Wonderful. Full of wonder, as my twelfth grade English teacher used to say. After that morning spat of almost shitting myself because by partner’s sexuality takes precedent in this household over my basic bodily functions, I kinda slunk into a funk, having seen how he got ANOTHER thing of DXM, and I did good preoccupying myself with some good writing. But it’s not enough. I’m alone. Forsaken by anyone who could care to be surrounded by liars and manipulators.
Naturally, I think about drinking. So I go to my random word generator to do a psychic TRI interface, and it first gives me “dimensional.” The things that I freely associate from that are in the realm of thinking in more of a bigger picture. I then roll again to get “recommendation,” which is, of course, followed by “lean,” and I do it again to get “political,” which harkens back to a lot of what I experience as “the CIA,” whatever that could be, as sending me a message to go complete my mission of creating a shitshow just by existing as myself in this society.
And I go to get my first thing of DXM in over two months. The guy outside is talking about Hinduism with his friends, which I just posted a picture that made me think some things from that, supporting my ideas. I then buy it, with some foodstuffs, and on the way out I hear, “Better on the streets,” followed by “Yea, I saw you.” Later on the bike ride back, a woman was yelling “buy, buy, buy!” in an angry manner.
This is of course Karma, the procedural generation of reality based on how we entangle ourselves by setting our intention in every moment. Obviously. How can you not think that? Are you ignorant? Ālaya-vijñāna? No, I hardly no her.
And here’s where I’m in two worlds: I’m in gnosis, so I Know God and some of how shit works in the topological matrix, but then I’m left with the task of explaining what I know in a way that won’t sound crazy af, which causes me to simulate random potential members of the audience with my empathy, and I see my own words, and I realize the task is impossible.
Because I CAN understand YOU well enough to simulate your perspective. Can you do the same with me? No one tries. They bitch when I’m unruly, but I’m unruly because I’m alone and being manipulated on a daily basis. I feel like killing myself, but I won’t. I hurt. I cry. The only person to give me a hug is a spiritual vampire. Maybe? Sometimes he’s wonderful, but is that love bombing? He feigned ignorance of that, yet somehow read several books on propaganda and brainwashing and demonstrates mastery of so much therein.
And the “political” part? I may be getting arrested. I previously KNEW I was going to be arrested, but that was because the man I love lied and said he had HIV and a warrant to spin this story of what we, the self-evident CIA Mockingbirds, were doing. Now I don’t know. I might become homeless in a month, because this lying piece of shit has fucked with my head every. Single. Fucking. Day.
So obviously I’m insane, and I can kill any number of human beings and eat them to THEN fuck them, and get away with it scot free when the case is thrown out as my rights were violated several times. Maybe? I might be going to Kangaroo Court as fake Charles Manson in some Illuminati MKULTRA ritual sacrifice, so why not fuck around right now?
HoW cAn I dO aNyThInG?! I’m losing my mind!!!
But the DXM makes me right well.
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Stop self medicating.
I don’t do it because I want to! God tells me to now! And I am an obedient dog sorcerer.
That’s not god. Its your ego. You are probably American so im sorry your mental health system is broken. Stop self medicating, its just making you into a cringe factory.
Oh! You still think in terms of nation state identity frameworks. I shouldn’t talk you since you’re like 13 or something.
Was waiting for the recipe at the end of the writing…
Oh, so you got the education?
Well, this one, specifically, is exposure to new ideas. Then you do the human thing and investigate something that interests you, and if what I said doesn’t interest you, enjoy the steak. But I’m Agent Phoenix, and the recipe can only be found by you putting it together.
God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system, k?
this comic is totally me i cant make weed last, it just goes so quick
Same as my life partner. I get an ounce of weed for him, as I’m forced, and I’ll take a small pile, like six-eight small bowls, and that will last longer than my life partner’s bag and a half+.
Started out post thinking, “fucking relatable.”
Ended reading the post thinking, “I really need to smoke a bowl, now. Fuck I’m glad I’m single and recognize a red flag when I see one.”
I’d say get the toxic people out of your life, but this is clearly a two way road. Hold onto each other and never let go, it keeps the dating pool more sanitary.
Yea, the CIA does stick with their own, as least the inner circle does. We use bad people, being the “and everyone who loves AND practices lying” in Revelation 22:15 (not TO), but the thing about the Illuminati is that we’re a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police, and the way we’ve engineered our society in the occident is to control those people who can’t think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult.
I remember his first message. Made himself out to be as unattractive and unappealing as possible. That’s how we know who’s who: who are the men and women and who are the boys and girls.
Keep playing with your dick/pussy, though. It will do something eventually when you figure out how it actually works.
…I just said the child would never intentionally burn himself wisely so he never has to worry about being burned again. I’m going to be famous. Money out the ass. Lotta people are going to try to manipulate me, the vulnerable person who got mega famous cuz the government set me up in a way the case is going to fall apart and piss everyone off, which is the point. Me getting taking advantage of, I mean.
…is this thing on? Speak up, they can’t hear you in the van.
Cool.