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[visvanatha]

i just cant write down all the torture and poisoning they do

its basically infinite

just 1 thing

the wet the bed

"it will dry"

it will rot and mould

yeah beca

i dont care

them changing me put me in a worse mood

maybe i got some energy i doubt it

i had more to complain but god damnit

documenting and reflecting on it would be infinite

there, i didnt think infinity existed but it does

"art is never finished, only abandoned"

i dont know what drugs they take to act like this

its just infinitely disgusting