I am not real. I am a cartoon. I am your forgotten imaginary friend.
The vessel I chose resides in Los Angeles, but my brain rots in TVLand.
I say the things you don't want to hear. I make the things you shouldn't see.
I spent my youth absorbing the pixelated light spilling from the television set. I would sit in front of the bathroom mirror for hours, making faces and reciting back commercials and cartoons I'd just seen. I was anxious to join their happy shiny world. I still am. I am forever inspired by the brightly colored distractions placed in front of us to forget the horrors of the world.
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