My friend (pictured) came over and decided to write some things

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My friend (pictured) came over and decided to write some things on my computer. For the sake of posterity I give this to you.

working with the computer i shall type out a sentence that shall later be referred to as the initial sentence with the bumping into of Stu and Cades Computer.. dun dun dun

there is so much black ink on this piece of paper i could keep writing and writing untill the ink bleeds out into a man that can do anything answer anything, and morph into anything. He can also go anywhere. inter dimensionally and catastrophically dense AS HE IS THE BIGGEST PARTICLE ON EARTH. GOD > ALLAH KRSNA JEHOVA AND HE IS INFINITELY SMALL.
to be infinitely dense and uncuttable because you are very sharp. I also have laser beams coming out of my eyes. to be forthright and stunning i shall now shine a flashlight into them. making my pupils small miuhahahahahahaha when actuality i am splitting particles all the time. in the divine ether. making black holes out of pure shit bricks then dissecting them into a sort of smokeable hash that would fill you up full of bullshit. the kind of bullshit that you can actually smell. like the veil behind reality into the black nothingness birth of creation . like the filter just got fucking smashed. and somehow krishna appears and takes a giant dump like pow bitch i just don't wanna get eaten by the great blackness. I don't want to become shit. I feel terrible now. All i do is eat grass and poop. MOOOOOOOOO> thats what i want you to do. Does anyone want to edit this shit?
COMPUTER hello you must find god. dun dun dun I don't know how you just typed all of that computer. IN fact you are slowly leaking into my mind as i read this and now i don't know what to do suddenly i must have made some kind of asr0ligical connection between Cades computer and myy voice of black ink. Mostly tar and right now marlboro shooting into your veins like cannon balls of sweet seed maps. sweet seed maps telling you whats up like blueprints to your dimension. coalescing it from the ever hanging vapor of consciousness that hangs over our heads. constantly just FUCKING us. isn't your god your lover? part of your lover well go fuck god. if you have eno lover you can still go pick a plant and rub it on your cock and go into extra dimensional states of pain that will unleash your mind into different realms of reality.