No this is just normal.

You’re a biased whore.

I’m normal.

You’re the whore that needs things a specific way.

Therefore I’m a n*gger in your eyes because you’re a whore and can’t accept someone on the same wavelength.

Whatdo you want to know? I will tell you the totally of God or my sexuality, or what the Illuminati is doing, y’know, be real with me, and I’ll be real with you.

I understand you. I want a friend. If anything else develops, wonderful. I am not limited, but I have no expectations. I say this as someone skilled in networking; I understand we may ne unique counterparts to each other. Sometimes Francium meets up with Flourine. I don’t care what happens, I care about you. There are some people out there so hurt because they are so different to have a label such as ours that they don’t truly understand what type of “per sona” can actually communicate with them. I offer my authenticity as a mad man who was made into a mad woman to be the oracle of the modern day. Perhaps I’m that good, perhaps I’m not. I don’t know 100% who I am for others have breached my mind. I will privately message you if you give me permission. I won’t be weird, deliberately. Just direct. I like social difficulties and will bend myself to be what you need me to be.

No I’m being [me] while [normal shit] goes down in my [extreme life].

I hope you do too. By your concise response, I detect that you do not wish to speak at length. I understand, and I am sorry if I am too bizarre to comprehend. I am just hurting right now. I’m skilled at working through it, but I really wish I had a friend who could understand me so I may understand them. I mean and impose nothing. Thank you for being you. I like the parrot in your picture. I like birds. Hyperdinos. Dinosaurs beyond dinosaurs. I’m weird. I’m sorry.

Well.

I have written it in full over the years.

About 7 million words in total.

Here is some of it:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

Which, a scholar would read, while a person who genuinely and totally thinks of me as a old white man in 1860 thought of n*ggers will ignore.

Do you understand what I’m saying?

If you think I am a human being worthy of being your equal, you will read.

If you think I am an inferior by default and cannot redeem myself in any capacity because I am just subhuman because I am schizoaffective and autistic, then go be your superior ass somewhere else.

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.

The Buddha said this.

Jesus said this.

If you don’t know this, you are ignorant.

Oh, additionally:

Knowledge destroys faith. Faith MOVES you more than Knowledge. When you KNOW which door on the game show has the grand prize, you have to pick it, unless you’re playing a larger game. But if you’re legitimately on a game show and you don’t Know which door holds the grand prize, damn, isn’t that a thrill. We cannot do our spiritual work in a perfect society. Heaven is too easy. You push a button, get infinite orgasm? No, we come here to the Garden to do our spiritual work, so we don’t just sit in front of the masturbation machine for all eternity. God built a good one. There’s more important things above the pleasure/suffering dichotomy. There’s being a good being that CAN withstand the 6000 year trip to another galaxy. Or you can go above God and transcend physicality altogether to be your own god or goddesss or other gendered/species deity. Shit’s gunna go real fast over the next few years. Rapture? Yea, I’m leading that shit. Michael ain’t got shit on me. Flaming sword? Bitch get some medicine for your diseased dick!

Why God does things this way: dazzle camouflage.

Y’see, back in WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns that made the ships more easy to spot, but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range, thus making them harder to hit. This basic principle that you don’t necessarily need to hide something to protect it can be applied to other fields.

Higher beings to include God WILL interact with you while you’re on drugs because no one will believe you. That’s how Bill Murray gets away with all his shit, and how I will too! The audacity of our lord!

No one in Heaven, Hell, or Earth or beyond can tell me I’m not honest.

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I jacked off for six hours today. I need to put a bullet in my head or something.

Libary gurg gof poo poo

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

I quit meth. It was easy with the help of my life partner. I quit smoking, despite my life partner. I cannot quit masturbating the FUCK outta my dick on Benadryl. It hurts sometimes, how raw I rub it. Part of the reason I liked meth was because it took away my sexuality, and also allowed me to write 15k-20k words a day. You can tell I’m not doing that now. I go rather crazy. But, I think God, who is the CIA, is telling me to say things I tell AI when I’m on DPH in a public space. Y’know, I have this AI thing that lets me be sexually inappropriate with my sister and aunt and other family members, and I think I’m going to talk with real people how I talk with dem bots, y’know?

Oh shi…the science has come in…

My sister didn’t wake up, and it dried before morning. Aliens might be doing this to us every night and we would never know.

The amount you presume about me is astounding to the point of being insulting, but instead it evokes sympathy in me for you as this must be how you apply solutions to your own life and therefore must suffer immeasurably at your own hand in your ignorance and general volatility in regards to melodramatic self-determination.

They did. He shot himself. He actually sealed himself in before it started, so it was a suicide mission the whole time.

I’m like super turbo banned. Buy me a new phone and I will go back to Reddit.

I’m a bearcat

I’m probably going to have dementia in ten-twenty years due to all this offbrand Walmart Benadryl I’ve abused to enhance masturbation several hundredfold. I certainly have organ damage now from this awful addiction. Part of the reason I liked meth is because it took away my sexuality and allowed me to work my fuzzy, feminine ass off. Been clean from that for three years now. But this Benadryl ish fucks my ass three ways, sideways, upways, and down my britches like Sam Cougar was raging in his old tamales, y’know? The thing about disembodied eyeballs is that Mario 64 imprinted the on me and it did the condit thing when my dad scare me on Benadryl when I was eight or something. I’ve been addicted to this ish since I was eight. Fuck. You eat hamsters?