I am AVA the angel of death. Winds roar when my noises sound. Once upon a time there was a cat who loved to eat kids and stuff. Hummus was his favorite food. Cats normally can't eat hummus, but this one could. This cat was the king of the cats. He called his cat generals and cat horses and cat men and cat kids and cat wives and cat husbands and cat kids again and again. And the cat wives and husbands were left behind while the soldiers and the families of the soldiers prepared for war.
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In which sense is it periodical? In the sense that there is a period? Or the sense that there is an ical? Nonsense. Ical isn't a word. Thank you red squiggly underline for telling me. Sensically, some cents are needed. Money is a construct, but can you live without it?? Social contracted damned, I care about you. But not enough to go out of my way to feed you. You need to feed yourself. Find the answers yourself. Ask the questions yourself. Agency is key. If you have everything spoon-fed to you in life what will you do when you go off the beaten tracks? You'll not know what to do. Be prepared. Anything can happen. Dream. Ice cream. I scream. Cats are meant to be petted and loved and cuddled and hugged. "Eat your vegetables," they say. But what do 'they' know? I've always had an unbalanced diet and I'm still kicking. Tears are a good way to let off stress, but only if you're alone in your bed at night.
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