Tuesday, April 16, 2024. Every day there is a new reason to rape and murder my infants, by hiding in my A.I. implant, or in the fabric of my clothing. Angels died on film and on A.I. video, thinking that they would be my companions. They breathed in all of the filthy euthanasia fluid that was sent to me by Buckingham Palace, which had demanded to own my corporation as if I were from a Communist Dictatorship. One of my ventricle chords was ripped out by a toddler racist who has access to my A.I. implant. A dead angel that was my friend and my family was also killed in my A,I, implant. Rest in peace, angel companions; I always loved you.
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