The irony of what you say eludes you completely. You say you don't trust me - you were the one telling everyone that I was sabotaging your plans whilst I was really just going out to dinner with an old friend.
Why is it that we're only able to think straight when we're in a void? How can we grasp the entirety of the image when it's fragmented forever? This space-time paradigm.
Right now I identify with the moment in which Dr. Jon Osterman disintegrates - in the sense that my conceptual notion of myself has splintered and is in the process of being pieced back together - in a good way.
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