To The Suckers of Life, Welcome

Every time I started to reconcile my thoughts and unearth a vast imagination resting unfathomably beneath my unrequited dogma, I morphed ridiculously suicidal, exchanging my life for single letter of idea.

I love to live in my personally invented, faction-packed kingdom of insanity where I can create my own world in liberty, kill a list of my nemesis, bargain my life with a pot of gold or generate a school of flying fishes in an empire resting atop the clouds.

I could not care less if I die repeatedly as I can relive my life boundlessly. Alternatively, on the other face of the coin, if you irritated me, annoyed me and bitched about my supremacy over your pitiful life, I could just make a snap out of my finger and easily end your worthless existence.

This is my advantage, because this is my world. This is what puts my toes ahead of yours, and such is my bragging rights.

However, my world will be a yawn-generating machine if I am alone.

That is why, at this juncture, I held you together with me in my wondrous pedestal. I quite need your divine assistance after all. I abstain myself from pilfering your own world, rather I offered you to share it with me as mine to you.

Now, if you move any furthermore I gave you the right to magnify it, lick it, belt it, punch it, eat it, and swallow it with dying honor.

Sorry if I asked too much, but it is just how it works in my psychotic world. Might as well, pull that eye off your face and bulge it to my coveted mind over my printed manuscripts. My world is in the state of vertigo so bear it to live with it!