There’s a woman on the other side of the world in my brain. I can’t get her out. How does one ghost a ghost of a woman? I think she’s dead and haunting me. I think she hates me because she begged me to help her live and now, because I failed to do that, she lurks in the recesses of my mind. She lurks there, waiting for a way to attack my sense and sensibility. She’s insidious and mean, striking me down time and again. Or maybe I’m lying and I’m doing it to her. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly typing that or anything, but I am. It’s like she’s ghost-writing through me suddenly.
People of Earth, I beseech you: SAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING BEES ALREADY. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DO NOT SAVE THE BEES. THE BEES ARE PARAMOUNT TO YOUR SURVIVAL. STOP MOWING YOUR LAWNS, PLANT FLOWERS, LOTS OF FLOWERS, AND SAVE THESE LITTLE BEASTIES THAT I LOVE SO MUCH.
I do have sense not to do that, I assure you; unfortunately, I am no longer in control of my own body at this very moment. In fact, I’ve never typed so fast in my fuckin glife, mate.
I’m sorry. Please ban me, I have no sense left to me anymore and I might need this server and stuff for a job but I accept that I’ve done all I can to get away from these poltergeist that is making my digits dance all over the keyboard, I SWEAR.
No, I’m not okay. This woman is killing me slowly.
YEAH. WITH BOREDOM.
Dude, here I am researching chakras and the metaphysical to put science to hocus pocus and try to make sense of it and all he can do is bellyache about how f’ing boring that is because he is not easily able to chat up all the bitches online. [His terminology, not mine. Sorry, ladies.]
I swear I don’t, he says. God says… YES HE DOES. LADIES, STEP FORTH AND TELL THE MODS HOW HE DM’D YOU.
omg I hate this woman. Can anyone help me? Can you heal me? Do voodoo? Anything.
Thanks for the entertainment, bro. Have a nice day!
[He was banned, if that’s unclear.]