The point of metamorphosis?

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I have no idea. The food is disgusting beyond words, it's not possible to eat. The staff act like robots. I'm supposed to fap about them 24/7, I just got to know that they all smoke electrical cigarettes. What is the point in that? They're just disgusting drug abusers, who only think about sex and torture. I wanted orange juice so my body would come alive and I would be able to work out. What happened? The anti-christ bought me potatoe chips and candy. This is just a joke beyond comprehension. And it's been this way my whole life. If I ask for help for anything from the staff they say they're gonna "have a meeting" which they never do because nothing ever changes. I cannot anymore get warm sheets which has to do with they made a sex change on me so my foreskin doesn't cover my dickhead anymore. That is how perverse they are. It all makes sense, in a sick twisted way.


av För Emma 79 (ris och ros)


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