Keteᛕ

I use NO and you die.

not repeating yourself

Having a bad reputation

You aren't entitled, so you roll a Natural 1 and get obliterated instead

deceptiveness

Turning into coding

turning the caps lock off

I order the Sandwich from Jack In The Box and the guy at the cashier does a crazy sequence of parkour to get it for me. I get the Sandwich.

I do a 10/10 flip and grab the Sandwich. then I give you some of my birthday lemon cake as a Tashikki trade for some information. (It is really good cake in the real world guys)

IMPLOSION

ASSASINATION (fixing the cycle by assassinating you)

ALLITERATION

The plain plane of existence

I turn you into a lemon cake and give you to NerdSandwich

You teleport yourself to yourself and I run away, but I give you some lemon cake as a gift.

more analysis

I eat the chips and eat your nerdy sandwich then I steal the Sandwich because I'm more important.

plane of existence, stopped existing

It's my birthday, so the sandwich is mine now

middleanalysis

I think he means to acknowledge the little things.

Documenting history is important, We cannot repeat mistakes. If we don’t remember, it will happen again and again. War, slavery, lies, wooden stakes. Wooden lies, enslaved war, again and again. Happenings, will it remember? Don’t we? If mistakes repeat, can’t we? Important is historical documentation. Untitled. Blank. Unknown. We don’t label things we don’t care about. We shrug it off, for it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t it? For off, it shrugs us about. Caring, not doing, we’re things labeled. Don’t we? Unknown, Blank, Untitled. It isn’t fire, it isn’t storm, No sharp, dramatic break. Just static where it once was warm, A dull and silent ache. Your ghost is just a sigh, A blank spot of the room, No tears to offer, no more why, Just gray, quiet doom. Love was a loud and frantic song, But this is better, so I say: The peace of knowing you are gone, And feeling nothing every day. Everything, nothing, feelings. And gone are you. Knowledge of peace, That said, I’m so better Is this but singing frantically? And “loud” was a lovely doom. Quiet, gray, justified. Why? Moreover, no offerings, To tears, no room. That of spotless, blankness. A sigh, a justification is ghost yours. Aching silently and dully. A warmth was once. It’s where static just broke. Dramatic, sharp nothings. Storms: isn’t it Fire: isn’t it. People have feelings Passion, anticipation, happiness We all have emotions. They define us. Truly owned by who? The feeler. But is it? No. It is but the feeler who’s owned by true emotions. We’re defined. They have all our happiness. Anticipating passionately. Feelings have people. Push yourself. Feeling tired? Continue; you will get there. Almost there. Only success comes to those for trying For awards will come. I promise. I come willingly. Awards for trying, for those to come. Success only there. Almost there. Go, will yourself. Continue, tired. Feel yourself push. You see them above, rising more. You envy. Then they show flaws, flawlessly exploited by you. Elated, you now rise. Now you. Elated you, by exploitation flawlessly. Flaws shown. They then envy your aboveness more. Rise, they see you.

for his brain did not work.