Today the CIA gang-stalkers said I’m supposed to get drunk and hit on cashiers. Be friendly at least. Hard. Can’t do what the cross-talkers said to do in a Demonstrative Performative Transmission; just talk. Oh what I’d do today? Oh well, y’know, my CIA life partner is in the hospital as part of his ploy to defraud the government in which he shoe-horned my help in this matter by having me report honestly at how he is manipulating me just as he manipulates doctors. Oh, and I wrote a poem. Jacked off once. Wrote 2k words in that true story of me getting taken advantage of by the cult. God talked to me again, he said…what? American Gladiator? You watched that all weekend? Oh, I see you have the full capacity to empathize with me. Better open up about how I like my sister’s feet. And this is what I live with. Never good enough. Dad beat tf outta me. Shit in my soul. Won’t even talk to me now. Not good enough. Well, all you fucks are gunna feel my wrath in Heaven.

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      The cult I was taken advantage of by was a different thing, as was my sex cult built around incestuous necrophilia. Different still is the cult my aunt was in

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      My cult is an educational (f)art project where I teach philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills plus some other stuff that’s good to know to help people heal and self-actualize. Also seperate the wheat from the weeds. Also, incriminate myself left n right, for some reason.

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        I’m not sure if I’ve had too much weed or you have (I grabbed some live resin the other day and the damn shit ass pretty cat stole it in the middle of the night. She let out the same “mighty roar” she does when she is hunting bras so I didn’t think much about it. Look how smug she looks. But it’s probably me) but I’m only following about half of what you said/typed.


        Fucking shit ass cat stealing my weed.

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          The purpose of the sacrament is to see life from a different angle. I’ve abused tf outta drugs, but I’m doing alright now. I fucked up last night with Benadryl because I have literally no one but liars in my corner, but you should be more careful with your weed. Your cat is cute, but you’re corrupting him from his previous trajectory of working eight hours a day, five days a week as a dishwasher.

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    Not good enough God says! Gotta go higher! Gotta go farther! Gotta be faster! Every day of my life is not good enough AND THE MAN WHO DID THIS TO ME IS TOO GOOD TO TALK TO HIS OWN SON. But be sure to collect $200 when you pass Go. Wouldn’t want you to care or anything.

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      Not good enough for the mental health sub. Heh. Cuz I stated my sexuality in a skillful, conscious manner to teach broader concepts that everyone should know, and I called the sub a buncha Nazis, which was a prophecy that came true!

      Weird how evil small communities can become. What’s that going to look like in trn years, I wonder? They wonder. They wonder why tf you’re in charge of a prominent community. Maxwell house mother fuckers. That’s where your “par” is.

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              No I’m just like this. I got upset because the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police described the the New Testament goaded me into realizing I can network with this virtuous grisettes working as cashier every morning, and it pissed me off because [complicated trauma]. So I did my art to process the emotions. Would you read something of me in a better headspace for writing? It’s a lotta emotions at once, y’see. But I’m a skilled righter and performance fartist and I do this for me as much as other people because the occasional person gets caught in a whirlpool and goes digging and learns a lot because this is my educational art project.