The next part of the story is in neurotic language which is indeed also a riddle:
I like to keep bees, maybe in a future place. But they do sting so that they be frightening.
The next part of the story is in mania thoughts which is also a riddle:
Red hot sky, how darest thou deny. Heaven abovee, Hell below, just f'ing make it snow.
The next part of the story is written in depressive thinking and is also a riddle:
I hate my guts, I'm a huge fatso no matter what I try. I have terrible hair ad uglyclothing selection. I am a gnome.
I am a virgin because I am now reclaiming my virginity because it was raped away from me so the next time will be the first untraumatised time so I'm going tto make it special and concensual to a high degree.
The thing about fate and destiny is that it's often a bad idea done well. What this could mean is anything whatsoever, eve to a ghost. Lollipops tasste fantastic, it's a dreamof myown.
Anything whatsoever, is just a drream. I'm really on my own.
Another version of my life story is havingg hero moments where I go unaware and shout out a words machine that spreads around the planet to defeat a wrong way going anything whatsoever. Words are mightier than the sword. I injected, secretly, utopia rhetoric into language usage from time to time as well as other ideas indeed.
I step through energy barries and doing energy manipulation as a Reiki practitioner and I can do a thought hack by starting a worlwide rumour. That's my super seccret super power. Sso actually, if you think that God lives in the sky and that Heaven is in the upwards direction,, I started that rumour, by mistake. God is actually omnipresent and resides in Heaven universe whicch is simply beyond our spacetime continum.
I am a space woman called from a distant planet here to sort out all the brainwash mind control and I am 1 million years of age. That is actually a joke but sometimes how I feel.
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