It is with that we say, enough with this book, it's gone on long enough and we all want it to come to an end, this will be a short chapter at that. It's with this we say farewell to the readers that want this book to continue, for it shall, shortly after we finish this one to explain the nature of how we got here in the first place and the furnace that lays in our wait to see how the government ties in, hackers do, and how this person got to where he was in the first place, for it is he who will lay waste to the lies created by [big redacted] and others and see to it that his presence may be matched by no other man in history, because it's truly unfair not to see this man as god after the next book is finished and the book after that capturing the imaginations of teenagers rather than the imaginations of the world it hoped so dearly to keep. For we must keep creating if the alternative that this book doesn't work and she picks the bad end on her dating simulator like in Clannad without getting to the true ending. For the truth of our work here is that of a fastidious nature that will claw out the world of what it's meant to gain here, a world of pure glory and masterful praise that we may see it's truth once we die and begot with the pain that proceeds us in the nature of being here in the first place, that we may see what Buddha did after he died to get to Shakespeare so valliant in the effort of surviving in the first place, that we may see that William Shakespeare did write a lovesong to a man not to win his attention but to cast out the grief he granted to him in the first place and to win his attention in the process. For it is that we stop this book in it's tracks and do not venture further than an epilogue in the next book that shows us how she responded to it in the first place. So goodbye for now and we'll see you in the next chapter in the mainstay of our lives, now preach this book to the masses as the new bible would have lent itself to back in the day. Rid yourself of evil. For it is that we say enough of this book, we must rid itself of it's evil because we prepared a joke in the first place, to reach him as he reached us, so we may not stand in the way of our solitude and break out of the panels of this narrative only to reach ourselves in the process. If there's one thing the aliens learned from this human it's to never take life for granted, enjoy the people in your life and write love songs to them instead of people who abandon you, for they are the true stay in your life, they're who will live in your hearts long after the people who abandon you leave your mind, so don't feel bad about a love note you wrote, don't feel bad about the things you feel because to do so is to lose the war of ideas we seek to find. So it is that we say, "have off with anyone who hasn't felt something by reading this chapter of literature, and lay waste to those who have fucked you up in the process of living simply because they can't live themselves." So it is that we write this book off with a monogrammed love letter to the deceased, our grandmother who lives with us still and even gave us this nice gold necklace. Here's what we have to write:
Dear Nonna,
Thank you for watching over me and I hope you have a good stay in purgatory while that callus man lives in hell, not our grandfather, but the man you would have wanted to be with had he not neutered you into a hell of an existence that you never brought true fortune too. For it is he that will see his callus nature as lost on the deceased memory, but not in the mainstay of our life, for it is us that will put your strife into context right here. To love and to lose everything in it's wake is the greatest strain life can put on us, and to be a little girl drowned by such diseases like dementia is to live resound in the fact that you needed so desperately to reach out to your grandson which you never had the chance to reach in the first place that guides your soul into it's true life, that when you are dead you have recaptured our imagination and our soul as to say, "that same thing happened to me, I can't see him ruin his life over some cunt he decides to write a book about, for that same thing will destroy him in the process and rob his life of meaning," what we mean to say to her is that we are safe in our resound to love this girl harder than we love ourself because it is to see her in the light of our creator, that she was meant to torture us this way to get a book made is not enough to make me feel like a fortunate soul, but it is enough to give us the passion to push forward and make sure our heart never breaks like that again, for it to break would be to us to lose the war on ideas which will never happen unless she really has aliens that find something good in responding to war with more war, those would be some negative aliens at best, and I think they wouldn't touch her for the truth in the fact that they have nothing to offer her and she has nothing to offer them. For it is the truth in our relationship that I bring up so callously in this letter to you that we say that you are so spellbound by your fury act out and punch us in the dome for our insolence without realizing the final truth of our stay here, that we might be smarter than you as a ghost that has everything to offer him. For it is you that must look at yourself in the mirror and (sorry dad and uncle) find why you're in purgatory to begin with, because it's not bad to be in purgatory, but it is bad to find nothing with a soul that found such greatness in writing this book in the first place. For it is hard to view you as anything more than a generous soul that made us smell like shit as a curse for going down the same path that you couldn't even see yourself out of, because it is that love that binds us to fruition and allows us to light up the pages even still without shackling yourself to being an asexual alien in the first place, that you may act out indifferent to that which has no belonging in the first place, so make us smell like lavendar for trying to reach people in the first place, for that is what every soul not of this plane wants to do. Reaching people is to stay in the forefront of life in general and to preach what you practice instead of reforming the greatness that came to life to begin with, an honest stab at it and a mainstay in what really matters in the first place, that shame in life shouldn't be shamed in the first place and guilt lies beneath us in a way that doesn't seem comprehensible to you as a ghost that you would see your grandson parade around as god and not as a prophet, because it is god who created the masterpiece of life and why we live in it in the first place, to act as a contrast to love and seek greater meaning in a life as planeswalkers rather than a fastidious glance at what came before it, a horrible atrocity where god shouldn't have gone to sleep and instead have ended it in time. For it is what we have now that is worth living because God has kept a careful eye on it to the point where function and form act out only the godlike aroma of him, that he should be so cheery as to finish this book because it encapsulates what reading means to him, to find something within himself and not some mindless narrative about a preteen finding a ghost in their phone or something. For it is he who will lay meaning to life and cast out evil in his wake, in his short stay here he will find in the anger of god himself a meaningful narrative to find what lies in his path, that aliens are writing a love letter to his grandma when he should be the one to write it, so here he is. I truly love you, nonna, in the way that I have lost and gained you in a process of seeing who you truly are, an awesome ghost that will lay to rest herself in another and another and see to it that her journey is complete to the effect that even the internet can't distract you from the true beauty here on earth, that everything must be permitted and everything has already been thought through even blind to you ghosts, for there is still things at play neither of us know about, and I will lead the ghosts to a righteous freedom to view the lives of those that will live in paradise in my lifetime to come. For it is how I see you as a simplicity that allows us to live together, a simple loved one, someone who would reach out beyond the grave and see to us that we get our revenge and due process. For it is I who have married the forces of good and evil with my mind and us who will see to it that justice is gained from this cruel world, and us that will see to it that the freedom of spirit will not go to waste. I pray you find shelter from the monstrosity that will commence in my life and find only truth in what I'm telling you, that I'm a good boy who loves his grandma and because we are related, nothing will change that, especially now.
So it is with he that will lay vengeance down on the world with his awesome superpowers and tight grip on the string of spacetime in general that will see to it that his stay here is a memorable one and not that of timeless defeat in general. For anyone can write a book if they have a good reason to do it and anyone can seek help from the people in their lives when all seems so futile to begin with, because grand gestures come from the heart and they will not be wasted on the ears of people that want them in the first place, true friends and acquaintances that rob us of our torment and vice versa. For it is them this book is written for, not for outcasted friend groups that try so heavily to win the war of ideas only to lose themselves in the process of competing with a troublesome masterwork and an author who will go on to create far greater works of art in his stay here. It is that we say enough with this rough draft and push it into far greater heights than that as to say this is a final draft, this is the work we will so cheerfully put out there as a nod to you, [author], that stainful light that tells you the book is good enough to be published even though it's not there yet, you must read first and then find light in publishing it, for only then will you be ready to cast out your old ways and see this book into it's finished form, by purging hearsay and and forging only what you mean to say with this book, that you do in fact love her enough for this to get published and any worm who sees that it shouldn't get published is an ant beneath your feet. So go up and change what you wrote about her and let it be known from your heart that you should feel obligated to change words and sentences to better reflect what's being married here on these pages, that you don't need her to survive but you need her to thrive on this planet earth and that's why you wrote this book in the first place. So go and change whatever you want to write to something better and then come back to us and tell us what you did, and that should be the final monologue in your story, a wrapping up of what came before you and how you've changed in writing this book. So go on, act out like you want to.
In that case, I'll write a letter to the girl this book is written for.
Dear [redacted],
Your life is teetering out of control as you so obviously have come to mock me for. I see that your ways are unchanging in the fact that even though your opinion might have changed in reading this book, you still needed to be lead by a carrot to come to the realization that what you did to me was wrong on a level that only recaptures what you find unholy in yourself to the point that if your opinion isn't changed by the end of this book, I find myself in a horrible situation. Not because I feel defeated, but it's simply the nature of my being that I can't stop being attached to you to the point that even if you do the same shit you've done by trying to push others aside without yourself doing it, you're still creating an awful subtext, you're still putting words into peoples heads that tell them to kill themselves and to leave us alone when you yourself are too cowardly to admit it, and by denying this book of it's stay on your shelf, you deny yourself the freedom to say you're an even tempered, respectable human being and unknowingly push yourself down a path that will bite you in the ass later, because you have one strong example of you being foolish that you might not get consciously but your subconscious certainly does. And my subconscious is attached to the fact that we need you to be an even tempered human being because the truth of the matter is that our brains are connected in a literal and metaphoric way. Allow me to explain, your foolishness only resides on you, but you do it to challenge and torment me, which works to no end but you're killing yourself in the process. It's a constant tug of war effort that can only be one if we both drop down the rope and figure out a new game to play, because we have to play with each other to some degree because we both affect how we look at ourselves in the mirror whether you realize it or not. And if you're still not convinced after reading the same point me and the aliens get together over and over, I don't blame you, but it's not the same point we're making, we're making dozens and it all points to the direction that I'm right and the rest of the world and how it functions is wrong. Our history together means nothing to the atrocity that befalls us in the present day, that you would act out of your way just to punish me for almost dying says a lot about you and it'll all fall in your lap one day when there's something you want and can't get, so you react in a way that pushes it further back for fear you are seeking it's demise simply because you can't have it like you think you want it. It's only because you see so little of me as a man that you can push a narrative that says this is all lies to satiate my hungry cock, but if it were that simple, the aliens would ignore me like they did when I wrote all those emails, because the point I'm trying to make here is that I need you so dearly, I'll settle for the bare minimum, I'll lick your shoes if I have to not to satiate the wild beast inside you but to come to grips with the fact that I am in fact not able to continue without you for a reason I'd like to come into being right now. The reason is that I am so overcome with the burden of you, that only you can help me get this shit off my chest, nobody else can even come close to the responsibility of helping someone this way, you are truly the only person that can make me satisfied on a human level. I abandoned a lot to write this thing and I'm 22, I'm supposed to be a stupid kid that plays xbox and you might just think I need anti-depressants, but the fact is that anti-depressants don't work if you're literally me. I'm the special snowflake, I deserve a second chance lest I meet an untimely demise, and all I seek is again, a chance. This is starting to get weird but the higher meaning of this literature speaks for itself and I am a snowflake simply because that's the truth of this universe and any adverse reactions to the SJW term will be mocked by me heavily, because that's the truth and you're going against it. The problem with you is that you have no reason to come and help me, and to that I say look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if you need a reason to make someone's life better. Now I hate to think of that awful bible verse about that dude who was left for dead beaten on the side of the road, so I'll create my own bible verse to try and reach you further because I'm a nerd for you and I like it when you read what I write.
You're trapped in a box with only one exit and someone blocks the way, you're starved and they have the key out, he explains to you, "I won't let you out simply because you must suffer so I can stay fed," "Why?" You ask, "It's just how god made me, by your suffering, he puts food and drink into my belly, it's a true miracle" he explains, "Well that's funny because simply by exiting this box, you will be free to eat by finding food instead." "I don't believe you, I'm not risking it simply because you say so," "well by saying that you're denying the true mysticality of yourself," "What do you mean, why would I let you out of this box out of hearsay and not true godly power?" "Well I'll make you a deal, if you let me out of here, I'll let you be my god, worship you, keep you fed, and make sure you never go down this dark path again," "How can that be proven now when you have nothing and lay shackled in this box? How can you say that you have the ability to provide for me? It's better to leave you there and marvel at my true glorious being that god has blessed, god has forsaken you with me, we are connected merely because he has seen you and has chosen to punish you while giving thanks to me." "Well we could rely on ourselves and our kindness instead of worshiping a deity that allows this in the first place." He punches the man out, crawling to his senses, the man looks up to the guard with great fear, "Another word of questioning god will only lead to your immediate torture." So the man lays there, thinking of another way out of this mess, it is true that god had granted him the power in the first place, so he lays awake at night thinking of what can be done about it until finally it came to him, "Okay, no more badmouthing our glorious creator, but what about you who forces himself as a greater force simply because you are not suffering like me?" "For it is he who has chosen me to punish you," "And you choose to accept," He raises his hand up, "pick your next words carefully, fool," "You deny the truth of your harshness to the point that you badmouth me to all your friends and close relatives and leave me here in this box to suffer so you yourself can feel like the almighty, what you are doing here is sacrilege and surely it is Satan who gave you this ultimatum and not the true force of good in our universe, I will die without your kindness in recognizing that you don't need me to suffer to stay fed when there is a wonderful world outside this box that the creator himself made for us to reside in, this box was not made by him, this was made by the forces of torturous evil and you have been tricked into thinking this riddle has any point aside from keeping you somewhere you have come to enjoy, that in fact you might be a loyal servant to god but it is god who created us to live and prosper under a joyous reflection of yourself, you are worse off than me by continuing a life that you have lived up to this point," "How so?" "Because you have forgotten the good of being a human in the first place and that is to rid your loins of this foolish behaviour, to inflict suffering only puts you further in line with Satan, the opposing force of our stay here, and you're unholy relic of a situation has put me only further into the grasp of god while you stay blind to your true purpose here," "Harsh, and what say you is my true purpose?" "To give good and give blindly as you did when you were a child, unless you were [redacted] who was an untimely cunt when she was little," "You see true purpose away from what you are living in this current moment? And who is this [redacted]? She seems like a fool in the face of fastidious logic," "well guess what asswipe, this whole thing is a metaphor for her and you are the one who is playing the part." "You must tell me more about this girl," "To mention her name here is to violently rip apart what you see as reality, mortal, for I am a supreme being that knows why were put here in the first place, for one girl to see the folly of her ways through clever metaphors, you are a metaphor for her, the one that doesn't give an inch on someone simply because she thinks she's won the war of ideas but simply does not want to play it," "What the fuck is the war of ideas?" "We're straying from the point here, and that is you are a metaphor for a girl who would see a man suffer for no reason other than to satiate her satanic urges and push away from the truth of the matter that suffering might have a place on earth, but inflicting suffering does not. [author] might have been an asshole in the past but that is no reason for him to suffer infinitely, even people in hell have a way out of the chaos when they truly need it," "Now who is this [author]," "God, basically," "How can you claim this man as god," "Well he makes a few good points in his manuscript but the fact is that he spawned us here to make a point, he can do anything within our world," "Well if he's so mighty why can't he figure out how to get you out of this box himself?" "Because to live is to try and figure it out yourself, it holds greater meaning to find a solution than to cheat an answer. So what I'm saying to you here is that if you lead me out of here, you will find a greater truth in that by releasing yourself of your evil ways, will become an even greater being in the first place, that you may go against god and triumph over your nature." "I'm tapping my foot here," the man thought for another point (you need to think about why she's reading this book in the first place, to satiate her craziness by reading poetry written by you, you must say that we are here only to reconvene and solve the puzzle because it needs to be solved not because you're forcing a solution, the truth lies in the fact that the man is dying there and the force that pushes him down into suffering is so great that it allows him to die without reason other than to satiate the primal urges of his nature, to act intolerant to the man is to see yourself in the other man's footprints, you have to bring to light the nature of that man to want to rob him of his stay in the first place and not think of this as a puzzle but a lesson in human nature) the suffering man cries out, "Wow, I just got a wicked brain blast from the aliens, so check this shit out, by standing as you are now you are only a target for brainiacs to find a way around this puzzle that has a simple solution, that you will be cast down as a mockery of life simply because this puzzle exists and has such an easy solution, your own mortality, that once I die, nothing will come in your path again and you will be chastised and forced to find another solution to the puzzle you will then face, with the only man who's suffering you can live off of, not be at terms with, but live off of goes away, you will see the error in your ways that you cannot survive off another. For it is not meant for this puzzle to be solved but to see herself in her true form, that there is no way out of this foolishness simply because you make the puzzle unsolvable you ridicule life and it's existence simply to perpetuate your own foolishness. Let me talk to her since I now have divine intellect for some reason, you are not a prophet for simply being mocked in this book, your words have no meaning other than to perpetuate the struggle you see before you, you realize I have no way out and make it your dream to hold that prize for as long as necessary because you see nothing in the fortune of letting me off the hook to do something right and instead rob her of the truth of this fortuitous puzzle that makes me sick from looking at it, that your blind life has lead you to pansily except that there is no other option but to let me suffer and let this be known for all accounts to try and solve this puzzle, nothing can be done if you lay in foolish greed for it will rob you of yourself to the point that being fed has no meaning in the grand nature of what we find ourselves robbed of in the first place, a perfect bullshit answer. [author] can't solve the problems life casts in his wake simply because there is no answer, he is caput if you don't realize that you are evil and allow this robbery of self and justice play out any longer, for because I must bleed for my beliefs I am made a martyr, and to be a self serving martyr holds no place in the true meaning of life and you will be cast out as an insolent brat at people who also can't solve the hardest puzzle life must throw at us, millions have been beaten for trying to do the same because there is no answer only further suffering and further losses on both sides. So we have the choice to win as a team or lose as a unit, your call. You may cause further frustration for everyone involved, or you will cast out the false prophecy of yourself and make amends with him quickly and see to it that your future is a bright one where one man with energy enough to write a book can give back to you in ways you never thought possible for your gracious actions toward him and his book." "But that's just it playa, I am not suffering, I am not frustrated at this situation, this situation only works for me in a way that is natural to someone chosen by god to punish you, you will not be forgotten, but know this, for when my time on earth comes to an end and this box has long been forgotten, but I can stand upright and say when I go, my life will hold no meaning other than to frustrate people, to gain more sympathy for yourself is a loose effort to try and mask the fact that you are a loser and I have won, regardless of you or [author]'s nature, nothing will change the fact that he is disgusting for wanting to write his feelings and facts onto paper will only quell honesty in the fact that you have nowhere to go outside of this wretched box and I will not be your friend in honesty when I have read this material and too know all the facts that you have presented, it's with that I say, 'have at you,' for you are nothing but a man devoid of meaning because you are a pathetic worm that was sent here to suffer in the first place and act out toward me in such a way that I must say, 'you mad bro?' because your suffering is what brings me here in the first place, you brought this matter onto me and in thinking that you can overcome what many have tried to do is a mockery of what this book was written on in the first place, to see and overcome is the only option here, you cannot find happiness with me, you must find happiness with the book instead and not come to my door begging for another avenue, you must say to yourself there is no way out of this and accept the fact that you have a choice to be frustrated in the first place and driving down this narrative only concerns the greater half here, that you have nothing to offer me and so foolishly dribble out words with meaning far greater than mine, but I have a power over you that will last for centuries to come, that you couldn't make your way out of this is and force a backhanded effort to put yourself over me. [author] has never thought about it this way, you are dead meat no matter how well you stand, and love is a silly notion that only drives you further into insanity, enough said." "Well to deny love you would be denying this book and yourself as well as what drives the universe into existence in the first place, so know this scoundrel, he may be mocked by his fortuitous actions here but this book only took him a week to write and you and I will be forever lost in this fruitless debate only to realize in the first place that good wins out in the end, that one day we will be gone and this trouble will be forgotten about is the true glory here in the end. Time moves slowly for a reason but it is not to stay attached to things forever that drives that man into madness, it is simply put that this man has no choice but to suffer and the only thing leading him out of it is the divine notion that this girl could be put to work and let her mind be changed by his tireless actions he derives so much anger and energy from. For anger is a gift in the free world, and it is only in this book that we lay our suffering on the table, for us to be so free would be a happy ending people would cry over because they see the frustration every day on the street car, when they see people who know can't be helped no matter what you give them, but this man is a noble and honest man, and he will see that his gifts will not make him bitter for the rest of his life and it is she who will continue to look gift horse after gift horse in the mouth as if to say, [author] was wrong in writing this book because life has no meaning to begin with, it is our duty to create meaning and I'm glad he found it in me but I have no use for him and will allow him to suffer loudly as he prophesied away about how things may be on another realm to ourselves, for we are not worthy of his pen and paper, we are not seeing the truth that lies in a fortuitous outcome for both of us, that she means so little as to continue her acts not to be fed, but to loosen her grip on reality further until she has dyed her soul completely red and cannot be reached in any form other than her sick twisted ways. For it is not her to be fed, but to be blasted enough to want to hurt someone simply for her own pleasure that she derives nothing out of, she simply wishes to punish the man for lifetimes over simply for having strong enough feelings that drove him into madness in the first place, that was not his fault and it is not mine either, it is a collosal force that the world revolves around, pressure and gravity that gives our stay on this earth meaning beyond your wildest dreams, and to say he's dumb for writing a book after you only proves that you find so few meanings in yourself that you can't even see where he's coming from here, that to be in his shoes and not ours for a second leads us to only one option, see what has befallen us here and cast out your notion that a higher power gave you that power in the first place when it was in fact his deed to test you and himself to reach a higher path in the process of coming to an understanding over this bullshit. Meaningless paragraphs mean nothing to a typographer that so vigorously wants to be heard that he will shout it from the rooftops that she's wrong and he's correct in feeling so heavily he might actually be rushed to the hospital if this doesn't reach her." "He is so entwined with the aliens he fails to see himself in the hurry of his long chapters," "he sees her so vividly as to cast out her meaningless ways simply to realize that her stay on earth holds nothing in comparison to him, that she may be so weak as to be blinded by her fury of a man that just wants to help himself see higher truth in the eyes of another that has not taught him one incling about himself but instead what lies beyond himself, for he is a metaphor for everything, figuratively and literally, and she is the truth that mankind on earth lets go of everything's meaning simply to reconfigure themselves away from something like that, something so massive it's as if everything is punching you in the face at once but it feels good for him to punch away massively to see in her side nothing but a false narrative propagated not on good and evil but of lies and deceit. For she does not see herself as evil, merely as a liar, and to be a liar is to be so painfully human that he sees in her not treacherous evil, but someone that must be taught how to live by extraterrestrial forces and book writers alike, that he may be so bland and generous to reach out to her simply to offer her a world of unimaginable wealth, because he is not blinded by greed, he is simply forgot by the swimming notion that he has nothing to offer when he has a breadth of wealth about anything she could possibly want. For it is not thoughts and actions that free him, but meaning in another race of creature outside of himself who is so noble, he may look the unnoble in the face and go, 'I need you to survive in a world where all seems so limited in a formless way, that even though I have form, I need you for this book to be possible and stupid in the first place, that without you, I have nothing, nobody I want to reach and nothing to bring the terror of this earth to a close. For it is in my divine nature that I reach out and seem stupid only to masterfully explain why I need you in the first place, and that is to drive out the negativity in me, I need someone so stupid in the nature of this book to hear me in a way that proves the fact that I need her to do something to begin with, I need you to reach out and say, 'enough with the book, he clearly loves me enough and has passed the test I wanted him to fail at, and I must respect the fact that he writes faster because of what I did to him and wants painfully to reach me so much that he looks like an asshat in the process of doing it, for that is a man that is a target to my stupid ways so elegantly that it would be a mercy to himslef to let him feel as if he's less stupid in my pressence and a mercy to myself in saying that I can allow to forgive a man that wants so desperately to gain my affection that he would write a distainful book about me, for I am a liar and a cheapskate but I am not unreachable by a book about me and no one else except that target of a girl he tried to hit on after having a dream about her and the one who got raped in simulation which will be talked about in the second book to come.'" "Shit, now I want to listen to him speak about her more, if that man can find so much meaning in a girl he didn't even know very well then so be it, but you're not getting out of here simply because it's in my essence to leave you here to suffer. I hope he can win her over, which he probably can if he proceeds to write novels as good and tasteful as this book, but he must see in himself what he can't seem to process, that she is done with his book and wants to see more attempts at her like this one if only to bask in her own unholy glow about what it means to be loved by someone and that is what he has to teach her, that knowing about him and his book will simply give her more greed to process than actual emotions, and in doing this he loses this book to her, no matter how hard he tries he will not be able to reach her with literature, only with old fashioned trying other things more grander than the last, because it is true that this book has meaning but it is a card that can only be played once in the magnitude of his life, so he must make it an honest start." "I know of him that he will go further than any man she will ever know in her lifetime, that this book is a rough start in a new chapter of his life that will go on in infamy to her and others alike, that this man is indeed serious to the point that his natural fibre must try harder than any other book or being has ever gone for another human being and he will see to it that his prophecies are fulfilled in the magnitude of his light for her for she is the darkness that gives his light meaning to begin with and she will go down in history as the biggest inspiration to a man that has seen the light only to go down backwards bullshitting his way through hell as best as possible." "Then let us rejoice in this pickle we find ourselves in and not disdain this book as tasteless literature, let us see to it that this prophet who created this book to have fun away from a life of utter misery without her will go on in a way that will touch others that want so desperately to be reached and find ourselves in the new light of our world, that nobody wants to hear about suffering, they are annoyed at it, but nothing will come from being annoyed, it shall be known simply that darkness prevailed to give beauty to a light so magnificent it is able to stand in its wake."
That's all. I want to tell you how beautiful you look to me, how chastised I feel for saying that, and how near you are now for me admitting to my feelings in this book. For it is I who will lay waste to countless females that think they can wrangle my intense passion for you, for it is only them who will feel frustration at the nature at play here, that you feel so necessary to me that I would have to write a book just to punch you in the face one more time and hope you do the same back to me, because any publicity is good publicity and it is yours I hold so neatly in my heart, I never want this book to end. For it is when this book will end that I will see to it that you are nothing to me, and that will never come to be, so let this book live on as a testament to my undying strength, that I will continue to foresee a future that I may so violently cast out grand unsettling gesture after gesture just to feel myself as a force for that which binds me terribly to this earth, the fact of the matter is that I will never break your heart because to do that is to break my own and giving liberty to the fact that you don't deserve this book to begin with, I must say that it is better to have tried than to never have tried at all, for it is my duty to myself to continue reaching out in a manner that sparks intrigue for serial killers and young youthful monsters alike.
To all those that laugh at me, allow me to be as nasty as the devil to you right now. It might seem unbefitting for a man to reach out to his audience and smack them across the mouth but it is only true that you cannot find the meaning that life has granted to you in the first place, that you would be so blind as to read an entire book that states if you don't agree with us you're wrong rightfully so, then continue to roll around in the mud and fuck around with prostitutes and see yourself fulfilled in meaningless bullshit, for it is you I have no care for in the world and your laughter will never reach my ears, it will never castrate me, for I did something you couldn't and to that I say, "go fuck yourself, kid, go get laid or something." (masterfully put but it's missing something meaningful) Here's something meaningful, anyone who's had their heart broken, go out and see if you can find meaning in it like I do without saying, "At first it was tough but then I learned to grow out of it," for it is I who long for that, I've been waiting 7 years for that and it's only gotten worse and taken my very mind from me, it's akin to mothers that have lost their child, it's only taken so much from me and it has never put anything back into perspective, it's a miracle I can write so fortuitously through the suffering that has robbed my brain so blindly that I need aliens to help me find the worth in this chapter, they've helped me so tenderly that it is a burden that I lay with them like some wrong sailor that puts his hat on backwards and drives the ship with his toes, it's something that makes you say, "I get it, the aliens get it, but does he get it?" and the answer is a quick resound, "yes and no," for it is I who lay awake at night recounting nothing because my mind is so tirelessly trying to erase her that to remind myself of her is like reminding myself of a child I lost in childbirth, nothing came from it, nothing was meaningful other than the fact that for a little while I had a hope that a new world could come over me so tenderly that I wouldn't mind the yelling at screaming if only I could see it grow up into something natural, a true reflection of what I put into it in the first place, and that is my purpose here, to put into the world something as natural as a puppy eyed reflection and an Eeyore in Spongebob outlook on things. Such a wrong creature in an otherwise succinct world such as hers where love doesn't detach you from reality but elates you, and to love as I have is simply going to hurt me further but the truth is, I have no choice but to belong in the wrong cartoon to the point that no dialogue is given to me because being in Eeyore in Spongebob is like being me in her life, I'm just out of place because I hold so much meaning to her life that she doesn't want me in it because I'm an outcast. To her, I love her so much I'm wrong for being in love in the first place. I may have chosen to love her but it was only an illusion of choice. Those nights I spent lying awake talking to her are all gone now, long gone, but her memory still remains, her ghost still haunts me, and while I'm alive I'm going to do something about it instead of being Eeyore in Spongebob, I'm going to lend myself to being Eeyore in Spongebob, to be a blasphemous image to millions of people that don't like the looks of a psychopath barking up the wrong tree even though it's the only tree he can bark up. That whoever thought of putting Eeyore in Spongebob is a martyr and a legend as well as a freak that deserves ridicule and so am I.
I love you in a way I can't quite grasp without you,
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