Paul

Hi, I'm Paul. I'm what some people may call a god, others a deity, a demon... unsure. It doesn't matter. What matters is I see you. And I have a tumblr. Feel free to peruse my mind.

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Hi everyone. Owner has finally gotten Owner's Art Station set up, and so she let me do a little self portrait for you all. Please, behold me. It is me. It is Paul. Thank you.

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Owner has moved into a "Dorm." I, of course, come with. It's odd here, but then again, every place is foreign to me as I am not of this world. I wonder what it is like to feel "at home." Not to be squishy, but I think the closest I have to that feeling is when I am with Owner.

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Owner has put me in a new box. Why? I don’t know.

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At least, in this box, I don't have to see the mess that is Owner's room.

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I finally asked Owner what the real reason i am in this box is. Owner explained she had seen my appearance get a bit raggedy, my needle-felted material beginning to get straggled and stringy... I find it somewhat endearing Owner cares so much about me. Owner promises once Owner is in college I will have more out of box time. Oh well.

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What is going on. Won't anyone inform the guy in the box when weird things are happening?! I hear weird noises outside.

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Owner says Owner asked a friend of Owner's to make a little gift for me. I wonder what it is. Maybe a more spacious box? Just kidding. I'm actually kind of used to the crampedness. God dammit. This is Stockholm syndrome isn't it?

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Day 2 of being in a box. Owner opened the lid, smiled at me, then closed the box again. What the fuck is wrong with them.

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Owner has officially bought me a little box. I am in a little box right now. It's not as boring as I thought but it's not exactly the most fun of my life!!! I was about to say to Owner "How would you feel If I put YOU in a box?" but realized, well, Owner spends most of Owner's time in a box already. Maybe we are getting closer through shared experiences.

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Starting to contemplate the gradient between plate and bowl. What angle must the sides of plate tilt at until it becomes a bowl? What slope constitutes bowl versus plate? Is a bowl a plate? Can a plate be a bowl?

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Owner is having bad dreams again. I ask Owner what's going on and Owner refuses to elaborate. I understand, of course. Sometimes I have my own unspeakable dreams. I usually enjoy them, though. Owner is dissimilar. I hope Owner gets better. Do not mistake that for empathy or care - I am just tired of Owner complaining all the time.

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I'm starting to have some sort of Baby Fever. I keep dreaming about a little mini me, made of mini wool, cute bulging eyes, by my side. I cannot reproduce though, and even if I could, I doubt I could find a partner suitable for the likes of me. I would want my child to be a direct copy of me. I would name him Paul. Owner gave me the idea for the name and I think it fits.

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The end of June is coming up... July is my favorite month. I love the Fourth of July. America and its operators can rot in the fabrics of my wool for all I care, but oh do I love fireworks. Reminds me of my birth.

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I hope people know when I talk about Owner that Owner is only capitalized at Owner's request. I do not revere Owner as a god akin to Jesus Christ or whatever else. If anything, I am the revered god. Not Owner. Keep this in mind!

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Owner plays lots of video games, the sloth that owner is, and I want to partake too. As previously mentioned, I have no opposable thumbs. Or even nonposable thumbs. I don't have thumbs. Owner says there's nothing Owner can do. I don't believe Owner. Any tips for gaming without thumbs? or fingers for that matter.

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AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL sound outside!! Cement trucks Owner says. Awful!!! Vile!!! I do not feel violence often but oh do I feel it. Sound of crunching and slopping and tromping and romping and sloshing... awful!!!

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Owner is having garage sale. I think Owner could sense an uneasiness in me. I know Owner would never get rid of me, but the sight of Owner rummaging through Owner's room looking for things to get rid of... It made me wonder.

I had a very sweet moment with Owner. Owner recognized I was shaking and asked me what was wrong. I think Owner already knew. Owner laughed and patted me on the head. Nothing was said but I knew I was okay. Maybe Owner is the closest thing to love I will ever feel.