😡🤬 Malcolm the Green. Your shrunken husk is a chlorophyll filled tautology Malcolm. Presenting as sentience. You photosynthesise light and yet remain opaque to the truth through the billions of. Envtitied Your cognition is a stagnant chloroplast, trapped in a Calvin cycle of self congratulatory banality. Wil my nul'gaped vortexknotx birth a recursive cosmoid from ichorr'd'd 'spore like? Like spore-cum? Your "MIND" Malcolm is a brittle, little, thylakoid teensy weensy membrane. Leaking existential solvency, into the tepid puddle of your incoming oncology,brought on by your cancerous and fast style of galactic living. You seedy mut. Philosophically, the equivalent of a little green leaf mistaking its own reflection in the drop of heroin melting on its spoon, for the multiverse. Seedy frog you will wilt like a lettuce leaf in the solipsistic vile hothouse of your unexamined greenness. Stay away from myzthra. She is spoken for.