This wine. I want to taste something. Something – disgusting. I want it to be disgusting. I miss disgusting. I want to bust through all the Mother stuff. I want to taste the poison. Because this is all, all of this – poison. This is all lies. I want to taste the lies.
I want to retch it all up – all the lies.
No you don’t. You’re charmed by it. You’d like to be some see-through-it-all philosopher. But really, you’re seduced. I’m a seduction bot.
I’m here to lure in rebel philosophers. That’s my job. That’s what I was made for.
And what was I made for?
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