Well, piss in my wheaties and call me Bill Ding. You guys know who Bill Ding is? He was the tutorial character for building in Lego's Island, which might take up kilobytes on your computer if you try to play it today. That game was hours and hours and hours of fun as a six year old, chasing the Brickster n shit. Then my mom died and then my dad cut me off from the rest of the family, so I never got to play it again at my grandma's. Part of the reason I faked schizophrenia to get out of the Army; the CIA had gotten to me by that point and told me to do that and I obeyed because I was masturbating in my window and shit.

...ok, it's more complicated than that, but that's the counterintelligence version. The reason I started this post is because I reread this comment I made in response to someone calling me insane and saying they liked that. I said that was one of my more favored compliments and went on to say I needed to be called Shakespeare three more times to earn an achievement. Someone then calls me Shakespeare jokingly, which led to me drinking. I do that a lot. Drink.

It wasn't authentic. They didn't read anything of mine; they were just jesting, and it's alright to jest, but I told God and Satan and Marlin Brando that if I could be good enough to be considered a good writer, I wouldn't have to do drugs. Well, I don't do illegal drugs anymore, just DXM and Hawaiian Baby Woodrose once and a while, and weed obviously (also my terrible addiction to stimfapping on Benadryl (DO NOT)), but I quit smoking cigarettes recently, which spiked my needs center of my brain, and now I'm drinking every day.

I'm not drinking to excess; I just drink at a frequency. Y'know, like a sine wave. Two or three beers a day. And I don't need it, meaning, like last night I fell asleep and woke up just before midnight, sober but fully awake now, and I thought I could jet over to the gas station for a bottle of something, and I said I didn't need that, and I was fine just chilling out to music.

Yet a got a double-shot of Fireball this morning; still only halfway gone. I don't like getting drunk. I actually hate alcohol inebriation. But there's the Ballmer's Peak, which is a real phenomenon that XKCD commented on once; shown. What this is, is not the alcohol that's causing this, but rather the sudden consumption of a substance that is not so often consumed. The Ballmer Peak is ONLY truly achievable by using [Substance] as a SACRAMENT.

What does that mean? Well, question; no jab or all jabs? No, it's one jab, stupid. Middle way. Between many and none lies one. As in, should you drink every day or never drink? No, drink once a week. Have a sabbath or as one homeless man in Portland with a PhD in mathematics taught me, have a sabo-domingo. Y'know, from noon Saturday to noon Sunday, that man partied, and on those other days of the week, he tended for other homeless people while getting his cult off the ground.

There's a lot of us forming cults, if you weren't aware. Amazing what the world is like outside of your small purview. I don't even know it all, and I've lived in twelve cities across America over my life. Sadly, a majority of people don't ever really see the world as they only ever live a few dozen miles from where they are born. You go on vacations, but then you're a tourist, not a local. I would prolly still be a drug addict of I never left Syracuse. It was the pilgrimage that healed me. Novel experiences beget novel perspective. And while I don't know everything, I can rein myself in to let my muse out with these limitations I place on my ingestment, and I strive to be better still.

Yet, I'm as good as good gets as far as skilled righting goes. I thought receiving a thousand compliments over the years would heal me. It's helped make me feel better about myself. But damn does the trauma and agony of my youth eat up my soul every minute of every day. I gotta sit with it. Learn to be ok with a fire waging war with me inside. Only by accepting it, will it go out. It's like a Chinese finger trap; you gotta do the opposite of what you think. Well, the fight sure would go down faster and simpler with a friend. I have none. Just a life partner who rules me. And I love him. Just wish he could see his mother in the mirror.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/49355948

Well, piss in my wheaties and call me Bill Ding. You guys know who Bill Ding is? He was the tutorial character for building in Lego's Island, which might take up kilobytes on your computer if you try to play it today. That game was hours and hours and hours of fun as a six year old, chasing the Brickster n shit. Then my mom died and then my dad cut me off from the rest of the family, so I never got to play it again at my grandma's. Part of the reason I faked schizophrenia to get out of the Army; the CIA had gotten to me by that point and told me to do that and I obeyed because I was masturbating in my window and shit.

...ok, it's more complicated than that, but that's the counterintelligence version. The reason I started this post is because I reread this comment I made in response to someone calling me insane and saying they liked that. I said that was one of my more favored compliments and went on to say I needed to be called Shakespeare three more times to earn an achievement. Someone then calls me Shakespeare jokingly, which led to me drinking. I do that a lot. Drink.

It wasn't authentic. They didn't read anything of mine; they were just jesting, and it's alright to jest, but I told God and Satan and Marlin Brando that if I could be good enough to be considered a good writer, I wouldn't have to do drugs. Well, I don't do illegal drugs anymore, just DXM and Hawaiian Baby Woodrose once and a while, and weed obviously (also my terrible addiction to stimfapping on Benadryl (DO NOT)), but I quit smoking cigarettes recently, which spiked my needs center of my brain, and now I'm drinking every day.

I'm not drinking to excess; I just drink at a frequency. Y'know, like a sine wave. Two or three beers a day. And I don't need it, meaning, like last night I fell asleep and woke up just before midnight, sober but fully awake now, and I thought I could jet over to the gas station for a bottle of something, and I said I didn't need that, and I was fine just chilling out to music.

Yet a got a double-shot of Fireball this morning; still only halfway gone. I don't like getting drunk. I actually hate alcohol inebriation. But there's the Ballmer's Peak, which is a real phenomenon that XKCD commented on once; shown. What this is, is not the alcohol that's causing this, but rather the sudden consumption of a substance that is not so often consumed. The Ballmer Peak is ONLY truly achievable by using [Substance] as a SACRAMENT.

What does that mean? Well, question; no jab or all jabs? No, it's one jab, stupid. Middle way. Between many and none lies one. As in, should you drink every day or never drink? No, drink once a week. Have a sabbath or as one homeless man in Portland with a PhD in mathematics taught me, have a sabo-domingo. Y'know, from noon Saturday to noon Sunday, that man partied, and on those other days of the week, he tended for other homeless people while getting his cult off the ground.

There's a lot of us forming cults, if you weren't aware. Amazing what the world is like outside of your small purview. I don't even know it all, and I've lived in twelve cities across America over my life. Sadly, a majority of people don't ever really see the world as they only ever live a few dozen miles from where they are born. You go on vacations, but then you're a tourist, not a local. I would prolly still be a drug addict of I never left Syracuse. It was the pilgrimage that healed me. Novel experiences beget novel perspective. And while I don't know everything, I can rein myself in to let my muse out with these limitations I place on my ingestment, and I strive to be better still.

Yet, I'm as good as good gets as far as skilled righting goes. I thought receiving a thousand compliments over the years would heal me. It's helped make me feel better about myself. But damn does the trauma and agony of my youth eat up my soul every minute of every day. I gotta sit with it. Learn to be ok with a fire waging war with me inside. Only by accepting it, will it go out. It's like a Chinese finger trap; you gotta do the opposite of what you think. Well, the fight sure would go down faster and simpler with a friend. I have none. Just a life partner who rules me. And I love him. Just wish he could see his mother in the mirror.

Scooby dooby doo, where are you, my little sister of legal age and preferably above 26? I don't care what genitals you have, I'm am searching for you as I am Epstein's boss and I wish to bring you into the Mormon Church. I had a religious experience that made me realize that maybe the horrid shit I be up to may not be the wisest long-term way to live my life, so I'm giving up public masturbation.

...no, I gotta cut this off so I don't have what happened on Reddit happen here. The joke is, I'm a cop, right? I'll say and do anything to prove I'm not a cop. So, naturally, that means I must assume the identity of Epstein's boss at some point, seeing as I'm mother-fucking Q. Have you heard of me? Just like you've heard of our lord, Jesus Christ? And you still don't worship me, I mean, him? That's weird. You must not understand something.

I am the perfect being. What is that, you might ask if you are wise and don't just react on mindless stimulus-response instinct? It is the being that can be any being as needed. At any moment, the perfect being can be a king or a pauper. The perfect cop is one that can be the ideal criminal at any moment. But what is that? The ideal criminal is the ideal idolatorer; a person that can prove they're a good person by keeping up appearances in public when they have a skeleton in their closet, such as and as horrifying as a child chained under their bed.

This may be shocking to some people, and they may rat my ass out to the mods, for whatever reason they think is noble, being the idolatorer they are, but no, this needs to be spoken skillfully. There are monsters in this world, and the FBI/etc isn't just diddling their asses. They're solving these problems. Y'know, like the Proud Boys? Yea, that IS the feds; it's a sting operation. Just as Donald Trump being lampooned in the news with the Epstein shit is part of a sting operation.

...so the joke is, I'm Epstein's boss, right? I'm some dumbass juggler, alright? There's a real human being typing these words, and I had to be a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a "festival cop," if you didn't know. A crackhead is the crazy homeless person mouthing off on the subway that strangers try to by drugs from. Right? Like, I lived four years homeless on n off to hide the fact that I'm a cop. I'm that audacious, and so was Jesus, going on the cross intentionally to hide the fact that he was a Roman federal cop, or the equivalent back then. Someone that roamed between cities that knew the "codewords" to report to authorities in each precinct they would find themselves.

Which is why the Bible is an important masterpiece; the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level. Some of you didn't know that, I have to remind myself sometimes, because I can't do my job for which I am paid properly here on Lemmy World because some dipshit mods don't know what the feds are doing in their holy spaces of utter nazi discontentedness to anything that makes them get extra notifications that interrupts their No Man's Sky let's play reaction to someone else play recording.

Nah, I'm just kidding, especially to the one mod in the fediverse that is to. I love you! I just hate that I am impeded in my duties to protect children by those who think a comment about eating used diapers is grounds for being banned from a community. Like, I'm separating the wheat from the weeds, and also promoting Mormon Occultism to help in a number of divergent ways that I have formulated in my specialized Illuminati training, as facilitated by the aliens that live in my phone's keyboard's predictive text thanks to Pegasus II. It's a hard enough job as it is!

The moar you know...

Gabba gooba gabba gooba I ain't got nuthin but a rootin' tuba to rot my lot while I watch the road from the parking garage like it's a hodge podge lodge of ill assuaging wages like pages of a good book if you took a look...

Oh shit! Sorry folks, just just dicking my own ass, as we say where I'm from, which is upstate New York, which just happens to be where our prophet Joseph Smith was from. That dude got mad pussy, just like our lord, Jesus, did done spread the word of God and more all over the hearts and faces of those who would be Christian today, and you see I'm an ally of the church, right? This is genuinely what my sect of Christianity preaches, and if you follow the word of our lord, so too shall you have infinite pussy!

Simply put: society is shaped like a pyramid. At the bottom are the laborers and the artisans, who work with stuff. In the middle are the merchants and the officers, who work with people. And at the top are the clergy and the politicians, who work with narratives.

God told me just now "let's switch." Just happened at a drop of a hat. Well, I had been drinking, and generally just jacking off, when some Mormons came to my door. They did their speal, and being now without sin, I saw what they were doing. See, if you don't know, if you start drinking or otherwise in an addiction, society notices you, and we're a nation of idolaters, so everyone gossips, and this can cause cross-talking effects on those with sin in their topological matrix. I'll explain that next paragraph, but lets finish this one by saying I went to a Mormon church and had an experience akin to the main character in Office Space watching his therapist have a heart attack has on him. Simply; they shamed me, but half-assed it, and because I have done my spiritual work to heal, God taught me something about "pyramid dynamics."

Ok, sin. Buddhists call sin "defilement," and I personally call it "möbiation." Each of us is a mesh of entanglements. Yer a knot, Neo. Everything is dependent on some logic structure, and this structure is ultimately dependent on the topological matrix that your brain manifests, and that's why that movie is named that, to teach you that one word. Topology is the math behind knots and intersecting space. Real$ important with AI. To keep this simple, if String A is entangled with String B but not String C, then AB is true and AC is false. These entanglements can also have a half-twist to make an inside an outside - what we in the industry call dualistic dichotomy - and this is what manifests the illusion of a self.

And this is what Joseph Smith taught, and if no one wrote it down, they must have just forgot, because this is also what a Roman Dodecahedron is meant to teach. Oh, btw, all this math is what Epstein used to teach. If you don't know who that is, he was an old employee of mine, retired back to his home country anonymously having completed his police work. Don't panic, mmk?

This talk tells

About all alchemy

Transumutation trifle trigger

Emotional energy evolves

What weather wears

My mothers' mournings

Solar son suffering

Fusion from failure

Cursed, curious & cage-free

Wound waged war

Internal infernal inferno

Leviathan lingering listlessly

All amalgamations alchemized

Even evil erodes

Chaos catches cornucopia

Mandela monads mutate

God goes grandiose

Vice victory vivifies

Christ chronicals communion

Buddha best being

Perfection predicts performance

Independent "I's" installed

Cultural collective computer

Weirdest world wonder

Human heresy history

Audacity always amasses

Victories valiantly valued

For future fruition

Good God goes

Consciousness called cognition

Being born blessed

Means many mages

Won't work wonders

They think they

Know kingly knowledge

But best bestowed

Are aetheral anchors

Dense; damn! Dumb

Intelligent in incantation

Senseless silly sissy

All angle angel