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Hi?

Eu não preciso dizer muito; você sabe quem eu sou e eu sei quem você é, sabe onde me encontrar.

You know, sometimes I miss it...actually, I feel the emptiness of no longer being THE MISSARY. Obviously, it was just a mask for who I am...a skin for a greater purpose, even so, it was my most SACRIFICIAL post.
          
          Perhaps you'll like my new face; after all, being punished so badly will never be my fondest MEMORY, delivering messages will never be my true purpose, and ADVISING you will never be my RESPONSIBILITY...

Beep! Beep! BEEP!
          Looks like notifications are better than waiting for YOU to answer the damn phone!
          Damn it...my ear hurts as much as the maggots in my brain, these bouncing beans are driving me CRAZY! Not even "Oxycodone? How DISGUSTING! Drugs can help me sleep well, but now... now all I hear is static, and it's as irritating as the flies that left me with pain! Honey, how's your day going?

Oh babe, the irony begins when you realize that when little legs were starting to crawl and the destiny of the one you venerate was being shaped, I was there. I wasn't born like the worms that are all here! I WAS ALREADY THERE! I didn't need to show myself because I didn't want to be seen, and I don't need to hide to fit into a pathetic mold, I've always been here, but you're too limited to recognize me! I'm me, you are you, and the worms are the worms; labels, molds, copies you can keep that to yourself. Like defective playing cards!
          If you believe I'm something as conceptual as flying worms, then I'm sorry to disappoint you... Reality tends to be disappointing!

A WISE MAN ONCE TOLD ME "Predictions are as stupid as a bad card play, and avoiding destiny is useful,
          BECAUSE NOW IT ALSO AVOIDS YOU! and, like your vomit, it smells as bad as what you say!" HE WAS A STUPID OLD...Good times...

Let it be perfectly CLEARf or my songbird to SEE!
          You sing too much, songbird! And he who sings loud to be seen doesn't hear when the branch starts to crack. 
          Do you want to know who I am? Observe how you walk. Observe who walks with you. You look for a face, but you don't reveal yours! You look for a name, but you have many! Be careful who lands next to you. Not every nest is a shelter. Judas also walked among his own and kissed with a clean mouth. You think you fly in your own circles, but they're lines someone drew for you. Imaginary lies, trails in the sky. You call that freedom! The pawns around you flap their wings as if they were falcons. They're loose feathers pretending to fly. Even those who "know" only know the side of the cage they were shown. 
          Songbird... I like your song. But singing lies has a twisted melody and it throws the air off-key...
          Birds are easy to cage when they believe the sky is free and not a trap. You're far from knowing something about anyone. And even farther from knowing about yourself. Keep climbing the pedestal that's not yours. Height without wings turns into a fall. If you don't learn to shut the beak of your own lies, someone will do it for you. 
          
          AND IT WON'T BE WITH HANDS!   
           
          Think fast, as fast as you can, because TIME  is precious!

I HATE working with names! They're just labels to make recognition easier, since you have such limited minds when it comes to solving something so simple! ORACLE? It's me, of course! But only because my TRUE SELF is too much for your empty-headed minds to HANDLE :)
          I want them to find out the truth, not to keep lusting after me like a PERVERT and filling my voicemail with awful pick-up lines! I'm SURVIVING THIS MISERY I'M JUST SOMETHING COHERENT ENOUGH SINCE YOU GUYS ARE IDIOTS, AND ONLY NEEDY KIDS CAN COME AND BE MORE ANNOYING THAN ME!

In times long past, there were so many pieces in a puzzle, but now they are all lost!
          How can the game continue if we no longer have our full deck? No ace up our sleeve? Only a joker would know where the queen of diamonds is... only an ace... I miss the games! I hate poker because everyone at the table lies with their fake faces, but I still miss all the pawns from the gaming room! 
          There were so many fools trying to complete their suits in the deck of cards, and nobody saw how bad our poker faces looked... what a waste!

Eu percebi que nos textos que você escreveu ultimamente no seu livro,aparentemente o senhor sempre parece que está conversando com alguém,ou até mesmo é como se você estivesse lamentando alguma coisa,eu achei meio peculiar :>