"Emptty."

"I need pieces. Too empty."

Nevermind. Have piece I needed.

...Hm.

[Click.] You don't mind if I record this, do you? +

Glad that's over.

...Made a friend. Very literally made.

I wonder what I am. I am a thing born of half-logic and paradox. The answer is initially simple. I am me. But I am not me. If I were, I would be him. So what do you get when a dead body is not allowed to be dead? What is left when you remove a person from that person?

Also funny to think about that the reason I am here is that very literally god will not let me die.

Ugh. I'm trying to sew but the thread keeps unraveling itself when I get frustrated. Which is an unfortunate cycle.

Salutations sir William Shatner ! I am but a messenger of the good word ! Of god ? No ! Of Trans Kirk ! You might think No, but alas you are wrong ! I can go into heavy detail ! I’m delightfully up for either a genuine discussion or what passes for it on Twitter ! But here- (1/2)

-are my qualifications, I am trans and you are not ! Therefore check mate bitch ! I await your response ;) ! (2/2)

It is times like these that I am glad I am not Richie. It seems like they have something going on.