The robot knows best.

I had ideas,
But they were pretentious.
I had thoughts,
But clearly they were wrong.
I know nothing,
And every one of my plans is bullshit.

I had needs,
Atleast I think so.
I had requirements
That seemed to matter.
I want of nothing,
Though I could use more bullshit.

I have notions,
I’d like to maintain.
I have pleasures,
That make my day.
I want of most things,
But I could do without the bullshit.

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About dialectetus

You can't look twice at the same profile... eh it works for streams. Do the same electrons remain trapped in the same place in the same server until I change this profile? I would think not, but I'm no physicist. If so, I feel bad for those little particle men. Words are spells. One spells words. At least, that's what they tell me...
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