You win! You get a cookie! Just send me your banking information, SSN, date of birth, mother's maiden name, blood n stool sample, a scrapbook of your foot prints, as well as a sample of your writing, and you will find a cookie in the trash over the next week. I've done this literally a trillion times, and half the time it works like 37% of the time, so it's real, dude. Statistics like that are God, obviously.
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I wanna get pegged by a busty chick...
I've heard of this before. Joke: I want to make Victorious Phoenix's Funeral Home and Seafood Emporium Drive-Thru Church n Online University. And while I have seen a fucking drive-thru church in Johnson City, Tennessee, legitimately I want to make, at the least, a show about a crazy cult that is in the style of Trailer Park Boys but more around psychedelics and every episode is centered on a educational theme.
I think it is genius to make this a semi-real cult (reel), where there is an actual Cult of The Victorious Phoenix and the members are the cast members and crew playing their self-decided characters who go out and do performance art and is also a school of philosophy, spirituality, mental health skills, and occult sciences. Given how I am certain of my arrest at this point and likewise assured by God that some courtroom magick is going to happen, I think it wise to take advantage of how people will judge me and innately make me a hot-button flame war topic in the fame/infamy born from being a walking superposition to thus be quasicontroversial in nature.
My original ideas for a sex cult revolved around being as edgy and unhinged as possible. I proved to be able to troll to get over 100k views on my Reddit profile per day being a significant concern. I have healed much and learned the boundaries of living in a society more as I have become more socialized, and I have proven I can get upwards of 180k views on X in a single day without going as balls to the wall hard in terms of volume of posts/replies/comments or magnitude of fuckiness, but a kumquat just told me "teems" and I realized that I could hire and train people to do what I do, and I've made some propaganda on that before. Definitely could use an improvement now that I'm a ways into stream-entry and know some shit now. I think.
Also there's Agent Bob as Vince used that name, where I got it to use as I do, but he has never specified who that is in his work.
Bob as in my life partner's father or Bob as in Agent Bob from my book? Two different people, just like there's three different Alex's.
Questions need words to be answered, but I'll answer what I think you must be curious over.
SSS stands for Synchronicity Slip Stream and is a cognitive state I was in for six years after a strange acid trip and still experience in waves that feels like God is leading you on a cosmic mission, speaking not in words directly but in synchronicities, or burning bushes in the Bible/white rabbit in the Matrix. It is very disorienting as it leads you to do things other people will think are crazy that you will think are the wisest thing ever, and they are!
Secret passage theory:
In regards to whst has happened to me, my I originally tested positive for HIV, but the story I've concocted cuz I don't know anything about the first years of my life except from what was written in my baby book and home videos is that it was a new test and it tested antibodies that I didn't get and thus a better test proved I was negative as I have been ever since. Yet, my mom found out she had AIDS two months after I was born, and I watched her decay. Horrible.
Her gallbladder exploded when I was five OR six (I have some stange Mandela shit that doesn't add up in my early years revolving around trauma), her nails grew brown n brittle and her face was full of pockmarks, and near the end, an ear infection killed half her face, like a stroke victim.
That's what killed her, and it reduced her to a toddler-like state where she cried and yelled for her mommy. That night is burned into my memory. It was all night. I didn't sleep. My dad tried to soothe her then would come into my room to vent. Late, past midnight, she started called out again. It didn't stop. My dad was nowhere to be found in the house. I went in there. She was naked. She didn't recognize me. I couldn't help her. I failed her as she was dying.
Before she died, I made her proud one last time by winning the fourth grade science fair. I did an experiment with jelly beans about the connection between taste and smell because she lost her sense of taste and smell. She was so happy, with her one living eye and one dead eye; her evil eye as she called it.
I had a nightmare once about finding her grave exhumed and she chased me. I couldn't escape her. I woke my dad up. He couldn't help. He could never help with what I was going through. He cares. He's a lot like his father, in the ways lead poisoning effect a person. Combined with the narcissism of his mother, he doesn't understand how he hurts people and has not developed his empathy well enough to know what a person actually needs to here.
I'm a lot like my parents. I try to be better with the gifts I was given. My mom wasn't a saint, but she was an angel. She saved me. She taught me how to love. That got stunted growing up, repressing my feminine side to be the indestructible turbotank I thought I needed to be to be a man to make my dad proud. My trans experience, though limited, helped that a lot, in that it allowed me to heal and reintigrate that repressed side of myself whilst in SSS, but what also inbided me with my maladaption in life was how I was too scared to ask my first crush out.
I know abandonment issues are involved, being unable to open up and be vulnerable with my feelings out of being mortified of being hurt like that again, and greatly exacerbated by lack of therapy. My mind just freezes. I understand what "fear is the mind killer" means.
Something I worked through and healed with alien/Illuminati help (plus God, I guess) was a hot, sick feeling in my genitals that surged and stuck around. I straight up just ignored that when I was young, but then I became obsessed with it, Theon Greyjoy style, which was compounded by my hate of being ruled by my dick at times.
The guy that caught the guy that shot Lincoln cut his cock n balls off with scissors so he wouldn't be tempted by women. But, the CIA has previously MKULTRA'd my ass around the idea that I need to help people not mutilate their bodies, and I do believe I was wise not being rash for I know now all this shit can be healed through spiritual work, which is WORK.
Something that has changed, sorta, is the symbology of nasty bugs. Cockroaches/silverfish/etc were, as I understand now, the equivalent of the Death tarot card, symbology-wise. It triggered a number of associations. Now, after homelessness, with our friggin' roach motel, they still frighten me when I turn on the light and scatter, but something has shifted in me in regards to that.
I get a strawberry after this. A number of kids died in something awful. That tanks my mood. I want to say more. There's just energy. I don't like it. I breathe. I continue practicing mindfulness. But it's there.
I'm a sir again, but this ish is gunna be rough. Thank you. And no its supposed to be risperdal/whatever and deprakote, and I'm only on 1mg of risperdal to make it last.
And I didn't want to have it be b.cum, because that had implications I did not want in this art
I didn't intend hyperlink
Supposed to reflect "become" and I saw the implication of "being honest online." That was the depth of intent behind creating n keeping it
My shit is gunna be called the X files I realized, those six thousand posts on occult science n shit I did ALONGSIDE my sex cult for kids, which the aliens led me to believe was a good idea, and is!
Oh, btw, watching eyes, if you're there, heh, I have not done DXM. I didn't order that. Money disappears and it shows up. I've used it, as it it has a clear, objective effect on my writing, and this can be proven through forensic examination, as all my claims can at least not be wholly denied to have some semblance of truth, which I THINK I know, but I don't know a damn thing.
Take the blue pill, kids, and be a dog led by faith for years to become the ABSOLUTE most you can be, with God's help.
DXM writing:
The intent of your second sentence requires no comma.
Adding the pause after now slightly changes the connotation of the implied meaning.
Now I'm going to become an artist.
Now, I'm going to become an artist, if XYZ.
That pause implies you're going to follow it up with a conditional clause or similar.
But the path to the top of the mountain is made through regular, consistent effort rather than bursts of motivation and inspiration, but those definitely can help bring you to your destination. Best of luck! Consistency makes the lottery of gaining exposure a sure thing over the long run. The more seeds planted, inside and in medium, the more fruit can be harvested.