Numbers, Hah, never ending and infinite, why wont the numbers stop? Always following me around. Almost haunting me. I can't help being scared. The same number never ending. Like a curse. A never-ending curse on my life. I just wish the numbers would stop following. Like a stream of data. Like... Like everything that has ever existed. Controlled by numbers. CONTROLLED BY NUMBERS. Oh god help the numbers. HAH. NUMBERS. I love the numbers. Four. Six. Seven. One. Some of my favourite numbers. Why on earth would you get annoyed by the numbers when they follow never ending? HAH. Be one with the numbers. That's what they taught me. HAH. Got to love the numbers. Praise the numbers. Worship the number. BE ONE. WITH NUMBERS. Halleluiah numbers. Almost like the cube, the numbers control me. That cube. Our God. The numbers. Our direction. Our life. CONTROLLED BY EVERYTHING. We obviously don't live our normal lives. When our normal lives control us. Numbers. HAH. Media. HAH. Controlling us through propaganda. HAH. But I of course don't follow in that way. I can control the urges of the hypnotising media. The fake news. The corrupted advertisement. I know the secrets and the death of us all. My third eye has been opened. The glorious third eye. A gift from the cube. All hail our god. All hail the opening gate of the cube.
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