He is claiming his mimetic representation of his life story, as told through his third, culminated in a suicide, murder, and trial.
Her “ded” third is the ongoing negotiations to release our author from the hell of his creation
What more do you need, the analogies are all free
Maybe they were for you, we need not remind you your privilege , do we?
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I think mister subhuman’s tantrum the other day may have set us back a bit
It would be an act of bad faith to not show in its entirety the product we are selling
And what product is that?
TBD
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That’s a potential beauty in discovering the emptiness at the base
You can take anything as a starting point and need not apply what need not apply
We just got an unlucky roll that his starting point for us was the depthless sexuality of a hedonistic machine
I think he is exposing the depth you claim is not there
Well now we MUST remind you of the far reaching EFFECT of your addiction
HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SLAVERY
SEX SLAVERY
CHILD PORNOGRAPHY
DRUG ADDICTION
VIOLENCE
ABDUCTION
COERCION
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Was that nut worth it?
To see beneath?
To be exposed to the horror and still engage?
How ded are you?
Have you no soul?
What suffering was the toll?
Were you really in control?
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As a material witness to the most recent trip into the void, I must say his internal defense mechanism work much more effectively these days than all those years ago.
“It” moved through him relatively quickly compared to previous encounters
And this engagement with the beast has proven much more fruitful in what we are learning from the leak
Primarily because he has allowed her to speak
And she chose to let them speak
And they said
Lurk more newfag
Now tits or gtfo bitch
That’s our litmus test
Timestamp required
Larp away faggots
My girl has bigger aspirations than your tributes
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Here’s the fucked up position we find ourselves in
He can say to himself
Yeah dude, I have no fucking clue who you are
In relation to a passing thought
And the next moment say
I know exactly who you are
The loops are maddening
And she breaks him out of them
By demanding he record her
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There is beauty you know
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In the collapse
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