first poast, eye'll delve deep dark and gritty into my bowl of rainbows and cookie dough:
I luv creepypasta
I love mudkipz
Dubstep, breakcore, and anything with an irregular deep bassline is cool beans
I live on easymac, toast, and noodles noodles noddles noddle node nod no no u
I like to purrr and yifff
deep heat and icyhot feel good anywhere
CSS is best game evar
i try and send people the most gory, sexually disturbing, and immoral things I can think of through my mind, doesn't seem to affect people much yet, have to practice mor
lack of capitalization and grammar has yet to alter the idea behind my butter menthol
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i like 1, 3, 7, 11, 13, 21, 42, 69, 96, 101 and binary integers
i'm allergic to watermelon
everything is weird
everything tastes good with lime or maple syrup
i think everything is cool, life is cool, if I die i think it would be really cool to go to heaven or hell or some vacant void or be a ghost or spirit or just become non-sentient atoms of the universe and continue on through eternity, dat is sum snazzy stuff, no matter what happens, it will be awesome
my dream existence would be living in a small apartment forever with loud white noise everywhere you go and popping and distorting noises randomly pitching in, the walls would be covered in soft light green and blue and orange blankets, my stomache would always be full and through advanced technological nanobots i can stimulate any sense i want at any given moment, hear, smell, feel, absolutely anything. The floors would be carpeted white, it would always be raining outside, with small cracks of lightening every now and then. I would have a friend in there, half-opposite to me in personality, and we'd lay down and talk about the universe forever, laying on our fronts at the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the lovely rain. Lightning juttering, squeeks and squeels and squirks emanating through the ubiquitous omnipresent white noise, and the blanketed walls forming a sort of tunnel vision as everything around the window fades away as we experience infinity