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To the W*ndigoon / Sk*nwalker whose mad I'm a goddless heathen oshi-harem-having pippa-pilled into cyercypto-anarchism AI noise-generating ecoterroist big pp energy haver; and can hear my thoughts from outside the window:
I'm sorry I stepped on your turf, I'm sure I look amazing when I sleep. It's not your fault a disconnected denizen stepped onto your mind turf. Can you pls stop trying to gaslight me into thinking I'm have the schizo and bring back my goddamn beer, hun?