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So, explain, how do you act so random?

greetings, and many thanks for the "ask" as I believe you call it in this day and age.

and, now, I shall attempt to answer your question.

a lack of randomness is often caused by a desire to be accepted into normal human society

normality is a coping mechanism for a severely chaotic state of reality, therefore the only way to be completely random, is to give in to your chaotic thoughts and feelings, and simply become you.

nothing more, nothing less, you simply exist, not to please another, not to fit an expectation

thus, reality crashes in on itself, destroying all souls in its wake, and leaving a tide of sheer existence behind.

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very... menacing?

or possibly it could be seen as simply offering me a sword, I suppose.

take the poll, humans, mortal souls, angels, demons, and otherwise confused entities.

greetings dear humans, mortals, unnatural and unnamed creatures, and entities from other realities,

it's good to be back,

today, at 34:00am, the last jellyfish in a disguise left the atmosphere, be warned and be aware, they will return with a vengeance one day, seeking justice for their crimes, which consist of.. attempt to open a portal to the mirror reality, murder of green pepper, and tax fraud. they have my eternal admiration, which is rare and will be gone by tomorrow.

read more soon

this is just in!

the mushrooms are officially planning something, what are they planning I hear you ask?

that is confidential, go away, I'm not telling.

but, back to the subject- 5 milliminutes ago, in the eternal reality of number 74379832, the mushroom queen ordered her soldiers to abandon boat, so be warned, they are coming.

greetings, it's good to be here again today.

I have just received information that the mushrooms made a mistake while planning their course to this reality and have ended up in the 8653th reality, which just so happens to be the reality of forever locked doors, and it seems they are now trapped.

the mushroom queen is seeking this realities help to escape, and in return she promises to leave this reality alone for the next hundred years.

whether the hidden rulers of this reality will accept her deal remains to be seen.

greetings unknown readers, entities, and others with distinctly murderous intents.

at 1:98pm last morning, the mushrooms and mortals organised a truce, this reality is safe once more,

actually, it was never unsafe, the mushrooms are mere fools after all, and no one was remotely in danger from their fungal wrath.

however, the discombobulated skeleton, œïæwo, has returned to this realm after a 13 year period of peace, and may have plans to attempt chaos once more.

more updates soon.

We thank you for the latest news updates!

its always nice to reveal what they try to hide.

this is why I'm the top news entity in all of the infinite realities.

greetings once again, vaguely humanoid creatures, androids, and ai created entities.

the discombobulated skeleton œïæwo has entered this reality and is officially on the move towards the planet earth/dirt. it seems that over the years he was gone, he has gained great power over all of time and matter, and now has the ability to put whole realities in a time loop for eternity. it is currently unknown if he plans to use this power.

either way, it pays to be careful at dawn these days. you never know what might be nearby, there has been reports that the mushroom souls are on the move...

not that that's a problem, some of our dearest friends are.. mushrooms.

the wayfarer whispers, stories of ancient bones, lost beneath rising skyscrapers and crumbling flats.

the watcher wandered, but now they're gone, lost to the breeze, and the people who came before.

the screen glitches, showing what is yet to come, as it swallows the soul of the viewer,

and the speaker listens, hearing things long since forgotten, and losing their mind as they watch,

the mindset shifts, the deal is done, and they don't come out here anymore.

for while you wait, the television stands up and walks away, for the news shall not continue to play.

greetings mortals, immortals and those who are unaware...

this is just in!

the discombobulated skeleton œïæwo does not plan to make a move yet, however they are currently investigating the humans defenses. they are disguised as a canadian goose. if you see a canadian goose, do not look it in the eye, in case it is œïæwo in disguise.

see below for a picture of what the discombobulated skeleton œïæwo currently looks like.

So, I was thinking about this earlier, how there's those people on Tumblr who say those cool things like "Behold the barren field where I grow my fucks." and, I was thinking, I'm not one of those people. I'm just a bad gardener.

I'm incredibly cold, it's my fault because I left the door open, but I don't want to close it... So here's poetry instead.

the chill grows stronger as flesh it devours, limbs grow blue and grey under those ice cold eyes,

as the cold encases it's own body, warmer does it's soul grow, he feels alive when the cold days come,

wrapped in fur, and longing for warmth,he feels his fingers start to ice over, like long abandoned ice creams in a freezer,

they whisper into a pot of tea, their feet growing solid with the cold,

til all grows quiet, and nothing moves... that's when their disguise starts to dance,

she takes off her coat, sandals flapping on her feet, bare arms, and pyjama trousers,

and she dances, twists and bends, graceful with no grace there, she yells silently,

punches the air, twists beyond the limits that her mind uses to stop her,

as she stands on the edge of a cliff, waiting for her true occupant to take control.

he stands on the edge, looking down, not up, taking in the beauty of the forbidden,

the dangerous and the dead, fish swim long laps inside his head, but they'll stop soon,

if he doesn't leave, the cold waters of his being will freeze, the spoken word ends,

the memories fade, and all he will be is an empty fishpond, the same as so many already lost.

then they come, back from the realities he forgot existed.. just for a moment.

and he hides, the girl takes control, careful words, and gentle eyes, best not to reveal the monsters inside.

No one listens, but he speaks anyway, trailing off into well concealed despair when he feels the pressure to be silent,

They won't listen to the near silent whispers of his voice when he longs to scream, to be loud, to be heard and to refuse to silence himself for them,

There are those people who walk behind the group, no.. there are those people who wish they had a group to walk behind,

People there to forget about them, someone to hate them, and people to argue with, for when everything seems disassociated from their thoughts,

What they need is not a friend, but an enemy. Although a friend would be nice.

@the-gimmick-authority.

You are banned from existence now.

Because I said so.

Sleep, you wicked entity of untold boredom, let your eternal necessity begone.

You know you're tired when you nearly type begonia instead of begone.

Realising reality reacts randomly rather reimagines revenants rights.

Wanting to write something original is like trying to find a lime tree in the abyss.

There's nowhere for it to appear no matter how hard you look, because it needs somewhere to grow from.