you're all sadly fucking misteaken anyway, myself included. bipedal flesh-frames, trying to make sense of a universe that dictates they're entirely composed of meat. when we're all dead and gone from this grubby physical plain of existence and transcend/revert into a metaphysical realm that becomes all the more terrifying the longer we realize we understand nothing about it, we will then begin to learn the true nature and point to our existence. or maybe that place will just be another stepping stone somewhere else. either way, we are all Beelzebub's bastard children, whether we accept it or not, and he will accept it. oh he'll accept the shit out of you. mmmmmmmmmmm
also this is relative:
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