Well, kiddies, ladies, gentlemen, vampires, serpents, insects, arachnids, marsupials, creatures, and the makers of those funny cups of pleasing noodles...
I am leaving this earth!
That's right!
Kill myself, you say?
Hah! I'd do no such thing!
Too many will know, and too many will benefit.
As such, I will not merely commit suicide to be a consistently well-loved and hated non-existent member of a functioning non-economically viable pre-war idiosyncratic synthesized society of post-mortem depression caused by love of no real significance in this world run by corrupt "officials" with fat heads up their fat asses that screech unimportant triumph in the faces of innocently minded slack-jawed civilians who don't know what the difference is while looking at two parties that both lie, cheat, steal and destroy the country that was never officially real until announced by similar members of the aforementioned groups in a manner that laughs back at the aforementioned board of moronically drug-induced faggots!
Get the point?
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Subject Name: Karn Evil 9 /Code #: 655321/Cell #: 25/ Yog-Sothoth Prison Dossier
This journal tells the bizarre account of Alexander R. Hoffman, a prisoner of his own twisted state-of-mind. He doesn't live, nor is he dead. He simply exists. He exists in every emotion. In every atom. He exists. He is you.
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"...I was cured all right..."
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