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Every day I wake and try not to scream at the horror of waking up. I go to a job for eight to ten hours a day that sucks all the energy and life out of me. I stagger home eat food that is poisoning my body because it is all I can afford. I sit at my computer and imagine better worlds and make art in the hopes that someone else will be amused and entertained by my fantasy.

I was blessed with enough crazy to make art and not function or have a place in this world, but not enough to escape the bonds of reality totally.

I want nothing to do with reality, that is why I make art, to the SJW that write me and tell me I know nothing about women and reality, (One, even women don't know any thing about women every one of them has their own special brand of crazy, that is what makes them attractive.) you are absolutely right I know nothing of the first despite being married for over 20 years and want to know nothing of the second.

Just because I make fantasies with beautiful and ridiculous girls I do NOT condone people being used as objects, (that is the true root of all evil, thinking people are things) rape, or women are lesser beings than men.

One last thing, where is this rapist thing coming from? I get called this a lot and I really don't get it. I thought about it one night while watching Law and Order and it seems like a lot of work and a great chance for personal injury to personal parts. And drugging them is too much like necrophilia, you have to do all the work yourself. Maybe I'm just lazy and want my partner to help with the work. Anywho never had any motivation to rape someone in my life.