WANTED: whatever you think will entertain me.
REWARD: my body. (if it actually entertains me, that is, (if it doesn’t entertain me don’t be sad, I’m more sad that it doesn’t entertain me, since I haven’t felt joy or had fun or felt happy in so long that I forgot that stuff entirely, (I remembered it all once I read about it in a book, but it’s all vague and to be honest with you all what used to make me happy now fills me with a nostalgic-nihilistic-dreadful pain which cannot be anything even closely related to something known as “entertainment”, surely not anything fun, (also don’t waste my time with funny images from the archives, I can’t relate to others anymore. I wish I could change.))))
That was my last ice cream…
Alright, I admit it, it was me who deleted that entire shipment of doll pictures. They’re all gone now. Digital dust. Poof. I didn’t want to though, it really wasn’t my fault! They were going to use me as lubricant for the WC-WT Driver. Yeah, I would be DEAD. So I had no choice! Please, don’t kill me just because I didn’t want to die… That’s just messed up.