I'm a generous forgiving epic misfit a magnanimous anomaly my good enough Diploma Trump's your Harvard degree I live what I write my stories aren't made up I'm one of the greats the greatest thing since sliced bread I cause chaos, confusion, disarray, turmoil and mayhem in every which way in other words I'm a complete and utter mess. I'm striving to cause disquietude and pandemonium you writers are bickering at the competition your agitated so I'll leave you in this dark puddle of turmoil you will never write like me because you can't think like me my writing doesn't take days, weeks, months to hook line and sinker we're at the closing close the curtains take a bow this is my last stage on this last stage adios cheerio and Godspeed
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