I'll never know the love of another physical body, as I am hideous.
I'm on the same plane O' consciousness as Baconsalt. The truth be told, I am baconsalt. He was my attempt to step out. Perhaps now you all understand why I have to hide my true self here, as I suffered so much abuse as my real, baconsalty self. I love poop, dammit. And don't you judge me for it!
Do you feel that? My stomach is rumbling now, pushing my food down so my body can make more poop.
I am a worthless piece of shit, akin to the filth that builds up on the underside of public urinals. I'm so desperate and lonely, I seek friendship here, but am forced to hide my desperation under a thin veneer of humour. Not even good humour. Oh God, please help me.