Hemingways_Shotgun

No one. It’s a giant “plausible deniability” cluster-fuck.

It’s ‘blaming the dog for farting’ writ large and in the service of billionaires.

My favourite thing to do is to order a bowl of spaghetti in a restaurant, and then loudly take credit for making it because I instructed the chef to add more garlic. After all, the Chef is just a tool that I used to make that spaghetti.

No one exists except me. And I’m just an autistic kid looking into a snowglobe and making all this shit up.