I am dirty. I am just a pile of loath. I am the dirtiest human on this earth. I have no sense of cleanliness. I don’t brush my teeth. I don’t wash my hands. I don’t wash my hair. I don’t even wipe the skin of my bare ass. If I’m tired I won’t even put in an ounce of effort to walk to the bathroom. I urinate on myself. I have build up of disgusting droppings cemented on the outer layers of my crevice. I am a disgusting person. I have such a distinctive body odor that could be compared to the sense of milk that’s been sitting in the middle of the Sahara Desert for a 100 days. Nobody cares for me so the smell is my encouragement to make myself unable to communicate. Nobody talks to me. I don’t want to talk to people. Why do I smell? Is it for a reason? I’ll explain. My odor is outrageously terrible. I’m use to it. I like the to see persons reactions. It brings excitement to me. I don’t h!
             ave to converse with other human beings because of the odors I release.
             My teeth have degenerated into little chips of nothing. My gums are no longer gums but flesh that has putrid away. I have maggots crawling through my skin eating away my soft tissue surrounding my bones. Everyday I get weaker and weaker as my skin burns like acid. I don’t care. I need no one or anything to be or want, except my smell. It may not be the most enthusiastic way for to treat you but that’s all I care for.
             The dirt clinched to my skin is so extraordinary. What do people think of bad hygiene? Why do I have to do what society wants? To make everyone more comfortable with each other. I forget society, I don’t follow the regulations that everyone else does because I’m not going to be treated as the other guy. I am free to do as I please. I’m so filthy to which I accept with gratitude. I have no one to tell me to do as
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