The Dictatorship Of Physiology
My body requires sleep. AGAIN.
My body is a dictatorial piece of shit.
It gives me no choice, really. Right?
If I don't do my body's shit, it WILL make me pay, major big-time.
Bodies are the Tool of Satan, in point of fact.
So: I am going now to do my body's shit, cuz I don't want no trouble, see.
I just have a statement to make: I have sinned against my body, and my body in all its moral righteousness is doing to me what I deserve.
I did KNOWINGLY and in FULL KNOWLEDGE OF MY EVIL commit sins against my body, and now I take full responsibility for my evil deeds and confess them here in public.
REPENT ALL YOU SINNERS FOR...ummm, wait, what? Oh, yeah...FOR YOUR ATROCITIES AGAINST YOUR BODIES WHO ARE YOUR TRUE RULERS ON THIS EARTH.
This is my true and uncoerced statement given completely of my own free will.
Just...please don't let my body hurt me, okay...PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME!!!!
(Muffled sounds like somebody trying to speak while having shit rammed down his throat.)
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