Will you prove that for me?

I’m scissor your little sister, if you’d let me, which is obviously a joke about cannibalism, which is a sport I’m quite good at.

No, I just frequently bleed from the anus. I am quite good at it. Like half a liter a day, I could do. According to “science.” Stupid bimbalasts as the righteous Christ did speak with authority to say nothing.

I don’t even know how the repolds work as the system recongenisizing itself has nine one six over two, and that’s even to keep me outta jail, I think.

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

Manila and math, which is red

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.

No I’m goading you into showing more of your true colors.

Y’know, I was in CPEP once, and this guy came in. Real annoying type. Goaded a guy into hitting him. The guy who hit him got arrested. Do you know what my job is? This is part of it.

Retard think WE, as in, us two, are communicating privately.

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No Gottleib abd Targaryan don’t mean anything to me, just as phenomequalitesselation means nothing to you. I know the rates a person gets caught in my orbit. I knew how to get 100k-250k views on my profile per day six years ago. It’s unsustainable and you can’t work with everyone who gets caught in your orbit. Lemmy is a little different. It doesn’t have a depth of culture. Even the occult communities don’t know what to do with me cuz they’re used to dealing with you. I break systems, bro. With my giant, adamantium balls. You rockin’ what the freelights doth wither, or do I need to bring a spoon for you, too?

No he was a musician.

No, that’s just one of my roles.

I think eleven year olds have feet. I have long since suspected this fact, but I do not know. Also, more? Like, there’s at least seven types of people I’m networking with. And they don’t read this. And those that do, well, they’re seeking help. I help people be better people. That’s my main duty. I do education, and I market it. The favt that you choose to oust yourself as an idoltarer is just bonus to what I do.

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.

Do you ever know where the big bopper went? He’s a cop now.

Nah, it’s to see which Romans stab with a spear, as you’re doing. Y’know other people see this stuff? I deliberately do this, just like that woman who visited the Samaritan Center in Syracuse is skimpy clothing so other people would see who stared at them. Investigators learn who I am. As in, I play a generalized character, so you’re mocking a disabled person making art in a way that exposes…ah, you’re prolly a good person, right? Gossiping like you are. That’s what good people do.

What’s down dicking then?

Been three years bro

I eat my own ass worth of cookies every day abd I hardly ever bothered to what it cones to be in as it were to be, even.

I am orthogonally relative to my own hide, chthlogically speaking, of course. You eat dog?

I put dogs in the ass of sailors back when you were just cthudging your mother’s flamourous cunt. You pidgeon-holed little turkey wither. Go back to gramma. She’s got a dog for you. Solvent green is flavors of the Irish.