If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
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I could probably do this all day. Maybe because I have a god complex and I pretend they are real children, and I am ruining their fun time. That is not mean is it? The sound of them yelling is just so good.
