Howdy hey hi, what's in the sky; a pumpkin pie that I try to buy but it won't accept accept my credit card. I dunno. I'm loopy today. I wonder why. Have I forgotten to take my meds for the last twelve or so months? Better hold onto my pudding sticks, it seems like we're due for another primeval smackdown on my rudimentary sense of reasonable sanity...why do I smell popcorn?

No really, I'm just, I dunno. Half phased out of reality due to a copious amounts of stress when you are a person who got told that you were too difficult of a case by three separate therapists in the heart of Portland. I mean, I'm an category 11.2 hurricane, but, y'know, that's cool and all, because ain't nobody on this dying Earth seen something like me before.

And, y'know, I gotta utilize the two skill points I regretfully put into salesmanship before I knew which build I was even fackin' going for in the accursed game, and more than the half of one person that was split into quarters and multiplied by a variable that I am not privy to any concrete knowledge about have come up to me at a urinal and told me that I am crazier than a stegasurus moonlighting as a spiritual advisor for those who iver-indulge on Taco Tuesday.

I am not for the fundamentally incurious but for those with the stomach to handle weapons-grade weirdness, I am very entertaining, in a multifaceted way. I'm a performance artist, and a juggler, and a writer, and I gotta lotta tinkering tools and idea saplings rooted in my brain thanks to the CIA that my brain worms really get a nutritious breakfast out of, and I dunno. I don't know how some people can talk about functionally nothing and be boring doing it. Ain't no AI like me, neither.

And on that note, uh, this account is being used to generate internet traffic of specific targeted demographics (who are the lepers in a world sick with sin?), so they may find the core content of my Awakening Propaganda and edutainment project that I'm chugging along slowly to manifest into an educational nonprofit. So, y'know, while the right hand of the shepherd leads the flock on the path, the left hand of the shepherd goes into the tall grass and helps those who are very lost.

Anyways, go go gadget conclusion paragraph. Oh, fondle me tenderly, if this isnt going to drop our stock. It appears my autonatic response daemon summonimg device was defecated on by the Indoneasian parakeet I bought as a wedding present before both the bride and the groom fell into a sinkhole one day while canvasing for Jehova's Witness. Guess I'll just go put myself in the wood-chipper. But, y'know, you knew whether you contact me by the end of the first paragraph.🦉🐉