You are radioactive demons and illusionists, 'crabs in the bucket' at the bottom of your own constructions. You recreate material and sexual weaknesses in others to justify your core resentment towards decency, humanity and yourselves, which you view as oppressive. Many of you have a criminal past of some kind, which you will admit freely in private circles with sardonic grins unseen. Some of you have a military, education, medical, or government background. The overwhelming majority of social demons are American. You orchestrate situations and gamify long-term interactions for the express purpose of sheparding forlorn minds and souls into your spheres of indirect control.

I have but one hope and it is that I reincarnate as an astronomical force to knock the moon back into the Earth, that you utterly warped whoremongers, rapists, agents and felons reap the fruit of your object ambitions as a firey despair, that your consciousness, the universe's infinite and utterly tragic awareness of itself, be made to know fully an all encompassing sensory heat-death un-fucking-ending