...agony, because that will haunt you, since "it" knows where your mailbox lives, when you find out what "it" actually is, then it occurs to me, the confused existence, which, mentioned in passing, negates every life and also still enjoys it, that you are not really annoyed yet, you just pretend, I know it, I know that you mean "yes" when you say "no" and with "yes" the case is clear anyway, but what I almost forgot, no wonder when you have a memory like a sieve, is to tell you that I forgot it again, that it came back to me, that I forgot it, that it just came back to me, that after I forgot it and it came back to me, I wanted to tell you that, after you have understood this now, which I don't believe, but which nobody is interested in, because my opinion doesn't interest you anyway, the only existing god is Sephiroth, who is invincible by the way, because what you can't hit, you also can't kill, because in order to kill, you first have to hit, what is not possible, as already said, so that this devil's spiral turns because of the danger of failure and never ends, in contrast to this sentence, which, in spite of its, in the meantime quite acceptable, length, unfortunately, is not infinite, because the infinite sentence must be invented first, for which I have at the moment, however, no time, because I must write this sentence, which you read here just now, to which I am forced by myself, because hardly another can force me to something like that, because I am, at least psychologically seen, a godfather, in short a psychopath, what however in my eyes, I would ask you not to take this now literally, because otherwise it comes to a confusion, is not necessarily something negative, about which one could argue for hours, which I, although I have both enough time and enough space, simply don't feel like doing, because I already know that I win in the end, because I can't lose, which is related to the rules, but which has nothing to do with the fact that I'm always right, which is why you don't have to worry, at least about that, because I'm actually a nice, friendly, downright kind creature, which just happens to enjoy killing, which is no reason to put me down, there are much better reasons, which you will never find out in your life, because you can never be 100% sure that what I, the confused existence, say is true or not, because what good is an oath if it is not meant seriously, which you can't know, which brings us back to the beginning and since we are talking about it, to put it precisely, I write and you read it and/or get it read out, I would like to claim that all of you, without exception, are asking yourselves the question, why you still don't know "it" and what the reason could be, but you can't find an answer, because it is hidden, like all the others, at the end of the sentence, where no one has penetrated yet, because everyone who has read this sentence so far has failed at it, which is again a proof for the obvious imperfection of man, because he doesn't even have that much patience, to finish this sentence properly, which an elf is capable of even before birth, making him superior to humans once again, which also explains why I, confused existence, hate being a useless human, but as usual, it's not about me, let alone that anyone in their right mind cares at all, which is no longer true of those reading this now, as they have now experienced that comments, even if they come from the narrator, confused existence is he to be called, do not necessarily promote the reader's understanding of the content, sometimes even have the opposite effect, which destroys the effect intended to be achieved, erased, deleted and moved to the trash, which has the same effect as if you let an anti-hero die, it takes away the desire to read, which in turn drives the libraries and / or bookstores to ruin, whereupon the number of unemployed increases, what you can do with various tests that perform the Chaos Corporation, my employer and/or taker, lacks the means, which is why I would like to ask the readers to throw a small donation in the form of money and/or cookies into the mini-Masa statue erected at the entrance especially for this purpose, as long as it does not inconvenience them that in case of refusal it will come to a bloody massacre, which no one can survive, which makes the decision easier, theoretically it should anyway, so that everyone involved is happy, even if they do not feel so, which is quite understandable, because how on earth can you escape massacres if you don't know where the Mini-Masa statue is, which in itself is quite easy to...