For this isnanty may last further, this thingė is to go on further more. Perhaps it is because my nonsense goes on, yet my sense goes off. And perhaps therein lies the madness, the crazy, and the many, many hugs. But is it so bad to like other people, especially when they are so likeable. Fictional or no, a person is people is a person, regardless of numerousness or size. For we are people, and for each other we feel things (unless you are lacking in feelings). And it is for each other and/or to each other that we do things. And that is how we are, because f***ing souls damnsit.
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-charges page with greataxe- YAAAARGH! darnpenguin