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A 𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓻𝔂
An artist
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Anything is possible when you're a 𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 idiot.

I live in the middle of nowhere on unpronounceable street, on the first floor. There's only one floor. My name is Hube. Im 19 years old. I believe in taking care of myself in a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my hands aren't shaking, I'll take 360 milligrams of extended release amphetamine while doing my daily jelq session. I can do a thousand now. After I start to feel heart palpitations, I go to the vitamin closet for multivitamins. I take two gummy dinosaurs, then a gummy fruit pastel and a single magic bean, then I chug down 2 gram paracetamol to slow the approaching migraine while i prepare the rest of my routine. I always use a painkiller with little or no risk of stomach ulceration, because stomach ulcers are incredibly painful and make you die. Then two tabs of zinc, then omega-3 followed by a final mega dose of vitamin d3. There's an idea of a Hube. Some kind of abstraction but there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I could hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours ,and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.