MEDITATION AND SMOKING CIGARS: THE ART OF RELAXATION
"Okay, listen up, Boy: these drugs over here, these are okay. These ones over here... those are not okay for you. I know this, because I did them wrong for years at a very young age, and now I'm telling you--you, over there, yes you, stand still, Boy--even though you're in an entirely different cirucmstance, I'm going to tell you , no, you cannot. Because I said so, that's why. Now, go over there to that cubicle and start adding numbers until two weeks before you die, while I sit over here and smoke cigars while wanking myself to every girlfriend you've ever had. That's just the way it is, and the way its always gonna be."
It is assumed at some point that you are all going to realize that I have been laughing at all of you the entire time. Now I agree from your perspectives, a lot of non-laughing matter shit has gone down, but as no one ever told me about it until long after the fact... well, it actually is kind of funny. And now, with the Total Dissociation From Consensual Reality I have endured for the sake of my friends--and you know who I mean--as I approach the next milestone goal, I am just
totesthrilled.
Do you know anyone who would like to call me or my friend a retard? Post a video! Such opinions are always good for a laugh... especially as I'll be, one day, dancing on your graves.
And hopefully I'll find out why you were so screamy that one day. My G-d you sounded so pissed. And of course you were. And that you cannot tell me, makes me pleased--so pleased--in a way I can[t identify, but I'm okay with that.
I hope that this inane period of ostracism--let's call it The Interregnum--is doing something worthwhile for everyone, because it just seems fucking stupid to leave me in the dark like this... oh, except, yeah, I guess you don't want me to know too much about whatever bullshit y'all really have got going on, which of course I know nothing about directly, but, I could guess. Speculate, even. I prefer not to.
I honestly had no idea about any of this shit, and whoever made decisions about all this might well have been a genius. I know Valentine's Day was a laugh riot, lol, and of course my birthday was terribly funny. So was every other day this year, by the way my phone gets lots and lots of notifications from a "deleted" Google Account, and I don't even care anymore who it is.
They are obviously no real friend of mine for them to ignore me in reality like this, and if they're trapped in The Matrix, so much the better. I think it's just some triangulation thing, and your technicians are incompetent. Or it's intentional gaslighting to make me imagine that I am missing out on something worthwhile.
I'm not. YOU are.
