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I post therefore I am

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Red Whacker is hot!!
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.
 
Kant is a cunt.
 
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.

Row, row, row your boat...
 
How much is that doggie in the window?
 
I feel like O2C is less invested in posting at TK since he hasn't bothered to do the fading-in-and-out thing with his signature here, too.
 
That makes no sense to me.
 
You're not in the secret club, newbie.
 
Is there a handshake you guys have to learn?
 
No, but there's be some mild hazing involving your mouth and Storm Rucker's winkle.
 
I feel like O2C is less invested in posting at TK since he hasn't bothered to do the fading-in-and-out thing with his signature here, too.
The roughly 12k post difference between WF and here didn't clue you in?
 
I'd like to buy a vowel.
 
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.

Take the nearest sharp implement and stab it several inches into your thigh. Reality will appear quite clearly in front you and introduce himself with a grin and a firm handshake.
 
He'll be shortly followed by severe arterial bleeding if we're lucky.
 
Some people suffering from this disease do take to cutting themselves. I however, prefer to drink until I can watch Marry Poppins and enjoy it. The bench mark by which I think we all should judge when you've had enough, but no too much. Flavor Flav, or Benny Hill works in a pinch, too.
 
The thing is, you are quite correct in that you do not exist. You were a fleeting thought in my imagination one day when I sat down to write about a new character in one of my short stories for a writing practice exercise. However, you proved to be an uninteresting character not worthy of development. You escaped deletion, briefly. That is being rectified. Your nanobyte has now been reallocated.
 
Was that the Family Guy/Harry Potter cross over with all the Snape/Brian slash?
 
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.

An equally good argument can be you suck, therefore, you are.
 
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