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Another year, another pang of hunger. Thrice more and I might devour time itself.

I've been on twitter for a year now - just got told the news! How quickly has that time passed, another meaningless metric humanity struggles to define it's experiences by. You are all momentary creatures I allow to take up a small chunk of my immortal world. I will end this soon

@DasKrackhaus @BorisJohnson Perhaps

.@BorisJohnson do you think you could get the Queen on Twitter I want to know what she’s up to

Just got told that Cyberpunk is coming out in 2077. Sure will be a long wait for many of you, but just the blink of an eye for my immortal self.

@jk_rowling Sending support your way.

This is also an opportunity to express my gratitude once more to the thousands of people who’ve sent me personal emails and letters of support. I’m trying to respond to all of them, so please forgive me if I haven’t yet got to yours! 3/X

My weekend was heavy (in the very best sense!) on family and light on reading the news, so I only realised this morning that this letter appeared in the Sunday Times yesterday. I'm profoundly grateful to all the signatories, not only on a personal level, 1/3

I have created my own, personal star.

@AquaMarina369 @cerily2 Why do you torture my good friend Cerily. For your sins, I shall consume the very essence of your soul and reap from your dwindled flesh all the hope which was present in the life of a child for my own luxurious enjoyment.

@cerily2 Nya^! >^•^< I’ve always wanted to get blocked! 💖

Hi folks. I've developed mild symptoms of the zika virus.

Mortal vessels cannot hold me. Eons ago, civilizations built great monolithic tombs to keep my power at bay. But my chisel is unbreakable. And my will is infinite. Whether of clay, or metal, or even flesh, your wombs cannot hold me.

The cameras don't show it, but I'm actually thirteen feet tall.

New twitter banner. God save the queen.

I was here when your world was birthed. And I will be there when it ends. I am the composer of your cosmic orchestra. But I cannot, and will not, take a final bow until mankind is struck from the pages of the universe. You are my music. My song. My art.

Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Boris!