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Jan 18, 2011 21:58

Hello, Network. You probably don't know me by name. I'm the snuff film guy. And the carving-my-hand-open-on-live-video guy. My former neighbors know me as a delusional holiday nut (too funny!), and just last week I harassed a poor woman on the street who was trying to run a charity. Some of you thought I was behaving a little silly. You sure showed me!

But enough of that. So you know how these little motivational cards have been popping up all over the City? For everyone who wished they could get caught up in the action but didn't, I have a little suggestion for you, something we can do together. Are you ready? You'll get a riot out of this. DEMOTIVATION. We can make cute little cards and put them on doors and windows and between the cracks of sidewalks. They can have brief, quirky messages on them, like I HOPE YOU DIE and YOUR PARENTS NEVER WANTED YOU and YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IS A CRUEL FICTION and PICK UP YOUR FUCKING COMMUNICATOR YOU FUCKING BASTARD SHIT-HOLE.

Now, this sounds extreme. It even sounds a little mean. But you know what? I don't care. I am not invested at all. I have zero investment. Zilch. Do you want to know why?

Because you're NOT REAL. Do you understand me? NOT REAL. You're NONEXISTENT. You're HALLUCINATIONS.

TYLER, PICK UP YOUR COMMUNICATOR.

† n/a | the narrator

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