He's a dud.
The bomb didn't go off.
It's a failure.
The one purpose which could be a purpose for any ordinary man walking on the planet earth as if the origin of the species could ever possibly make any sort of random insignificant difference.
I'm dreading how this is going to work. Bad dreams and then work? Fuck that shit.
I remember when I was a kid that my grandmothers friend took us for a walk while I knew that there was a special tv movie going on that I'd been dying to see. It was based on that show about the ducks of that rich uncle duck that was spun off of donald duck vicariously through those kids somehow, and I wanted to see it because it prominantly featured the guy with one wheel for legs, he was a cyborg that made occasional appearances....
I'm trapped in hell please get me the fuck out of here. how could anything good come out of this shit?

I'm really not in hell now because I have friends at the moment, but it's just a matter of days before I come back into the norm and am forced to face the bull shit fake reality that you force feed me.