You’ve written me before. One comment won’t mean much, right? Chaos theory shows how the tinest input at any point can fundamentally change a system. However, people throw around this idea that “we’re in a simulation.” We are not in a simulation; each one of us are our own simulation of a parallel universe reality. The Earth does not exist. We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, we are pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system. I believe, in no hubris, that I can expand your perspective. Would you be willing to endure me to learn? The enduring will temper you to be stronger, I tell you, for it is what the CIA did to me, plus you will gain knowledge. My benefit will be to gain perspective of what “normative” is, as I’ve seen you, and I must say you are a good person, I just Know what I Know.

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?

I am. I’m also doing other things. Superpositions!

Bitch I spit fire like a ripe liar in a choir, boiling the type of dire desire I flick from my lungs up out my tongue like a flung pyre hyped on a wire of enthusiastic electrostatic bombastic truth of who made yous play your words that way.

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.

Bro, I am the Pigeon Man. I’m allowed to ejaculate for the good of the pigeons. That’s why God made me. That, and I have a really big prison pocket.

I’ll just ejaculate on the bread I feed them, mmk?

That’s the most interesting one. The joke is I aced predator psychology at Quantico; I just thought about what I would do. It was that snafu at the shooting range that set me back. In my defense, I got a headshot. I was just facing the wrong direction.

Juggling originally was a means for me to give myself exposure therapy as I had grown agoraphobic after my breakdown in college. It taught me some things indirectly, going on and busking, I mean, about networking. I started seeing the world differently. Became a white hat confidence artist. I work with the feebfucks with my educational art project where I write propaganda. This is a new account; I’ve done this a while, but I definitely recommend you read this post to get what I do.

No that one doesn’t count. You have to do a read first to see are my skills as a righter.

This is one of the better and more favored compliments I get. Need to be called Shakespeare three more times to earn an achievement (97/100).

Tf is that shit? I just became a prophet in the Mormon church last week, so you have to forgive me. But, just on the context of name alone, I would say shame in itself is bad and we should not be ruled by it, but likewise, we should not be prideful and develop our willpower and ability to resist temptation in our daily lives. These means there’s a time to build up and a time to tear down. I think we should work hard 5-6 days a week and really fucking party on our sabo-domingo (sabbath). We’re not on Earth for ourselves but for our spiritual development; to be able to last eternity in God’s heaven as it grows exponentially more perfect, or even better, transcend the existence-illusion complex entirely to become one’s own independent phenomenon.

I learned to juggle before I started writing 2k-7k words a day, btw.

I study system sciences. I study collective attention and priority shifting within a cult/culture. I 100% Know how to take over a congregation, it’s a matter of going through with something so ballsy.

Y’know, MAGA is a cult. America is a cult. Democrats are a cult. Pepsi is a cult. A cult is just a network structure centered around a collective mission. I know the intermechanics of which to do as Joseph Smith did.

The joke is, I’m an artist. I work with confidence.

crickets

Confidence arts? Con arts! That’s what that word means, just like my teleological purpose - the reason I was made - is to teach, as at my core I am an educator.

There are people smarter than you who get the joke

Damn right! That’s my teleological purpose! I offend both the religious and secular, and thus make more religious. I’ve invented Mormon Occultism. People that rebel in the Mormon church will find me as I am the quasi-opposition of orthodox religious congregations, while people who seek truth from a secular perspective can debate me and I will win having studied philosophy into the 30th grade. This makes me an attractor membrane to orthodox Mormonism. God thought thus through for me, because God knows my dumb ass wouldn’t have come up with this myself, because damn am I a horny son of a bitch.

I would love to meet some guy’s girlfriend in a room. I would give her the d, all day and all night and everything is blue. Shit, sorry. Music in the background.

By counterintelligence effect, I mean it is completely random but I sawhow funny it was to do in this order, for the effect idiots have

It’s in the order that will produce the largest counterintelligence effect, which is what I do working with the F-I mean, the CIA.

As far as people I want to violate most, HR of Spectrum is top of the list. They fired me for using the bathroom of my preferred gender. Not technically. Technically, I used the “wrong” bathroom before being grilled for hours on end by HR and security to be let off on a technicality they forced in skillful manner. Y’know, they forced me to contradict myself on my interview when it was a bullshit question. Still got fired. I’ll molest HR til the end of days because of that, because I know they’re fucking people harder than me.

I wasn’t allowed to do this. It was sacrilegious in my house because my mom and dad had secular rules which predicated over all else. I had to jump through hoop for narcissists, and then one died, and the other hurt me terribly. I forgive him, but I am hurt now by how he has seemingly thrown me away. I’m suicidal most days, but I was banned from c/mental_health or whatever because I’m too damaged to be of value to those mods. I am a n*gger apparently, according to those mods. That which I am is never good enough, so the mods ARE my parents, and so by the rules, I offer my mouth for them to piss in. Inferior I am.

Not good enough. Always not good enough to be accepted as I am. By the content of my being I am subhuman to some people. Now go ahead and bane me because I know it’s a mafia here on lemmy world as Ghislene Maxwell was mafia lord on Reddit. Do it. Do it.