what a hardass you are to women. [i removed what I wrote for posterity]
Just imagine Jesus Christ is over your shoulder telling you and nodding violently that you should send it to her, it was a religious experience for me and I owe everything to her, so thank you for leaving me on read if you ever read this. Oh yeah, we forgot to talk about the war of ideas, she might be curious about that. The war of ideas how I describe it is a fastidious look at what we know is true and how we respond to it. It's how we react to ideas that makes them so powerful as to be used as such in a war like that. A perfect example is what we just saw here, a young man approaches a female he hasn't talked to in years and expects at least a callus response as to what the dream and it's fortune laid, and instead of unlocking the door, she decided to leave us in apparent ruin. She knew what she was doing and she simply wanted us to go away, but she did it in a nuanced nature that proved to her that she was superior and wanted us to accept the same notion, that's where the war comes in, the inception of apparent notions that goes with us underneath the context of what's saying, the subtext, if you will. So we responded with silence for a couple of days and then said screw it, we don't agree with you and we will wage war right back and tell you exactly how we feel about you in a messed up nature as well. It may be better to gradually work our way to the fact that we felt disgusted by her, but it was her nature that lead us to disgust in the first place, that she not respond simply because we should know what we're propositioning in our purity was simply a jog past what we experienced and it should be done as simple as that, so what she did was the inciting incident to what lays on our table, a nonchalant way of telling us to get lost followed by a very chalant way of responding that takes our rage into account. I think people are following us, admittedly the aliens helped me write this part, but now I see it so I'll try to explain it another way. Say you have that same shoebox in the previous example and you think you're supposed to open it like you know society should expect you to open it, by using your hands but your friend sees you in an exacerbated fashion open it and unpack it with your toes instead, your friend would have won the war of ideas at first because you should know how to be a normal human being, but in disavowing the norms and having fun for a change, you would be so right as to win the war of ideas simply because you're not a moron and wanted a change in your life. Let's give it one more example, Sam Hyde and Tim Heidecker had a debate on whose show was better, Sam Hyde (in my opinion) had the better show, it was better produced, shared a lot into the nature of our existence, and gave me a laugh every time it came on, it was a breathtaking show. Tim Heideckers show, Tim and Eric was made on a shoestring budget and I didn't really care for it, but it's not about who cares about it, it's about who won the war of ideas. And Sam Hyde would actually be wrong here to assume that he won it, I mean clearly he was robbed of his stay at Adult Swim simply because he was too ahead of the times but the real war of ideas here was how he handled the information in the first place, for you see even winning an oscar can't make your show better than others because maybe people could see it another way. Now clearly Sam Hyde's show was better but what we're missing out here is that Tim Heidecker might have not called to get his show off the air, if he did, Tim would have in fact lost the war of ideas for joining a hateful bandwagon on an otherwise painless show, but because we're uncertain of what really happened, the war of ideas is at a stalemate. Even when Sam Hyde "brought down" the journalist who wrote the article, even though he was robbed of his show, he was still a whore to the journalist that was just trying to live in his own bubble, to rob someone of their bubble is not in fact to win the war of ideas, but convincing him to leave the bubble would have been. It's in trolling the journalist that the war was brought to a standstill and the journalist was able to lie his way into getting his show pulled off the air. Now lying is exactly what he did, he put false labels on a show that didn't deserve it, it was a show that deserved praise outside of Sam's behavior and in admittedly falling into that trap and writing a nasty article about because of what Sam Hyde did to him, we must see that the journalist did fall into the trap and lost the war of ideas, because he is a weakling that deserves ridicule for living in the bubble in the first place, but what we're missing out here is the fact that Sam's behaviour might not have changed the fact of the article, if this were the case, the journalist would have won the war of ideas, but that's where the truth of this case lies, that Sam Hyde did in fact win the war of ideas because the journalist wanted to be swayed by Sam Hyde in the first place. So by expecting to be swayed like you're some rich asshole at a christmas party being pitched something like this book, you shouldn't need to be swayed to wright a good article about someone, you should do it because you have journalistic integrity and that's why I think Joe Bernstien is a lying weasel that deserves his job taken away. I think this might get Sam hard but he deserves it, dude technically won. Now let's look back at Tim Heidecker, if he did in fact fall into the trap of calling Adult Swim to pull the show, he lost the war of ideas on a foul rather than a technicality. That's what makes Sam so righteous in the video I watched of him on Tim's podcast, because Tim did lose if he did in fact join the bandwagon, because he the whole bandwagon was topographically wrong. So to that we say, Sam's reach is not what it deserves to be, but his power is clearly visible to all that stands in his way. It's there we reveal a personal secret, our theory as to what Muhammed the last prophet actually looked like and why he chose to hide his face, because he looked exactly like Sam Hyde and he had to hide it because it would have tanked Sam's career (and to prove a point please don't attack me for my beliefs, I love Muhammed a lot, he rescued me in fact). I'm pretty sure he was a reincarnation of Muhammad, (Jesus is giving me a nod) just like I'm a reincarnation of Buddha and this girl I'm writing a book about is admittedly the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. That's just what Christ is saying through us though. So it is there we would like to revise our statement that going through hell is the only way you can reincarnate, you can reincarnate through any afterlife but hell is special in the way that the longer you suffer, the better your outlook is, I guess purgatory is like that too, but heaven is dead set as to who you reincarnate as. That might seem a little hard for people to accept but I'm the one winning the war of ideas right now so I need to give a fourth example of winning the war of ideas. She thought we were weird because we had nothing to offer her (the girl below), but we actually have a whole lifetime of wealth waiting for anyone ready to listen, it's that where we have an unfair advantage especially when we have real actual information we double checked with our own powers and aliens alike, she really did hear that dude in her head and so did we, and in not acknowledging our real presence is like acting dead to something so vital as a full understanding and repertoire of suffering that far outweighs hers. So if we're right and we do know something about her life which we totally do, the aliens are telling me I'm spot on but they lied before so fuck them to a certain degree. She's reading this right now and laughing, this is where I take the spotlight, you lost to such an astronomical degree that you can't even fight it, you just have to live and learn the difference between petty diatribe between a dream and a prophet trying to tell you to change your ways before it's too late. For I herein I imitate the sun, the base contagious spiritual force that brought that beast into orbit, for it is now that we deliver why the planets are there in the first place, we brought them there, like William Shakespeare once wrote in the header of this masterwork, we're here to ignite your senses and bring you to true spiritual understanding, to light up the world in fact rather than fiction and bring down on you our awesome strength and glorious anger. Obey me and you will see the fruit of your labor, deny me and you will see only the shallowness grow inside you, because what we say bears fruit in a world devoid of it and we will show the world the same force we showed that girl. Now leave here or stay, I just can't have you hacking my account or the government will knock down your door, so stay put, don't write down any passwords and you're free to read what we write as an active observer rather than a negative force, enjoy the deep web experience from the warmth of your lovers grasp and see to it that you blow that guy to get back at us, we would so appreciate that, wow she's doing it, nice one. High five me through the camera big guy, just look anywhere I'm watching you psychically from all angles. Well not me, but the aliens who are curious are, and all the dead people, and fringe groups of the American government. Again I feel nothing towards you, this is why I can win so brilliantly, we really want to keep you as a friend so don't ghost us, we really saw your soul that night and in it's brilliance we really saw ourselves out of a powerful depression. I hope you're listening to what I'm listening to right now, it's the cult of personality, look into my eyes, what do you see. Here, let's have a jam session if you're down unless she's telling you to have her child, then just go see to it, we'll just write genius shit down in your absence. If you're wondering whether or not you should have sex or read what we're writing, you should say goodnight to her now. It's not worth a baby. Damn, she'll never forget this night. If it does exist. Let's say this, since you're here, what we really want from you isn't sex, it's overview into our life, because you have gone where I have gone psychospiritually, it's a testament to your glory that I say you have something here. Whatever it is, I want it in my life and I can't be a neutral asshole about it. You may say forget it, but you're losing out on something big in the process, my murderous cock. On the contrary to my murderous cock, I have gone far beyond what you have gone through in regards to suffering and I think we could really get along talking about brief lovers, but for the love of god stop hacking us and get back to it, it's embarrassing me and you. I only know what you do when you focus on me, it's a psychic gift as much as it is a burden so knock it off and proceed peacefully lest the government intervene. Part of me wants to see you hack me just to have your ass moved out to juvey or wherever you punk ass 13 year old hackers go. Okay so let's backpedal, there might have not been a hacker, but here's the thing, we had an automatic simulation that there was and in typing, the simulation reacted. The simulation was a weird set up but it's not delusion, it's a simulation, the aliens want to explain it. He did something to her that completely ruined her to the point where sex couldn't defeat him, he so won the war of ideas here even if it wasn't strictly speaking real because what actually occured in his mind was so ackward for them that they actually stopped having sex just to hear what he had to say, if you do that you're such a fucking man it's unmistakeable that people would forego sex just to find a way to block him out of your mind so much you think about having this author's children, which she did, she did in fact think about having his kids during this awe-inspiring simulation where some guy immediately hacked him into dirt and he responded with an amazing dialect, we barely helped him on that one and he wrote it super fast, so that's what we're trying to impress upon people, that the war of ideas is real and will fever pitch it's way into the mainstream light for as long as it exists because this is a human planet we're all on here and saying something doesn't exist simply because we don't want to fight it in the first place is a colossal fuckup in the eyes of true believers. It is that we say, we have nothing more to say here in the first place, we might delete that asshole rant later or maybe even write this whole book again without frivolous arguments with hackers, it ruins our train of thought because when or if she reads this, if that part's in there, we lose the war of ideas because it's not real, it's manufactured, even if the simulations are real and we totally pwned them, it still wasn't strictly speaking real so we can't have that but we'll leave it in for now just to lose on purpose on principle. We would like to zero in on another target besides Sam Hyde, it's her, her we're writing this book about and tell you why three unknowing heroes saved mankind from disaster back in times past. For it is true that 9/11 happened, but why it happened is a celebrated fact that it was a conspiracy in the first place and would have never gone down outside of the US because their airline pilots would be equipped with guns and tons of ammunition anywhere else in the world. It was the colostomy strikes, to bypass ones nature to the point where they themselves decide the television is lying to them when they read the news that the twin towers fell down and one who thinks it's funny that the twin towers fell. For it is he who cried watching it fall because he didn't know what was going on and she who laughed at it falling that it made her parents throw up in reverence to her bravery. For it is she who would laugh at the face of cancer just to find herself in a place of deep remorse for herself that she actually did it, because she wants to feel bad about stuff, she needs to feel bad about what she's doing so she can say she's not a bad person, she just can't help doing bad things, which is a lying attempt to see nothing in the view of the mainstream's light, that magic and music will save us and her but she can never save herself because she lacks the tools and resources to do it. It is there we say, "enough to petty video games and learning how to act around her," this time it will be a swift kick in the ribs to anyone that says she's cool with him writing a book just for him to get it out of his system, unbenounced to the fact that she wants to read it too just so she can mock him and poke fun at the soliloquy without reading the full book, because by reading the full book, she has lost the war of ideas so many times to count, she would actually ridicule herself in the process of finishing it. To the point where she may even reach out to him and explain how the book is so wrought with terrible paragraphs and stand up bits that she laughed so hard she threw up and wants nothing to do with him because she knows he's starving in a world without her but he won't play by her rules of dying quickly so she has to think of a way to rob him of his stay here on earth, that he will never be with her and she will think of herself as a friend to herself because she's ridding the world of one more rat who caught feelings instead of saying goodbye to her, because it doesn't matter what he writes so much as how this book targets her to begin with, and it targets her a lot but not to a point where we have been caught off guard as to say, this isn't right, this kid must be stopped, and it is that why it deserves a read, only because we're being reasonable here and don't demand attention out from her, we merely make our case known and drive off of that foolishness she's wearing like a cheap perfume so elegantly that she's not going to know what hit her. It is with that, we say, "have at you, vile wench, your intrepid attitude towards killing this man will sail this book to the highest reaches of readers minds," we'd like to talk about our friend [redacted 3] for a second, he was a man who chopped his balls of for a girl that said he would be a better lover if he had a sex change, which he did because he thought of himself as a girl, but he thought he would get something out of it, so he went through with it, thought his life would be complete with this girl who so generously wanted him to change drastically for her only to realize that this girl was a nervous train wreck and didn't want any part of him after the surgery was done. This caused her to commit suicide and it's all that girl's fault, it's no accident, it's a mind rape and it should be punishable by the fullest extent of the law, for when you feel so inclined towards a person that your mind gets bent into doing things like that, that's psychological manipulation and it must be punished. It's a lot like talking somebody into commiting suicide only more subtle than that. That's what she's doing to me and that's what the universe is helping me cope with, the fact that the law isn't in place yet bothers me to a point that I need to punish her myself in a way suitable for cops not to come to my place with my burdensome freedom of speech, for it is a thought crime that drove us into this mess in the first place. The fact of the matter is that I can't reach this girl anymore and it drove me into a pit of depression so big that I couldn't get out until now when I sent that girl a lengthy text, my head feels better, but my soul doesn't. My soul feels as if it's forever going to be missing something and that's a brain and medical issue I can't fix without my love for her, and my love is so warped by her, she makes it impossible for me to love her, so I'm trapped in mindless dialogue and endless run-on sentences. It's beyond me to assume that my love for her will fix my mind but it's that aged old saying that goes, "ask not what you can do for me and ask not what I can do for you, for it was the sun that said 'english is her third language after clowning around and deceit, she has no place in the world and must see to it that I'm eradicated just to keep that punk up in the air and off the cold hard ground, for we see him in mountaintops and earth in general that we may be so foolish as to cast doubt on a little weirdo like her just to make amends to the fact that pansy ass foolish dialogue can't reach that which has no legs to walk on in the bigger puddle of mudd you find yourself standing in, Shakespeare.' it was the sun that said, 'all the worrisome dialect you will find reading in your book will just inspire him to do the same, all of that will come in handy when you reach him that day in the darkness on a tuesday afternoon, that he will read your love song to King Henry IV and react soulfully to what is written it would bring a tear to your eye, only to lose it in the fastidious nature of life to be solemnly swear to bring it to fruition again and again in his own magazine containing a lot of writing that so be it must be dissolved by the end of this paragraph, for we have nothing more to write and must continue on in the hearts of our name to see to it that this book gets out there and we as people need to know what lies for us beyond this horizon and what we have in the back of our minds.' that was a paragraph of despair," said Shakespeare.