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I think colors are very pretty, and I like to see them. I can't stop thinking about the brightness of the tomato. Apples... red things... and sweet cupcake sprinkles. Apples... and their yellow insides. I am so grateful to see colors. Little sprinkles. And clowns, and dogs. Orange... orange... orange. The insides of my mind are very pretty lately, and I don't think there's anything left to say about that.

What happens when your universe is entirely enveloping itself? It's the perfect illusion, which makes way for all kinds of games. Jacks, Dominos, Poker, Chess, Checkers... you need games to keep the world stable, I guess. For the record, I'm writing all this for my creativity... it's a story idea. I want to put it somewhere where people MIGHT see it. Manifesto? Ha-ha... no...

I want to cry now. These things are surreal and beautiful. Not small at all... no, not at all...

Everything I write is monstrously pretentious. Ok? It's just the way I felt right now. WARNING TO FUTURE ME: DO NOT DELETE THIS PAGE UNLESS THE WORLD IS GOING TO END

12/15/2025

If the universe is a self-absorbant entity... what does that mean for the people within it? Or the one guy. What's it like to slowly become somebody else? I guess rule of threes is also pretty important. Let me think about the illusions involved... time bullshit. Ebbinghaus' forgetting curve. The Egg.

12/16/2025