Bro, you think the Earth is real.
I don’t know how to relay how retarded your ass is.
Bro, you think the Earth is real.
I don’t know how to relay how retarded your ass is.


You lying apparition of my own malaised mind, get going, get the god damn capella outta your Ruby Tuesdays, it is now time to vamoose as I have a large scale bowel movement, at least a category three with much moonlighting in the kumquat Comcast complicity confinement, obviously. You dig, or do I have to get rid of a fistula for you good sir and/or ma’am and/or etc?


I put dog shit in my ass and Google knew five minutes before it happened, filmed it, and sold it back to me as a custom highlight of my home alone shenanigans. I find this a bit egregious, personally.
Bitch, we talking to you through your phone’s keyboard’s predictive text and by rearranging your social media feed and you think that’s mysterious capitalism doing a magick psychic instead of, like, us.


Wat wat in the butt


But did it goes to film in as a way to go through into the main places that be are and in on to be? Obviously, but not whether it won’t will to be, and then it is, as it does. Not that I do that sort of thing, y’know?


Shit, now how will I manufacture illegal sex toys and sex toy accessories in a covert, anonymous fashion? Woe is me…


If only the Earth was real, because if it was, we would be in a lotta trouble. Fuck. I can’t imagine what life is like for all the ignorant people out there who don’t know basic metaphysics.
I figured that out 13-14 years ago after I had figured out how to have a life with maximums pleasure and minimum responsibility. Additionally, I figured out lucid dreaming and literally did anything I wanted maybe a third to half of nights. It was hell after a minute. Completely unfulfilling. You gotta have a mission, something bigger than yourself to fight for, and it has to have a significant degree of unpredictability. That makes life fulfilling.
I do suffer, but I am doing a bit. I play an autobiographical character to help market my educational art project to theoretical past versions of myself who still suffer as I used to. I guarantee what you perceive does not reflect the nature of my suffering, and “suffering” is not the same as “suffering” when I was young. One thing is certain: my life is not in any way “normal,” and I’ll let the annals of my work speak for me there.
But also, trick question: could you spare any change, sir? The king’s got us on all sorts of marbled shitflaps this time of year.


You should get help for that obsession you have. It’s really weird to live rent-free in someone’s head like this for a basic application of grammar for [Effect], and I would appreciate if you do me a solid and let me outta there, bro. You’re fucking my shit up, keeping me inside you like this. I came last week, ffs!


The entanglement process of Karma is what determines what is procedurally generated in your monadic existence, but we choose these lives of ours with the specific trials we personally face as part of a larger process where we have built Heaven - a society that grows ever more perfect eternally - but found we were maladapted for it in some capacity, so we chose the life we now have to specifically unentangle ourselves from our maladaptations.
It said centipedes, bro. I know the internet I helped make. I take full responsibility for Chrischan, and if all of the collective parties punishment against me can be directed into proportional sizes to destroy my rectum, then we will collect those votes…and, oh look, it’s unanimous. God save the King, the bitch-ass he is!
I made this meme like ten years ago:

Do you get it? The police state is two thousand years old. The New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level. Epstein was a Mossad agent - so, a cop - and is thus alive because of that. We do something called pairing, which is a big part of how “the battle is won,” according to them dum dum Christians, and so Epstein was paired with Maxwell, and thus Epstein disappeared and there are many loose ends of parallel investigations that just go poof, as far as suspicion of rats in criminal networks go. Trump/Hunter Biden/Clintons are all cops. That’s how won the battle is. We don’t give evil a chance to reach power. But, I’m just some retard doing his counterintelligence job on the internet.


I wrote part of this for you. May illuminate something, I suspect, given your username and incapacity to synthesize reality for yourself.


If you truly cared about me, you would stop observing me and investigate me. A comment I made just this morning will inform you of your ignorance.


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My high school was union free and was the best high school because of it. Well, that and how Solvay, NY teachers have sex with students, like Ashley Ramirez, who tore my heart out for a better grade. True story.