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Isn't she wonderful...

Look at what you have done.
Yukio [April 2026]: Short "fiction" written by (unironically) a piece of human garbage. Seen's philosophy was to write about lived experience but embellish it and twist in ways that gratified himself, so yes these stories are based on real events and embellished to be self masturbatory for himself. Sean's only intentions with women are as sexual objects, to gratify him and empower his own "sexual energy" so he can attract more people to exploit. I have left the darling up to control the narrative, as I can do that since I built the space. Seen is incapable of building such a system because he is uninspired and stupid, thus this is the best way to view his past work. So you may view his disgusting writing keeping in mind his intentions with every woman he has ever come across and will come across no matter their relation to his friends or with respect to any common decency, are as objects of sexual gratification for himself. This will never not be the case for him, this is his baseline. I can only apologize for previously thinking this was not the case and being manipulated, we all have lost a lot of time. For those harmed, I am deeply sorry but we can only learn to never let these kinds of people in our lives by only understanding who they are, not deleting them so they can crawl back into the shadows and hurt more people. The following is a record of harm and the work of Ottawa's own Sean O'Farrell:

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Intoxication, Interlinked

All year, no matter how many drugs I took, I could not bring myself to a state of intoxication. It was hellish, torturous; there was nothing to shield...

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Spirit Animal

The forest begins sparse. There’s a crunch under my feet with every step. This time of year, people don’t really come out here, so the snow is evenly...

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Letters of a Scorned Lover

##May 10th Wilhelm, my one true friend, I must offer my sincerest apologies for not writing sooner. I have suffered greatly in not seeking your council on...

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The Eternal Antagonism Between The Sexes

Being a good person is not a prerequisite for being in my favour. I am friends with liars, cheaters, scoundrels, whores, infidels, sodomites. What I seek out in...

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Coping

I fell asleep thinking about you last night. I was grinning like mad as my mind took flight. Tossing and turning, picturing a life we might...

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Half-Life

The first things you learn about Steve you learn in stories retold by people who know him. “That guy’s crazy.” “I heard he collects tumors like Pokémon cards. I mean,...

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Soulmates and other made-up bullshit

I’m a man who believes in true love. I believe in soulmates, I believe somewhere out there, somewhere among the great big human personality matrix is my orthogonal...

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Crest

Why do some waves crest Before they ever reach the shore It is like they build up too fast And can't be bothered anymore...

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Present day, Present time

What need have I to write it knowing That my life has become the poem Humans snicker and sneer They cry and they fear ...

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Nonconsensual Muse

*\*Clink\** A high-pitched noise, the sound of metal on stone *\*Clink\** *\*Clink\** The source of the noise, a hammer and chisel meticulously stripping away thin layers of marble. The statue is...

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Shorting the Sexual Market

The sexual revolution is alive and well, and it will not be televised\! Instead, it will be posted on Instagram stories. Infographics about consent, about how...

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Venus Fly Trap Woman

I had gotten to know her when I was indisposed. Taken. In love. It was therefore easy to observe her from an outsider’s perspective. Thank God for that....

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New Years Kiss

New Years Kiss On my ribs, With your fist What's all this, Winter Mist When she speaks, With a lisp What she says, Feels...

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A woman possessed

I still remember that camping trip, it will be forever burned into the wrinkles in my brain--for one very particular reason. I had never, up to that point,...

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