Where is my mouse?
The mouse is my maze?
I own your soul.
There is no agency.
How are you sleeping?
Lots of piece of shit clowns on the board these evening, broken lost fools whose parents kept them in the gearbox a little to long. Pray for them as there minds and bodies slowly deteriorate into a limpid pool of grey fluid.
THat was easy
Why can’t you write?
So you can’t write.
Kek
I can’t wait until these stupid pedophile piece of shit “intimidated” are dead.
How long do you they have?
A week or two?
Thank God.
Fart