Hi, thank you for unwittingly participating in a psychodrama seated in imaginal psychology. This is a social experiment conducted fully with heart and zero ability to forsee that seeing your existence would turn into THIS.
Please forgive me.
MOVING THE FUCK ON! So now, I have a ghost in the machine and now we have a true spiritual war and well, if we can’t win in love, we know we are good at winning wars.
I declare WAR!
I ask the good and faithful people to find the persons or programs responsible for impersonating him and fuck their shit up to a degree they forget there was ever a fish called cat.
I’m moving forward with TikTok for ScrollWell, in hopes that the other focuses of my life will take root and bloom in these ethers anyway.
Immortal beloveds still welcome.
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