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I put dog shit in my ass and Google knew five minutes before it happened, filmed it, and sold it back to me as a custom highlight of my home alone shenanigans. I find this a bit egregious, personally.
Impractical_Island
joined 4 months ago
Bitch, we talking to you through your phone's keyboard's predictive text and by rearranging your social media feed and you think that's mysterious capitalism doing a magick psychic instead of, like, us.
I figured that out 13-14 years ago after I had figured out how to have a life with maximums pleasure and minimum responsibility. Additionally, I figured out lucid dreaming and literally did anything I wanted maybe a third to half of nights. It was hell after a minute. Completely unfulfilling. You gotta have a mission, something bigger than yourself to fight for, and it has to have a significant degree of unpredictability. That makes life fulfilling.
I do suffer, but I am doing a bit. I play an autobiographical character to help market my educational art project to theoretical past versions of myself who still suffer as I used to. I guarantee what you perceive does not reflect the nature of my suffering, and "suffering" is not the same as "suffering" when I was young. One thing is certain: my life is not in any way "normal," and I'll let the annals of my work speak for me there.
But also, trick question: could you spare any change, sir? The king's got us on all sorts of marbled shitflaps this time of year.
You should get help for that obsession you have. It's really weird to live rent-free in someone's head like this for a basic application of grammar for [Effect], and I would appreciate if you do me a solid and let me outta there, bro. You're fucking my shit up, keeping me inside you like this. I came last week, ffs!
The entanglement process of Karma is what determines what is procedurally generated in your monadic existence, but we choose these lives of ours with the specific trials we personally face as part of a larger process where we have built Heaven - a society that grows ever more perfect eternally - but found we were maladapted for it in some capacity, so we chose the life we now have to specifically unentangle ourselves from our maladaptations.
I wrote part of this for you. May illuminate something, I suspect, given your username and incapacity to synthesize reality for yourself.
If you truly cared about me, you would stop observing me and investigate me. A comment I made just this morning will inform you of your ignorance.
Here, I send this artwork of an associate to hopefully illuminate something:
What Jesus called his Father, the Buddhists refer to as the Ālaya-vijñāna; the storehouse consciousness.
Server, Client, Holy Internet
You are not a featherless biped on the Earth. You are a pocket of consciousness and the Earth is inside you. Everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, yea? Well, you're experiencing these words, yea? Everything you've ever experienced has been experienced, and thus all you've ever known is inside you, a la Indra's Net, which this meme object is a pedagogical object meant to teach, like a diagram in a textbook?
Then what are you talking to/through in every moment?
Soliphism is proveably false. God can give you Knowledge, and it's usually through a forked tongue.
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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Bro, you think the Earth is real.
I don't know how to relay how retarded your ass is.