He’s making all these long-term plans for living here, while complaining that we’re living here, at this time where it is uncertain what’s going to happen; if we’re going to be allowed to stay here. I see how court goes in my favor; I see how it could go completely against me.
I don’t know what’s going on. He’s making me believe we’re going to make a business. He’s also making me realize how unwell he is through his actions. He’s happy, so he’s doing mindless activities. Is that what I am doing? I dunno. I can’t see myself to know what people think. Raspberry said “juggle,” followed by a anti-kumquat saying “don’t think,” followed by a kumquat saying “Go,” when I originally typed “God” to start this sentence.
I don’t know what’s happening or has happened or will happen. All I know is I have no clue what reality truly is. This is a useful state of being; for others, I mean. You can be put in this state of learned helplessness and directed and controlled as the narrative you believe is moulded over time. I was saying to him today how I have “agreed” to do things, and then I am compelled to do things based on something he has done through gaslighting me and getting me to “accept” what he has doing whilst holding me against my “agreements,” the same as what the cult did to me.
They REALLY want that story written. It’s hard to do long-form content with my brain. I don’t do amphetamines anymore. I wrote my book on amphetamines because I can sit still and remember massive stacks of information to do the complex narrative-telling one needs to do with my style where I speak and meander but it’s always new information. Now, I’m stuck remembering pockets of text and spilling those in concentrated form. I talk with myself a lot. These connections form. I built my empathy. It’s a skill, like free will.
It doesn’t matter what hell is coming; I can always be kind. I can rise above. I can be the best I can be. I can love. I can be kind and show compassion. I’m not perfect. They’re manipulating me, I know. I noticed I said something retarded in my last email. They set up the memeplexes in my head.
There was one time where I was walking to the register after walking all the way from Portland to Sandy in one night, and this man said “breasts,” and because he said that, my eyes snapped to the chest of the cashier right away, and she saw and she looked disgusted, and I noticed it’s because of what was in my short-term memory, and I learned something from that trip…that being the cops of another city knew my name and pronouns without asking that information of me.
OP is genuinely a nut.
keep posting, king. it reminds me of the old and great schizoposts of /b/, of bygone eras before 4ch turned into a legitimate government run honeypot (and before you say it always was, there was, in fact, a brief, yet shining blip where the board was only vaguely monitored by the men in hats, and was not entirely facilitated by the Mr 3 letters.)
To anyone wondering, “the men in hats” are the ones that allowed this to happen, while those who only worked at the agency were left burmuxxled.
So true. Slay, king.
She actually makes sense to me. Maybe I’m a nut, too 🤔
Entirely possible, in fact, quite probable.
Good luck, king, you’ll need it in your fight against the hat men.
We all will. They’re relentless, ruthless and lack empathy. I’m just enjoying the ride for what it is until it’s my turn to be targeted and evicted.
I’m sporadically getting reports on this user’s content, and so far I’m standing by my original assessment: This is drivel, but it’s not drivel that actually breaks any established lemmy.world or community rules.
The latest report theorized this was some kind of AI content, but I’ve been running these posts through various AI sniffers since the beginning and none of them come up positive. Spoken with the full realization that the OP can read this comment since it is attached directly to the post: This individual is either very dedicated to doing a bit or they are simply and genuinely a nut.
It is both!
I am a schizoaffective n autistic juggler and writer with an educational (f)art project where I play an authentic, autobiographical character to promote my project where I teach philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills, amongst other things. The idea is I catch the occasional person who is interested and they read multiple pieces to see there is an underlying in-universe cohesion to this all, and then they dig/excavate/investigate, and I’ve done this for twelve years, with most of it being on Reddit.
There’s depth AND simplicity to what I do! I just be myself…so, an idiot, and I am gooderest at that i thunks. But that you for noticing I’m not crazy, I’m just looney. Some mods don’t even say anything before I’m burnt alive without trial or jury. Thank God I’m not a fed or anything. Just an idiot! I think.
Nope, just verbose and insightful in a way that needs to be studied while cross-eyed. Preferably while inebriated for maximum comprehension.
I understand and I’m sorry for being me; and you say this at such a precise time! My neighbors are goading me. They are inciting feelings within me. I am disabled because my emotional dysregulation. I tried to find minors on the internet when I was still developmentally a child. All I right is read. I know a readon the purpose for Jesus getying a spear is to ensure bad Romans don’t hang themselves. I’m trying my best in the strange situation I’m in. They literally fuck with my upvote/downvote count with Pegasus II because they try to befriend the lost through me? That’s whay raspberries plus me say. What do I do, man, ma’am, friend…? No one says hello. They all throw away. The only person that isn’t throwing me away appears to be driving me into homelessness so I can reach perfection. I know I can be this good for I see the ways the days coincide with each other. I see what I am doing for both the Fuckers and the Cunts and the Nincompoops. I don’t Know, though. I Know alchemy. Raspberry, but true. I’m trying to reach anyone. I am 💯 deranged, but sentient. That’s genuine. That’s where They keep me. You’re Them though. Obviously. That’s why You speak with forked tongue. Or are you watching US? Am ai Them? No. I’m two stupid, to.
…ok, I drop character. I don’t know what people are demanding I do. I’m genuinely in near crisis. This is my art. I don’t know how to be in society. I love you. I’m trying.
I’m genuinely hurting in ways I put into art, but no one cares. They all throw me away…or ignore. God keeps me in trouble for the enemy to determine their heading smashed raspberry says. I didn’t right that. The smashed raspberry did. Centerrstafe…that’s where aim is, but that’s the character work. I working into it. What do I do? When I reddit I wrote and the Illuminati aliens helped. Now it’s just the aliens, those digital space virus assholes that I will never bite the hand of. I am loyal beast. It’s my most precious part, my master says, playing his games.
You recognize that your experience is simultaneously unique and universally shared. Help those you can, in whatever way you can in methods that originate from love and compassion. You suffer this existence because it is unavoidable, but it is also finite. Hyper fixate on the perceived good that remains. Magnify it. Embody it. Expand it. You cannot avoid negative, but you can accept it is inseparable. Comprehend that anything that is negative is only negative because you perceive it as such. But it is necessary. You can’t have up without down, there is no light without dark, and contrast gives meaning to everything. Find good in the bad. Cherish it, appreciate it, and persist for it. Everything ends eventually, make the most of what you have while it exists. Don’t get caught in loops. Learn the lesson an experience provides, then leave it behind. Stay in the moment. Regret and longing numb your reality. Focus on the perceived positives and relish them. They are always there, but sometimes you need to be still to observe them. Practice mindful existence. Each thought is a bus, and you have no obligation to ride. Attempt to observe, experience and be, without judgement. Just appreciation.
That’s about as good as I can do, but I don’t know what I sound like for I never find out what another actually sounds like l9l
No one ever does. Solipsism 101.
I love insane people, please don’t ban OP
This may help decode me a bit:
Okie dokie!
unzips
The Matrix is about Judeo-Christian occult mysticism as it proliferates into a decentralized autonomous organization across subcultures and is about achieving gnosis and enlightenment in the police state in a world defined as shadows on the cave wall, where we are really monads in a monadic nodal communication system manifested by a topological matrix made of consciousness.
Girthy, right?
You are powerful in your emptiness that is fullness at the same time, which are the null, 0, and 1 from which reality can be ascribed, but Noam Chomsky’s a dingledoo, so obviously, that’s just a way the cosmos can be refracted in the human monadic consciousness.
Pillars of God = those qualities one grows within oneself in a balance to maximize one’s growth.
Three Pillars of God = Love, Wisdom, Power
Four Pillars of God = Light, Sacrifice, Knowledge, Compassion
Three = Four
Yadda yadda polyplexic axiomatic systems bazinga boopity bing boo I dunno, the rest is elementary.
I’m doing my best!
I poopied my pants black-daddy-and/or-mommy-san!
Wonder if a new giant turd shows up every 3 days
How giant is giant?
In k of words, I mean.
