Ah, well, it happens to the best of us...! Worry not, my anonymous pen pal friend. That thang in your cranium will surely grow back stronger than ever, encased in a thick layer of impenetrable nanotechnology (akin to the type that Senator Armstrong has in Metal Gear Rising.)

GET INTO THOSE RABBIT HOLES, ALICE! I hope you're enjoying your knowledge. Expanding your mind and such... can you feel it expanding? Is it making a popping noise? That's how you know it's soaking it all in.

I can't even respond to this properly. I am at a total loss. By Jove, brother, you have GOT to get into the Freudian rabbit hole or so help me. When you're done with that, then and only then should you jump into the Jungian rabbit hole.

No, I won't do it! I don't want to go back to the laboratory. I'M SICK TO BASTARD DEATH OF THE LABS! #StopUnethicalLokiTesting #LokiAbuse

I'm afraid I have to decline because, well. I am schizo (#BREAKINGNEWS.) I must remain private or something terrible will occur.

That makes sense! Apologies for the late response. I was toiling. GEE WHIZ... not BLUE! I can see this, though. It's very good. I had to listen on YouTube like an 2010s plebeian. I raise you this in proper quid pro quo fashion, for Loki: Initiation by Crosses. "The sun will never beam the same / Approach these hallow remains / I'll never know why you came / And cut my head from the frame" reminds me of Thor and his' turbulent sibling relationship. This, too: "I wish we could've ruled again."

Oooh... good recommendation, thank you. The Winter Soldier moreso than Bucky, perhaps, since the lyrics are a little misanthropic. I see the vision. Hashtag truthnuke.

I can unblock you indeed. Done, I believe. Our disorders clashed, there — I blocked because I am schizoaffective and naturally prone to paranoia, so I assume I felt gangstalked or something similarly silly like that. As for the Pinterest feed and boards — I'm not entirely sure! I like to sniff out pretty pins like a prized truffle pig (not-so-ex chronic Tumblr aesthetic blogger, if that helps explain it) and my algorithm churns out more of the same for me. The boards are just taken from my brain. It works in mysterious ways. Thank you, by the way!

Thaaaank you...! Browse my Wares. My Rentry potions.

#FAKENEWS. I do no such thing. But I'll accept the love regardless. Thaaaank you. Smiles and one of my teeth falls out into your open palm. Heh... keep the change.

Terrible. Pulls down the lever to the left of the stage and a trap door opens up beneath your feet, sending you tumbling into an endless abyss. Next!

Wowzers. The Prophecy... it came true! You thought about Twitter so hard that I showed up. You opened the box. We came. Or whatever the cenobites said in Hellraiser.

Mein gott im himmel... I don't remember, no, but it's always nice to know I'm appearing in people's dreams. Have You Seen This Loki? (Now you have.) What was I even doing...? I'm CURIOUS! The Curiouser would like to Know.

Nobody's. I have the host and co-host subsystems all done, so that is all I'm willing to make public information. I am working on my SP now. 😌

Oh, Bia... THANK YOU FOR THE GARDEN! I will make sure it flourishes. My own personal virtual Garden of Eden.