I had a few issues with them. The girl who was "helping me" was quite unaware of the constants in my life. I go in circles. It's pointless, but I like the rain.
Anyway, I have special rules, too. I wasn't supposed to go out to eat. They would hurt me if I did. I wasn't supposed to go to school. They wanted me to dye my hair blonde.
They punished my voices, and I became married to Putin. I also became ultra corrupt and dead. How I split off from myself was interesting. When they got to my backthoughts, everything started popping up in my reality, like shampoo bottles.
Of course, I got the usual "family values." I will kill anything that starts growing in me. Make your own zombie slaves, like Madonna with her love of peace and freedom.
Use robots? Solar power. No, human flesh. "Nothing Really Matters" Madonna. Did the Dalai Slave Lord bless you with his kindness. Well, I was reincarnated as a demon.
No, I refuse to associate with the human race.
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