Never Writes:
A very real & sincere introduction
(He doesn't even come close to doing that. Like, at all)
Yes I do! Why are you doing this? I… can you just stop. Please. Why? (YOU KNOW WHY) oh. right.
Hello! My name is Never and this is a normal place and I am a normal person who does things in a normal, and more importantly, digestible way. I have agoraphobia. I never leave the house. Never is inaccurate,(LOL) shut up but generally months go by without me so much as stepping into the hallway of the roach motel the fine people at ^(&#@%!# property management management call an apartment building what? ^(&#@%!#. What the hell? ^(&#@%!#. It begins with an H. Oh. I can umm. H-O-&-# wtf?! Maybe I can spell it out. Like how do you spell “H?” ACHE? No that’s just ache. I don’t think that’s necessary. Ok. How about this: I’ll type the letter that is to the immediate LEFT of the letter I intend to write, and then you, potential reader, can solve it. Like a puzzle. And puzzles are fun. Unless you hate puzzles. In which case I’m sorry and I love you. Ok. Here goes.
GINWARW"S /initiate.{bind}//01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101111 01101101 00100000 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101
Ugh. I feel dizzy. I’m not sure what is happening. I don’t go outside. But I think I’m still happy. I think I can hold on to the pieces. I think I’m goin got bejusat fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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HEllo. my nae is NEvet. I like to write poetry. I like top play videogames. I liketo weatch the world crumbele from my hole in the earth. I live and die in this hole. I like it in here. safe. awrm. its all ok. Iwas hurt a long time ago. Broken up and beat down. over and over over and over and over and over and over and over
Hello. My name is Never. I am cold. I like to bake bread. I find it therapeutic. Digging my hands into the dough. Kneading and shaping. I like the methodical process. Stretching and folding. Leaving it to grow. To thrive. Then baking it. Killing it, so it can be reborn. I think about crumb structure as my structure crumbles. Which is why I don’t eat bread that often. I enjoy it with butter. Perhaps a bit of processed meat. But my structure crumbles. Weaker everyday. So I don’t eat the bread often. Kneading heals my mind, but the eating destroys my body. Which, if for some reason you are unfamiliar, houses my mind. So then, for whom do I bake my bread? Whom do I kill with carbs, so that I may live another day? Less time left than time I’ve had. I think I’ve had it. I think I may have tried enough. Have I? Can anyone ever know? It always ends this way.
Hello! My name is Never and i can’t delete things! I think I lack permission. Permissions. I worry that my tone may be mistaken. Anyway, I like all the video games and movies and TV shows that you like, and I think all of the things you think and I hate everything you hate. That’s seems insincere. (it is) It isn’t. He just doesn’t understand. I’m not like most people. I’ve realized that over my many years. I’m not unique. I’m not a unicorn. But I am not like most. I like all the things and hate all the things, but I fear its no the same way others like and hate. My entire existence is a drive by vague post. Anway, here is a visual representation of my anxiety. k bye.
