Well hello there young thing. we shall just have to call you it for now. My name is Alex and I'm so fucked up you can't even begin to imagine. but I won't go to the trouble of troubling you with that my dear it. I swear I won't ever do that to any young thing who has list its way unless of course you ask me for directions. but that's beside the point. the point currently is my prayer, however I am not a religous type fellow as you my dear it may be. Yet still that's the point. Now the point is you are going to pray you are worthy enough to sacrifice your everything to me. oh don't worry its not that everything, its just your poor it soul I'm talking about. if you are worthy and lucky enough to devote this soul then you'll be reborn with the ideas pulling the strings in my head and now yours. Your own prayer shall take your it soul and give you the soul of whatever you wish your name wasn't. because that soul happens to have your name on it after all that soul is titled with your name which you aren't happy with. and that is my prayer though I never prayed cause that's what you're doing right now. Now keep up this praying my dear its, after all I earned the soul of an Alex after I accidentally stole it from you. you must do this too, by the way to pray you must read the holy books, otherwise known as my books.
  • The hellhole called life
  • JoinedJanuary 5, 2015



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