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Voice testing... oh God
Uh hi.
Well, this is weird. And I'm used to weird. Weird that'd make you wish you never found it and one day proceeded to bash your head in just so you forgot it because you couldn't take it anymore weird. But this, this just adds another level to the layers of the freekdom world I'm living in.
Mun -I'll just go ahead and call you that since everyone else around here assumes that title- are you actually going anywhere with this, or am I just going to reside in your head like all those other voices you've got mixed up in here?
It's kind of crowded, by the way. Looks like the inside of my house, but, with you know, less clutter and more psychosis. Open up, give everyone some space. It's your mind I'm in, not a holding cell. Don't want this to end up being some sort of Jean-Paul Sartre convention; no windows, no doors, shit like that.
Yeah, I know there's a movie coming out and that mainly sparked your interest, especially since you like the director who made it. But hey, thanks for reading the book at least (and the sequel) before watching it. The guy they got, not really how I see myself, but you know Hollywood, they have to make everyone pretty. And I get how it makes searching for a representative a lot easier than the countless hours spent finding the "perfect one." We'll just have to see.
Just like if I'm going to be here a while or fade away from your thoughts.
Well, this is weird. And I'm used to weird. Weird that'd make you wish you never found it and one day proceeded to bash your head in just so you forgot it because you couldn't take it anymore weird. But this, this just adds another level to the layers of the freekdom world I'm living in.
Mun -I'll just go ahead and call you that since everyone else around here assumes that title- are you actually going anywhere with this, or am I just going to reside in your head like all those other voices you've got mixed up in here?
It's kind of crowded, by the way. Looks like the inside of my house, but, with you know, less clutter and more psychosis. Open up, give everyone some space. It's your mind I'm in, not a holding cell. Don't want this to end up being some sort of Jean-Paul Sartre convention; no windows, no doors, shit like that.
Yeah, I know there's a movie coming out and that mainly sparked your interest, especially since you like the director who made it. But hey, thanks for reading the book at least (and the sequel) before watching it. The guy they got, not really how I see myself, but you know Hollywood, they have to make everyone pretty. And I get how it makes searching for a representative a lot easier than the countless hours spent finding the "perfect one." We'll just have to see.
Just like if I'm going to be here a while or fade away from your thoughts.
