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Hello, I have a short disclaimer before I don't begin.
I am not real. I don't exist and you should not believe a word I say, nor should you base any of your philosophies on these words which you aren't really hearing.
I am a figment of the imagination of a man who is not really here. The noise you are not hearing is emanating from the borrowed lungs of this man, because all he really considers himself good for is talking. Since none of this is actually being said, it is not a criminal waste of his time or yours, since anything that he might be about to say if he was here would be
Current Residence: Underground in some dungeon under an insane asylum Shell of choice: conch Wallpaper of choice: haven't got wallpaper, only moss covered stones Skin of choice: this creamy peach color