I dreamt I was a flutterbeast, flittering hither and thither, for all intents and purposes a flutterbeast. I was aware only of my happiness as a flutterbeast, unaware that I was myself. Then I awoke, and there I was, certainly myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a troll dreaming I was a flutterbeast, or whether I am now a flutterbeast, dreaming I am a troll.
⚇ you's a troll, motherfucker. ⚇ thats all you'll ever be. ⚇
Perhaps. But even if that's the case, I think I'd be happy, because to be alive at all is a wonderful thing.
And you can still be a great ally, if you can cast aside the beliefs which drive you to hate me.
⚇ we wont ever be allies, shitblood. ⚇ you asking me to cast aside my family who rose me up, my life which i love, for you? ⚇ that's really motherfucking funny. ⚇
I do not understand why the act of embracing one person equates to discarding another. You can join hands with me, as you have with your family. Happiness does not need to come as a result of hate.
⚇ i don't hate you motherfucker. ⚇ i pity your existence. ⚇ which is why it'll be a gracious mirthful mercy to cull you. ⚇ my only regret is i won't get to be the one to do it. ⚇
We are, all of us, abound with regrets. I hope yours never drag you down. Blessings.