We are more skilled with less lead poisoning.

All my orifices are currently used or reserved.

I know. It’s hellish, this addiction. I’ve been doing it for fifteen years. Cock can still get rock hard. It’s an effort to get that aroused. Don’t ever get random boners now, though. God’s helping me get over it.

That’s my superior officer

Tell that to the Hat Man

Not unless you donate some seed money to my church. It will come back to you, and then you pay twice as much and then I pay half. And then you, a vulnerable population, gain faith in the process and give more and more and I give less and less but this is just friendly educational propaganda from your friendly neighborhood juggler and CIA spook.

You can explain but don’t but criticize you are idoltarer and are in degenerate dharma like all Christians nowadays

One needs to transcend identity to avoid being played by those using identity politics for their ends. The perfect being is that which can be any being it needs to be in a particular moment.

I don’t adore anyone, but I try not to think ill of people, either. The self is the lens we see the world through, so if we’re always giving credence to the negative within us, that is what grows and what we see more of.

Ad&d has reelly shitty fone service.

I can work with this. I summoned a dank pneumonia one time I was doing a ritual with gasoline in the snow. I’ll just boof the blood orange juice and I guarantee whatever monster or dragon or giant cube of slime I’m fighting will be running for the hills after that!

Technically, the occult is math, too. The word “occult” just means “hidden,” and that’s how we do things in the occident, where we have engineered our culture to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up into the truth of the topological matrix we are not IN but rather ARE.

But that’s not Satanism, though Satanism COULD be one of the portals out of the police state default culture; I’m just not familiar with that particular portal. I learned from Jebus and the Boobha, whomever those guys are, but one’s words are shaved down for the above purpose and can be understood with an eighth grade reading level, while the other has these things called sutras which manifested from many enlightened beings sharing their wisdom, sometimes in ten thousand pages, sometimes in poems. Y’know, what I and other occult leaders do in our own mysticism schools.

In the original version of this meme, the bug’s name is Fact and it’s actually a quote from an early 90’s Armenian CGI production in the vein of A Bug’s Life, but focused on the needs of the state’s propaganda machine at the time. It’s really weird.

I have this version of this meme:

This is the type os sofisticated emoji we use in Alabama

No, those don’t have internet anymore since AT&T decided to summon daemons into silicon chips. The only scientists I trust to develop technology is the Amish, some Mormons, and one long-legged, pissed off Puerto Rican.

I think there are right and wrong ways to do everything. Predicting the market. Lifting weights. Reproduction. But not art! There’s no wrong way too do art!

I don’t use computers, ever, so I never have this problem. My family has been without internet for years and my mother/sister and my father both agree things is better this way.

I am healing. It’s a process! I’m never good enough! But that’s what I’m healing. Negligent narcissistic father do much harm, yea? Yearn to be right, i’m sooper write! Thanks for kindness! :)

I detest me too, because that’s the default! Never good enough. Not good enough. Throw away! Burn flesh salt wounds! All I’m good for. Chricthoncesion! To the hilt!