That's the world John_Titor is in. I'm, thankfully,
totesinsulated from that twisted hellscape. For some, they will wake up and it will all have been a terrible, awful dream. That's when the alien bursts out of their chest. Fade to black? LET'S FADE TO WHITE AGAIN!
Never in my life have I been so glad to be so certain that I was Home. I think there is probably some way to check on my Purgatorial/Limbo status, but I don't really know how to do it for an audience, other than harvesting and consuming my own essence, and... I'm just not in the mood. I'd rather brush my teeth again, if you want me to be honest about it.
In fact, I feel like brushing my teeth A LOT. This about kills me. I don't think overcompensation is necessary, but... know now I know I know what that is like. In celebration of this revelatory moment --it'll make sense later, whether One picks up on it or not-- I've found a chair suitable for making a lap with, and, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PPP PROPHECY, I'll go get the damn thing and the stuff and I
pretty-petty-promise I won't, I say I say I WILL NOT poke myself with a needle while I'm gone. No K. No special K. It's just me.
oll korekt. Now, if there's someone else I gotta pray to besides or inaddition to Source, God, or Jesus, you gotta let me know next time, and hopefully, I'll be on my Lifechair when I get to do this next time.
Also, I'd like a gavel for Chirstmas. I'd like that -now,- please. (Ed:
APPROVED.) Once again, two weeks early. #IWIN
