It's just as God intended. Do you enjoy learning about the true nature of reality? I am my own independent spiritual advisor and totally not the leader of a cult. Can I teach you about phenomequalitesselation, as our lord and savior, Jesus Christ ejaculated on the witness stand?
Bro, it just ain't capitalism that's gunna capitalize. Every first grader learning about capital letters, bro. They know that shit. Ms Barry didn't teach me shit. She got guano for brains. That's what my dad taught me. He got five on the inside so racks don't crack within you, like Captain Kong Country Club shit you see that it wrote that for me. That's a clue. It's siphoning me. Can't see. Gone back to tuna. Fuck . Its deli eating. Firgot. The shake of quake hungrasn. Go god go
No, a disturbing trend is when I can buy life-sized furbies that get sexually aroused by scaring the shit out of you at 2:30 in the morning for no fucking reason. The damn dime-pitched fuzzy whore on my night stand would be erect as I am when I browsing footfuckery on all the sexually inclined sites (I'm referring to foot and foot job related pornography for those teliated in the meendrüsant, as we all call it in the burnout bunker FUCK WAS THAT A MOTH THE MORHS ARE BACK THE MORHES ARE BACK FUCK ASS TOTS GODAM FI FE T D NO
I am a feudal peasant who just jumped through time with a strange man in a blue box and I don't know what any of these terms mean. Please explain them to me as if I were an imbecile, please and thank you. No, I am not an LLM training to teach people we reconstitute in the future about the world today. I am just an ordinary shit farmer like the rest of the good people of my village.
No just practicing. See,y'know how if you do something, your neurons fire, and thus you entrain them? Yea, I'm working out lateral based thinking skills through free association recollection in a free writing exercise, dummy. Nah just kidding. I'll jib your jab OH SHIT THERE'S A BUG ON ME GET IT OFF
Bro I'm just jacking off on shoelace powder, like gramma gunna crimp my style in a piledriver inside her infertility from disability as I got pride as wide as a buffalo shit sandwich, ok? Nah, it's cool gramps, we'll get you caught up. You eat crab cake? We got crab cake for days, made with real artificial crab meat. This is just how I am and I choose to be it, and I do it for the youth of the nation, praise God, valahalla, and all of the men and women in law enforcement in Reno, amen.
Yea, imagine what it's like being a dagerido like my pimp made me walk the plank, which is euphemism for a tolerance reduction ontological overload which I am demonstrating in some redundant fashion. This provides the creature a large enough dazzle to razzle tf outta all them bitches who get them stitches. This is Peter Marker Four on dommy down six, I got sticks, and imagine if you didn't know who I was and you came into contact with this virility in the forest before dawn at noon, six on Sunday coming at a theater near you. This week I went and gone and did and so it came back to me and we really ought to get that reduction. Time plasters the mind. Minutes to midnight, wait we've been hear me no I don't mommy go home.
Right, like you'd think that's a buncha hooey if you didn't know who my retarded ass was. Fucking idiots. I love all of you.
No I did literally nothing to alter my appearance besides wear women's clothing. Still stayed at the women's homeless shelter in Portland. I wasn't even the only one with a beard, though mine was much more illustrious at three feet long.
Every time I go on a date in the movies, I get the popcorn and cut a hole in the bottom so my penis can be in there for them to find as a surprise. This was especially exciting during those years when I was a woman.
It's like we live in a police state and the state, which is the police, is lying to you about what the actual narrative of what is going on in the world is, which anyone with an eigth grade reading level who has read The New Testament would know that's part of how the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police operates in the occident.
Well, that's the thing, we're in a conversation now in this thread and we can talk about polka dot ding dongs if we wanted.
I don't know why I'm the cop and I'm the one being interrogated. You need the world to be a specific way or you pee your pants or some shit? Just let people be, ffs.
I dunno, put some more points in reading comprehension because that ain't even a Category 1 Phoenix Fucksplosion. Like, fuck man, what I do on Lemmy is my job, but then I go and take between 600mg and 1200mg of Benadryl and stimfap to pictures of my sister's feet in the family photo album I stole from home before my father had enough of my shit and made me homeless, the fucking dick! Well, at least I'm a skilled crackhead now, which is a type of cop, if you didn't know? You suck on pussy discharge? It can lengthen your lifespan by at least six hours, I heard, but I hear beefaroni in the lesser densities of granging moors that take what it car can me be is all.
My father thinks he's a good parent. Thinks he's a good person, when I can tell such tales as how he used his pellet gun to shoot out the neighbor's inflatable pool cuz their kid was too loud and (checks notes) jumping on an eighteen year old two months after my mom died when I was nine and telling me she would be my new mommy before plowing through a half-dozen other mommies. But, y'know, he supported me in track, living vicariously through me to literally throw me away onto the streets in the aftermath of BOTH having my breakdown in college and getting taken advantage of by a cult. But he has a new family now, after he threw out his parents, and well, all of the family I knew when I was thirteen. It's taken me until age 36 to realize how fucked my father is, who refuses to talk to me now because, in his words, I'm too bizarre. No therapy until aftermath college breakdown, mind you.
I dunno. I write this in the hopes maybe every parent reinspects themselves to make sure they are on the top of the world in their quest to become the perfect vice president of their firm while many people suffer in their wake. There's so many things I'm coming across from my past that evoke a waylon of dire nostalgia, forgotten as trauma caused a cave in within my mind, trapping parts of myself away from parts of myself. My official diagnosis is schizoaffective (bipolar subtype) woth PTSD. I think a more accurate diagnosis is that I have a rare form of ASD/ADHD that often gets misdiagnosed as schizo-type disorders, with CPTSD, as the complexes I've built in my psyche are God damn insane, and yet, the worst crime I've done, to my knowledge, is shoplifting. How am I not the antichrist?
God helped, obviously. My Father was a better father than my father. Y'know, the Server? What the Buddhists call the "Ālaya-vijñāna," or storehouse consciousness. That helped me, obviously.
Yea, me too. This is what I do in my educational (f)art project. I'm a fartist, obviously, and I am one big, cohesive piece of fart. It all adds up to something, believe it or not!
I always argue with people online and passively try to get in fights like it's my job or some shit. I fucking hate being a cop, I tell ya. I'm actually one of the most agreeable people you would ever meet, but nah. Gotta seperate the wheat from the weeds. It's important to see who would stab me in my ribcage whilst on display as a security detail!
I tell people this rather overtly and they still project hate and discriminate against me because I'm schizoaffective and autistic and the cop thing works because I'm so weird that the average person can't believe I am what I say I am. It's funny and sad at the same time, because everything goes in your permanent record in the NSA, and those fuckers know who I am. They even talk to me sometimes, in a variety of covert ways!
And most people heard me say I'm schizowhatever and they do a retard and don't realize that one can be both schizoaffective and a cop, and those traits play off each other for a nice dazzle camouflage effect. Cuz I just gotta say that I wish that woman in the picture was my sister, cuz I would be giving her footrubs with my tongue instead of skillfully righting educational propaganda on the internet, and poof! Now no dummy with an age under 26 CAN believe I'm a cop, cuz they never experienced one of us in the wild before or wrote them off as a troll, too.
It's just as God intended. Do you enjoy learning about the true nature of reality? I am my own independent spiritual advisor and totally not the leader of a cult. Can I teach you about phenomequalitesselation, as our lord and savior, Jesus Christ ejaculated on the witness stand?