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she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego
My family went to hell and all I got was this lousy chat room membership.

I always assumed I was an angel, but maybe I'm just some crazy lady who has wandered off the street and into this chat room and started explaining the mysteries of myself to all these other chat room people. Funny thing is, they believe me, although I am utterly mistaken about simply everything. Anyhow, I somersaulted lazily and pleasantly through the void. Thankfully, I can have oodles of charm when I want to. And I do..

I'm a spoiled child, begging for a frightening but just Daddy to tell me exactly what to do. People call me an exhibitionist. How do I know I am one? The next morning people say to me, "Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!" So I respond, "where have you been all your life?"

Like so many Americans, I am trying to construct a life that makes sense from things I find in gift shops. Otherwise, I am a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Problem is, fucking is how babies are made, and I am a defective child-bearing machine. I destroyed myself automatically while giving birth to absolutely nothing.

Speaking of nothing... nothing happens. Nothing will happen. Existence is nothing but an illusion. We're all the bloody same underneath. It's not the substance that distinguishes us. It's the surface. I'm sure of that.

The only other thing I'm sure of is that I'm experiencing life from birth to death with no stops on the way. Life by definition is never still. I won’t know myself until I find out whether life is serious or not. It’s dangerous, I know, and it can hurt a lot. That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s serious, too.

I can't help wondering if that is what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a woman can take without breaking. When I get depressed, I take a little pill, and I cheer up again. And so on. Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.” Pay no attention to me. I don't have the slightest idea what's really going on. However, I pity you. You've crawled up your own asshole and died. Don't take offense to that. You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Anyhow, I can't stand primitive people. They're so stupid! Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people and only stupid people are breeding. Stupidity should be painful. I'm not like them but I can pretend.

My god. Who are these people and what am I doing here? So be it! So be it! Who gives a damn!? If anybody has figured out what life is all about, it is too late. I'm no longer interested. Get me off this hellish time machine.

Excuse this outburst; but you know, what's the point of existing if you aren't going to communicate?