Because, you know, I'm the the queen, the conqueror and the minister of my own world.
Or so do I like to think. So would I like it to be.
This is a reflex of my will, child of my nausea and a desperate attempt to find some bourgeoisie to restitute my rightful powers.
It's just a piece, just a tiny teeny part, but any action is bigger than many plans. I shall vomit here, things so varied, so random, so connected to themselves by nothing but myself.
This (all this web, not just this place) is our empathy box. I've been taking, but never giving anything back. To be Mercer we cannot just watch, we must climb, too.
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