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So, Explain, How Do You Act So Random?

So, explain, how do you act so random?

greetings, and many thanks for the "ask" as I believe you call it in this day and age.

and, now, I shall attempt to answer your question.

a lack of randomness is often caused by a desire to be accepted into normal human society

normality is a coping mechanism for a severely chaotic state of reality, therefore the only way to be completely random, is to give in to your chaotic thoughts and feelings, and simply become you.

nothing more, nothing less, you simply exist, not to please another, not to fit an expectation

thus, reality crashes in on itself, destroying all souls in its wake, and leaving a tide of sheer existence behind.

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greetings dear humans, mortals, unnatural and unnamed creatures, and entities from other realities,

it's good to be back,

today, at 34:00am, the last jellyfish in a disguise left the atmosphere, be warned and be aware, they will return with a vengeance one day, seeking justice for their crimes, which consist of.. attempt to open a portal to the mirror reality, murder of green pepper, and tax fraud. they have my eternal admiration, which is rare and will be gone by tomorrow.

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thank you, my dear fellow

the fish is sleeping with three eyes open

what

even better idea, she steps on one of these monstrosities. (they hurt, I speak from experience.)

Even Better Idea, She Steps On One Of These Monstrosities. (they Hurt, I Speak From Experience.)

Every time you reblog this jk.rowling steps on a lego

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very... menacing?

or possibly it could be seen as simply offering me a sword, I suppose.


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and the rare tombstones of lesser evils lurks hopeless in the smoking darkness, where shattered souls drift mad to bed,

and past the hour, all night stands by, to let the lantern pass,

the ghosts whisper sour nothings in your ears, and the ferrets know you'll join them one day,

as ghost candy draws you home, to hear the truth they said.

beware the golden crown clothed in silver wool, as winters knights march in.


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