I’ll have what he’s smoking.
You know i was chillin, waking up at 4 am and going into rem and flying around watching the animals bow down to me.
Then this lil rust boy showed up with his dragon friends smelling like booty.
So its about 2 indica blunts a day to stop the nightmares but was gonna quit soon.
Kinda got used to the demons after 4 months of attacks every night.
These people or whatever are terrifed of me, im guessing they are time travelers or live outside of time.
They got about 20 replicas of my business idea already but they cant destiny swap me.
They cant create, they had to scan the whole internet just to make their spell checkers look like an artificial intellegence.
They also cant speak, i guess god sealed their lips. Its not telepathic, its less than us.
In the beginning god spoke.