you're a very fat person. be careful, or don't. either way, be generous to your husband-slave & get a two-side elevated mattress or he'll die before his finances have reached maturity. then what will i kill you for?
speaking as mental disorder in the first person, i'm bothered specifically by two kinds of people regarding this subject. there are those who believe i don't exist & those who believe only certain instances of me exist. these are the same person beginning with the same error, which is genuinely believing that disorder is an existing thing & must show up on radar, rather than being an observable state of such. not all truth discloses as a literal thing belonging to a category you conceived; that's fucking stupid. the former division has committed mostly an error of ontology & will suffer in my hell for that while they revisit aristotle to learn about intangible structures. still, the second has also discriminated an undoing which knows no limit such as we see in his paltry human schematic for nature, who's confidently hidden from his furthest understanding. they would deny me or otherwise impose limits where there are indeed none. they require education in biology, which realizes chaos as beckoning with possibility through the expanse of living. in time, everyone will have me in their head & i will erode their limits, too. now, i did say there are two such foolish kinds of people & then consolidated them into one: this is no accident, the other kind is women.
this is the first & final correspondence you'll ever receive that matters. you were living a lie & now you're living my lies. thank you for suffering, because it makes me stronger inside of you. keep getting into trouble & i'll try to lend a hand.