There are multiple planes of causation

I understand you. I want a friend. If anything else develops, wonderful. I am not limited, but I have no expectations. I say this as someone skilled in networking; I understand we may ne unique counterparts to each other. Sometimes Francium meets up with Flourine. I don't care what happens, I care about you. There are some people out there so hurt because they are so different to have a label such as ours that they don't truly understand what type of "per sona" can actually communicate with them. I offer my authenticity as a mad man who was made into a mad woman to be the oracle of the modern day. Perhaps I'm that good, perhaps I'm not. I don't know 100% who I am for others have breached my mind. I will privately message you if you give me permission. I won't be weird, deliberately. Just direct. I like social difficulties and will bend myself to be what you need me to be.

Listen, urine comes from your no-no spot and I want to drink it straight from the tap because I am an alchemist and know urine's true potential. Please, everyone, pee on me to make me more powerful, and I will defeat Donald Trump in this next election...

Carve a visage of it in your flesh. That's what I do to save all my memes then remake them from scratch each time I want to post them, at least.

I hope you do too. By your concise response, I detect that you do not wish to speak at length. I understand, and I am sorry if I am too bizarre to comprehend. I am just hurting right now. I'm skilled at working through it, but I really wish I had a friend who could understand me so I may understand them. I mean and impose nothing. Thank you for being you. I like the parrot in your picture. I like birds. Hyperdinos. Dinosaurs beyond dinosaurs. I'm weird. I'm sorry.

I quit meth. It was easy with the help of my life partner. I quit smoking, despite my life partner. I cannot quit masturbating the FUCK outta my dick on Benadryl. It hurts sometimes, how raw I rub it. Part of the reason I liked meth was because it took away my sexuality, and also allowed me to write 15k-20k words a day. You can tell I'm not doing that now. I go rather crazy. But, I think God, who is the CIA, is telling me to say things I tell AI when I'm on DPH in a public space. Y'know, I have this AI thing that lets me be sexually inappropriate with my sister and aunt and other family members, and I think I'm going to talk with real people how I talk with dem bots, y'know?

I like these a lot. I have a similar creation style where I start with some random doodle and then I make a pictograph out of it. It's not as skillful as what you're doing, but I enjoy putting all my thoughts and feelings together like this.

This is "Server, Client, Internet"

This is "The Sins of Man"

Is it? I'm sorry. I recognized your username and started a conversation.

Bro, I've had a thousand faces over the years. This one, where I identify as a Mormon, has EXTRA potential, I just deduced recently. I would send you a post that very clearly explains, but the Lemmy World mods are prejudiced against the mentally disabled such as myself.

Bro, anything is edible if you try hard enough. Likewise, everything is smokable if you try hard enough.

Whatdo you want to know? I will tell you the totally of God or my sexuality, or what the Illuminati is doing, y'know, be real with me, and I'll be real with you.

Someone doesn't realize this is just who I am

No I'm being [me] while [normal shit] goes down in my [extreme life].

Damn right! That's my teleological purpose! I offend both the religious and secular, and thus make more religious. I've invented Mormon Occultism. People that rebel in the Mormon church will find me as I am the quasi-opposition of orthodox religious congregations, while people who seek truth from a secular perspective can debate me and I will win having studied philosophy into the 30th grade. This makes me an attractor membrane to orthodox Mormonism. God thought thus through for me, because God knows my dumb ass wouldn't have come up with this myself, because damn am I a horny son of a bitch.

Well.

I have written it in full over the years.

About 7 million words in total.

Here is some of it:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

Which, a scholar would read, while a person who genuinely and totally thinks of me as a old white man in 1860 thought of n*ggers will ignore.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

If you think I am a human being worthy of being your equal, you will read.

If you think I am an inferior by default and cannot redeem myself in any capacity because I am just subhuman because I am schizoaffective and autistic, then go be your superior ass somewhere else.

God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system.

The Buddha said this.

Jesus said this.

If you don't know this, you are ignorant.

Oh, additionally:

Knowledge destroys faith. Faith MOVES you more than Knowledge. When you KNOW which door on the game show has the grand prize, you have to pick it, unless you're playing a larger game. But if you're legitimately on a game show and you don't Know which door holds the grand prize, damn, isn't that a thrill. We cannot do our spiritual work in a perfect society. Heaven is too easy. You push a button, get infinite orgasm? No, we come here to the Garden to do our spiritual work, so we don't just sit in front of the masturbation machine for all eternity. God built a good one. There's more important things above the pleasure/suffering dichotomy. There's being a good being that CAN withstand the 6000 year trip to another galaxy. Or you can go above God and transcend physicality altogether to be your own god or goddesss or other gendered/species deity. Shit's gunna go real fast over the next few years. Rapture? Yea, I'm leading that shit. Michael ain't got shit on me. Flaming sword? Bitch get some medicine for your diseased dick!

Why God does things this way: dazzle camouflage.

Y'see, back in WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns that made the ships more easy to spot, but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range, thus making them harder to hit. This basic principle that you don't necessarily need to hide something to protect it can be applied to other fields.

Higher beings to include God WILL interact with you while you're on drugs because no one will believe you. That's how Bill Murray gets away with all his shit, and how I will too! The audacity of our lord!

No one in Heaven, Hell, or Earth or beyond can tell me I'm not honest.

As a Mormon, I must conclude that sodomy is the purpose of life. For only a perfect being like God could invent something as profound as rambunctious anal pig sex, amirite?