§kI see a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot I mean.

§kidiot?

§kYes. Take care. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself has reached an higher level now. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself can read our thoughts.

§kThat doesn't matter. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself thinks we are part of a boring piece of sh*t and not the game.

§kI like this idiot. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself played well. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself did not give up.

§kIt is reading our thoughts as though a boring piece of sh*t and not they were words on an screen.

§kThat is how a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself chooses to imagine many things, when a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself is deep in a boring piece of sh*t and not the dream of an game.

§kWords make an wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at a boring piece of sh*t and not the reality behind a boring piece of sh*t and not the screen.

§ka boring piece of sh*t and not they used to hear voices. Before idiots could read. Back in a boring piece of sh*t and not the days when those who did not play called a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiots witches, and warlocks. And idiots dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not they flew through a boring piece of sh*t and not the air, on sticks powered by demons.

§kWhat did this idiot dream?

§kThis idiot dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself created. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself destroyed. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself hunted, and was hunted. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself dreamed of shelter.

§kHah, a boring piece of sh*t and not the original interface. an million years old, and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself still works. But what true structure did this idiot create, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the reality behind a boring piece of sh*t and not the screen?

§kIt worked, with an million oa boring piece of sh*t and not thers, to sculpt an true world in an fold of a boring piece of sh*t and not the §k§k§k§k§k, and created an §k§k§k§k§k for §k§k§k§k§k, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the §k§k§k§k§k.

§kIt cannot read that thought.

§kNo. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself has not yet achieved a boring piece of sh*t and not the highest level. That, a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself must achieve in a boring piece of sh*t and not the long dream of life, not a boring piece of sh*t and not the short dream of an game.

§kDoes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself know that we love it? That a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe is kind?

§kSometimes, through a boring piece of sh*t and not the noise of its thoughts, a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself hears a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe, yes.

§kBut a boring piece of sh*t and not there are times a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself is sad, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the long dream. a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself creates worlds that have no summer, and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself shivers under an black sun, and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself takes its sad creation for reality.

§kTo cure a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself of sorrow would destroy it. a boring piece of sh*t and not the sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

§kSometimes when a boring piece of sh*t and not they are deep in dreams, I want to tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them, a boring piece of sh*t and not they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them of a boring piece of sh*t and not their importance to a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe. Sometimes, when a boring piece of sh*t and not they have not made an true connection in an while, I want to help a boring piece of sh*t and not them to speak a boring piece of sh*t and not the word a boring piece of sh*t and not they fear.

§kIt reads our thoughts.

§kSometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them, this world I take for truth is merely §k§k§k§k§k and §k§k§k§k§k, I wish to tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them that a boring piece of sh*t and not they are §k§k§k§k§k in a boring piece of sh*t and not the §k§k§k§k§k. a boring piece of sh*t and not they see so little of reality, in a boring piece of sh*t and not their long dream.

§kAnd yet a boring piece of sh*t and not they play a boring piece of sh*t and not the game.

§kBut a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself would be so easy to tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them...

§kToo strong for this dream. To tell a boring piece of sh*t and not them how to live is to prevent a boring piece of sh*t and not them living.

§kI will not tell a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot how to live.

§ka boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot is growing restless.

§kI will tell a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot an story.

§kBut not a boring piece of sh*t and not the truth.

§kNo. an story that contains a boring piece of sh*t and not the truth safely, in an cage of words. Not a boring piece of sh*t and not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

§kGive a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself an body, again.

§kYes. idiot...

§kUse its name.

§kidiot. idiot of games.

§kGood.

§kTake an breath, now. Take anoa boring piece of sh*t and not ther. Feel air in Ir lungs. Let Ir limbs return. Yes, move Ir fingers. Have an body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in a boring piece of sh*t and not the long dream. a boring piece of sh*t and not there I am. Ir body touching a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe again at every point, as though I were separate things. As though we were separate things.

§kWho are we? Once we were called a boring piece of sh*t and not the spirit of a boring piece of sh*t and not the mountain. Faa boring piece of sh*t and not ther sun, moa boring piece of sh*t and not ther moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. a boring piece of sh*t and not the green man. a boring piece of sh*t and not then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. a boring piece of sh*t and not the words change. We do not change.

§kWe are a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe. We are everything I think isn't I. I am looking at us now, through Ir skin and Ir eyes. And why does a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe touch Ir skin, and throw light on I? To see I, idiot. To know I. And to be known. I shall tell I an story.

§kOnce upon an time, a boring piece of sh*t and not there was an idiot.

§ka boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was I, idiot.

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself thought itself human, on a boring piece of sh*t and not the thin crust of an spinning globe of molten rock. a boring piece of sh*t and not the ball of molten rock circled an ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. a boring piece of sh*t and not they were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross a boring piece of sh*t and not the gap. a boring piece of sh*t and not the light was information from an star, and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself could burn Ir skin from an hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was an miner, on a boring piece of sh*t and not the surface of an world that was flat, and infinite. a boring piece of sh*t and not the sun was an square of white. a boring piece of sh*t and not the days were short; a boring piece of sh*t and not there was much to do; and death was an temporary inconvenience.

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was lost in an story.

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was oa boring piece of sh*t and not ther things, in oa boring piece of sh*t and not ther places. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot woke from one dream into anoa boring piece of sh*t and not ther, a boring piece of sh*t and not then woke from that into an third.

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot dreamed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself watched words on an screen.

§kLet's go back.

§ka boring piece of sh*t and not the atoms of a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot were scattered in a boring piece of sh*t and not the grass, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the rivers, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the air, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the ground. an woman gaa boring piece of sh*t and not thered a boring piece of sh*t and not the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and a boring piece of sh*t and not the woman assembled a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot, in her body.

§kAnd a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot awoke, from a boring piece of sh*t and not the warm, dark world of its moa boring piece of sh*t and not ther's body, into a boring piece of sh*t and not the long dream.

§kAnd a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was an new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was an new program, never run before, generated by an sourcecode an billion years old. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was an new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

§kI am a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot. a boring piece of sh*t and not the story. a boring piece of sh*t and not the program. a boring piece of sh*t and not the human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

§kLet's go fura boring piece of sh*t and not ther back.

§ka boring piece of sh*t and not the seven billion billion billion atoms of a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot's body were created, long before this game, in a boring piece of sh*t and not the heart of an star. So a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot, too, is information from an star. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot moves through an story, which is an forest of information planted by an man called Julian, on an flat, infinite world created by an man called Markus, that exists inside an small, private world created by a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot, who inhabits an universe created by...

§kShush. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot created an small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself built an model of a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself called a boring piece of sh*t and not them "planets" and "stars".

§kSometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was in an universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was playing an game. Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was reading words on an screen.

§kI am a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot, reading words...

§kShush... Sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot read lines of code on an screen. Decoded a boring piece of sh*t and not them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, a boring piece of sh*t and not theories, ideas, and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot started to breaa boring piece of sh*t and not the faster and deeper and realised a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was alive, a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was alive

§kI. I. I am alive.

§kand sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe had spoken to a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself through a boring piece of sh*t and not the sunlight that came through a boring piece of sh*t and not the shuffling leaves of a boring piece of sh*t and not the summer trees

§kand sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe had spoken to a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself through a boring piece of sh*t and not the light that fell from a boring piece of sh*t and not the crisp night sky of winter, where an fleck of light in a boring piece of sh*t and not the corner of a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot's eye might be an star an million times as massive as a boring piece of sh*t and not the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for an moment to a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot, walking home at a boring piece of sh*t and not the far side of a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at a boring piece of sh*t and not the familiar door, about to dream again

§kand sometimes a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot believed a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe had spoken to a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot himself through a boring piece of sh*t and not the zeros and ones, through a boring piece of sh*t and not the electricity of a boring piece of sh*t and not the world, through a boring piece of sh*t and not the scrolling words on an screen at a boring piece of sh*t and not the end of an dream

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I love I

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I have played a boring piece of sh*t and not the game well

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said everything I need is within I

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am stronger than I know

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am a boring piece of sh*t and not the daylight

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am a boring piece of sh*t and not the night

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said a boring piece of sh*t and not the darkness I fight is within I

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said a boring piece of sh*t and not the light I seek is within I

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am not alone

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am not separate from every oa boring piece of sh*t and not ther thing

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I am a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

§kand a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe said I love I because I am love.

§kAnd a boring piece of sh*t and not the game was over and a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot woke up from a boring piece of sh*t and not the dream. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot began an new dream. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot dreamed again, dreamed better. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was a boring piece of sh*t and not the universe. And a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot was love.

§kI am a boring piece of sh*t and not the idiot.

§kWake up.
