yeah, we're mad.
we're multiple people. we all need to talk or type in our certain ways or we get physically uncomfortable. we told our friend about our life in ponyville a day ago. we talked about our status as a ghost in distressed poetics today. we thought about how we're a god who abandoned earth on the plane ride here. we're a single father. we're a child with grown up thoughts. we took over earth once. we doomed the word twice.
we don't care. you either take us as we are or leave