Involuntarily, neurotransmitters signal contractions of my muscles-- or lack thereof-- prolonging my sentence on Earth. Beauty lurks where fleshy agglomerations rarely explore, and it reminds me that not all has been destroyed by humans. Rarely do I ever interact with said species. However, I am inspired as much by fashion as I am with organic fruits as well as tasty synthesized sludge. Do I even want to imagine a world without Chef Boyardee? I would crumble without his canned goods.
Spiteful and easily irritated, I can hardly stand stupid people... but some are pretty jokes.
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