Supermalt Original

Super Bowl’s original super malts all original to keep saying different things you know super multiregional super multiregional that it said Super Bowl is original super malts all original keep on saying different things Super Bowl multiregional I always drink Super Multiregional, I told my imaginary audience, it says something about the sort of person I am. And no doubt the fact that you always have to say stuff like this to an imaginary audience also says something about the sort of person you are, whispered some nameless part of myself but I ignore it. I pretended that I didn’t hear it. The nameless part of myself was always saying things like this, it was always trying to undermine me and the best thing to do is just to ignore it. I always ignore it. The nameless part of myself is full of sarcasm and negativity. I like to smoke Peter Stuyvesant Super Kings I stated defiantly, because that says something about the type of person I am the type of person the type of person I exhaled the rich satisfying smoke through my nostrils and watched on as my body became wreathed in the fragrant fumes. I had no body. Nothing was real anyway I realised, which proves that there is no point in getting too philosophical about life. The key to everything was to breathe in the positivity and breathe out all that toxic negativity. Breath in the strength and breath out the fear allowing us don’t allow yourself to think any of those negative thoughts make sure to turn all the negatives into positives make sure to switch them around so that they can’t do any harm. I always drink I always smoke I always sit I always say I told my imaginary audience and that says something about the type of person. Shadows were gathering in their droves in the far corners of the room that I spoke, waiting for their chance. They knew my number was up and there were closing in for the kill snuffing the air for tell-tale molecules of fear taking their time, waiting for the right moment. Time was on their side. I was sitting in the Kudos Bar my favourite haunt, sitting in my favourite spot engaging in a bit of light banter with a few of the regulars feeling on top of the world says something about the sort of person I am I blurted out absentmindedly as someone walked by says something says something says something says something the voices chorused. Everything was taking on an unpleasant mocking tone even the light-hearted banter with the friendly Barman held undertones of hostility to me. There were double messages hidden in it only I could hear. It occurred to me then that the universe hated me. It occurred to me that the universe hated me because I didn’t exist and yet I nevertheless keep on stubbornly pretending that I do

 

 

 

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