You can be a contradiction or a paradox or whatever, but you still do not exist in my book. All I do now (as always) is converse with myself.
You are as regular as possible. Every entity that does not exist is non-existent, meaning there are an infinite amount of non-existent entities.
Insane Jester, My son, I would like for this to go on but I must tell you that you are not even the little peanut in my shit. Thoust have spokeneth blasphemy to your father. I begeth of you to ask pardon to thy divine creator so that truth might be knowest to all.
Uh oh. This could get ugly! Jester and Lib hacking away at each other's egos for the title of the reigning Lord of Hip Forums. Messy stuff!