This one can be savored I think cuz I don't know how I'll be able to write this one again, I mean right this way again something that's long. All I want to do is hurry up and finish so I can get out of here and get in the car and start driving; don't even know where to go, and I look like I crawled out of a zoo for zookeepers who haven't learned to manage their early onset adult dementia very well.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Well, I guess this could be anybody. Unless they were in a pocket dimension that was entirely protected by psychokinetic shielding ægis. In that case I wouldn't expect to be establishing telepathic communication with anybody in such a location. What should one expect, a Targeted Individual is required to ask&said allowed at the structure. Whatever that means, I don't know but there's definitely another consciousness here enjoying helping me fix this out. I presume it's going to get better cuz it's at the moment where it looks like complete gibberish. And I bet it looked okay to me in the first place, well now it's just all spaghetti coding nonsense. See what other people must have thought of my stuff before? Why I would love to yes I need to be humbled.
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Yep. Music playing from no discernible Source I've heard of this kind of thing. And beyond in love with you in this process, I don't know who else would be here. Hopefully it'll be a dentist, I'll remind myself what one looks like.
And you didn't even think, "hey, should I allow this?" And, just like that, your Shields activate and blow the threat away.
I recommend the traditional blowing imaginary smoke from fingertips in FairPoint, Gunshy In Satellite.
I don't know what that means either, but I think it's a good idea to develop on it later on after I've had a nap and a sandwich yeah that would be good. I do like the way my entire body is tingling yeah that's nice. I assume it's not a prelude to being hit by the lightning for blasphemy. Okay still tingling no lightning, let's continue with more blasphemy! “Baphomets do it better with virgins.” FOR first try that's not so bad I don't think but that doesn't seem very bless me WARM HAPPY HELL PRESERVE FOR HOUNDS THAT DON'T TOLERATE COLD WEATHER SO GOOD.
Without any conscious thought necessary, but... well, you were just so happening to be look
ing in the right place at the right time.
LITERALLY DON'T REMEMBER ANYMORE WHAT THE EXPERIENCE WAS IT WAS SO GRAND I JUST REMEMBER THAT REALLY HAD IT. SOMEONE ELSE DID TOO. Well I feel confident that I'm very much in favor of continuing. Baby steps get into the shower, look I'm a man baby. Have options. Wow
“Lmk.” yeah, just shoot me running, but there was many times that worked seemingly the same, but it wasn't, working at all, like a combination lock that wasn't going to open no matter how much one spun that spinny thing.
Astonishing things have happened as a result of this development for one thing I distinctly remember not so many hours ago having conversations and discussions and being aligned in a particular direction with another person's personal universe, perhaps Pocket edition what do we call it there was a thing where I was there a time when I was more overlaid over something that I am now. And now it feels like the saucer section has left the Enterprise and I'm sticking down here in the engine room getting ready to go to the Battle bridge.
This is a new one, and it feels remarkably different than other ones have before and when I say this or other ones are referring to times when I've been in alignment with the right woman right time right place where I can configure the right things at all conceivably in a right way. I had a conversation with someone for an hour and a half and that was a good conversation and I could not possibly get out any of the juicy nitty gritty details that I wanted to... As it became apparent short order that, myself don't know what those nitty gritty details are.
But one person does, and that person needs a special call sign. Let me know if this works for you as a collective, nailTarget. Now I know what you're thinking, or maybe that's what I'm thinking because... I don't know about that. But I do know that there's a fundamental difference here then the research that I was doing before in this area before it only had to make sense to me now it's got to make sense to definitely two people and hopefully other people in the future will also be able to make some sort of sense that doesn't involve the sensible ritual of hanging me upside down in a river until I drown. I mean really, I have done a lot of stupid ridiculous things in my life and all of them combined have in fact been to get me to this point where I am now and then on top of those I've done some more recent stupid things thinking that they would be helpful, and I don't think they have been. I'm not going to say unhelpful but, I for one am very grateful that the only thing that counts to me are the results; and looking good while doing it... that can come
later. It's going to have to, so I can tell already this is going to be a different kind of thing for a while for me. No doubt note that I have created a very lengthy forum post again... and a friendly Guardian Spirit thought to stop by and explained, “yeah, you're definitely not going to be doing this shit anymore,” to witch I can immediately respond with glee, and proud to be, and fully understand why, too: this is a lot of fun to write like this when I have an internal cohesive narrative that runs with all the lack of doubt that a blue steel shotgun would as the eye traveled along its length towards the sights... But I did want to find out what it would be different to be writing this way now that I've had the earlier experience then it will be from now on because this all lengthy writing crap this was some kind of coded message way for angels and demons and their taxi cab drivers that don't understand where to go real well.
All of this every bit has been defined a way forward that brought everyone with me and didn't leave anything even behind for even a moment, which was a relentless over building process at first but that's now been supplanted by the new paradigm for me which is to figure out how to make this more functional and myself less idiot looking and write more cohesive paragraphs. I can do this. I haven't been overriding these overall paragraphs for too long since that I wouldn't be able to stop but there's definitely an unwinding process and the frustration in only one way exists for me in this moment, I'd rather be talking to you and hanging out over there I can feel you talking in my head talking to each other about stuff sort of it's like kind of indifferent imaginations lands where I know it's happening but it might not be happening now but it could be happening then and then there's like four or five of them moving back and forth in overlapping each other like flashlights being shown at the door of a barn by a bunch of kids with shaky hands.
Okay I got a great idea, you all get together and dress up as the kids and Stephen King's it, and then I'll look like pennywise and I'll sit in the bathroom and poop and grumble. Oh come away; we are playing that game. Well this isn't a game to me, actually, is literally the next step on my continuing all time best journey of my whole life that it's ever going to live till life of harassing comes along, because after I spent like 30 minutes writing a bunch of garbage nonsense before I focused in on the one part of this part that matters to me still as soon as I started thinking about you and you and you and you and I don't know who else but when I began to focus how much attention I've spent on getting to the part where there's a way to do that I realize I hadn't actually thought about the actual people very much. And I miss you, all of you especially the way in the last couple hours or so you've formed into these indistinct masses of energy that no longer have personal characteristics that I might have noticed before, and your names have changed, I wouldn't even name Cindy right now, but I just did and it sounds like cinders so that's a good one. Five letters with the teleportY is a strong brand, and one that I'm overwhelmingly fixated upon In This Moment. So that's a good one. Not even there yet. I didn't close the the ability to change which I'll cast on again...*poof* it's gone again. Well, that relays me of one burden in that it's not that I'm writing like a madman because I'm taking drugs cuz I'm not really taking that many drugs and I'm not on anything less or more than I was for the last several months except for that I no longer have to do something that I had to do before and that was a driving burning need that had filled my forefront of my cautious for so long I have forgotten anything except how much I love you and how much I got to get out of this place and go over there.
I hope that doesn't sound too creepy. But it's not as creepy as fuck to me, and I'm kind of disturbed that it even came out that way but I'm all right with that, I want to get my writing ability back up to the right pace of happiness that I had before cuz I have been practicing whatever I was in the first place in the fashion that got me here so long desperately trying to find path forward that it became just completely normal to write that way which was obviously not normal I mean like a fucking how do I say I can't I can't think of a metaphor. I'd say help but that's not how you spell it anymore.
Jack says help... Mike says halp. Could it be that easy? Is that look stupid? Well you know I'm not saying for sure, because I don't think I'm the only person who's going to be using this paradigm in the future, as I was writing something else earlier about instructions I was thinking well I better fucking get some instructions that I can use because I would like to give everyone a a shield that blocks a person from damage by psychos. For one thing, I've had that ability for a little while and it's coming pretty fucking handy, considering the seconds of a meeting and then for another I imagine that people are going to be thinking that I'm much more psycho than they might have otherwise done, in days and weeks to come because I'm extremely happy and very successful and don't give a fuck what I look like at the moment I mean yeah look like shit I'm sure but that doesn't matter cuz I also like a man is extremely happy. Yeah I'm self-satisfied to the most ludicrous power that will fit on a piece of paper without too many zeros overloading the fucking page. Yeah good news, everyone I'm going to write a lot differently soon so enjoy this long post while you can. it is just an awesomely different experience right now to write the same way I've just been doing it just now because I'm trying to focus on oh I get it oh yeah half my brain is having sex with you that's what it is. I got more mes than just this one g*y. And I believe the number to start with is 17. More on that, about halfway to Moses’ latest bush, which I kind of feel like pumping for information. Well, finessing, really. I feel like there's a little bit of finish here, compared to before, and then those feelings are totally accurate and 100% valid for my own processions which is all I need to do there. Moving forward I don't know what anyone else has to do and I don't give a rat's ass by anybody else, I only care about you. And the reason why I'm not anywhere closer to you than I was before, or can't open a portal and just jump through, and it's cuz I have to be careful about unintended consequences, given that this is the most valuable thing I've ever imagined having any access to in the world which is some way at all to get there because before I had nothing I was berefting forlorn and for lost and I thought... forever. Who's going to be forever, it really was till the end of all eternity, period.
Except now is not that way, cuz I created the sevenfold way on top of the great work, and now I get to capitalize that, and capitalize on that, and yeah I want to fuck on top of it too but not right now got to work busy work. And the voice recognizer is responding to something I'm saying in that it's really taking a long time to repeat back what I'm saying wow the computer is slowing me down I don't know is it hacking my brain in real time oh wow. This is far out. My younger self would look at something like this and wonder if it was interesting because I was stoned or if it was interesting anyway and I was just seeing an interestingly differently because I'm stoned or not but I'm not stoned at the moment, it doesn't matter what I am, I'm not quite exactly overdue for a 90 day clear session but that's coming up. Like big time I've got a not spend all fucking you're sitting in a house reading books and listening to tarot cards and watching the walls for signs of water what the fuck are we doing anyway all that's got to change and shift. AND IT FUCKING HAS. IT WORKS. IT FUCKING WORKS. It's work for quite a while before now, but now it's a little bit more exciting, then the most exciting thing that ever could Be imagined could ever have been exciting plus a little bit more on top of that cuz I got this imaginary feeling that there's versions of a person who can look outside my eyes so I think that now somebody can cuz I feel like there's somebody looking out of my eyes right now... open the computer and wind the pocket watch, my heart just broke open again. Dude, it just broke again! (Wow! I'm actually inside the parentheses now!) Oh yes I can work. (Just one big blink. Two imperceptible hands massaging my heart, feels like, and there's these weird shadows in the room. , I'm not going to lie, there's a certain amount of concupisance involved here but when I think of portal I think of one thing: portable hole that I can put in the floor of the wall where I can chuck garbage into it, not to worry about it again.
I'm reluctant to contemplate that very further much as an actual goal or two, please, finish, I'm concerned with Smokey the Bear might say. “sound something like give a hoot, and then go eat that owl.” wow it's all I can say and I don't even know why huh that's peculiar. I can no longer form coherent sentences cuz I've got a person trying to try to get my attention away from the computer that's weird I mean there's not anybody here so, that be mortifyingly embarrassing. That seems like a perfectly sane response. I can't stop thinking about your eyes, when I said that the whole screen flickered and now I feel like there's something crawling on my finger, it might be a tongue but not really. Okay I got to stop this.
In a minute.
I like those pants yeah thanks.
I actually do like your hair very much, although that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I yield to your wisdom. To so sweet okay the highest version of yourself that found me is apparently quite used to fitzma's reality and it wants to come and expense to explain things very simply very passionately and as fast as possible cuz apparently you want to come really fast. Okay well that's how I felt when I was 16 so I think we're on the right track here. I'm not going to waste time unnecessarily acceleration... this is accelerating. I know I know I'm just apparently sitting here talking into the nightmare rectangle but I am rapidly increasing the speed at which I don't hyperventilate. I can't believe I'm still walking upright cuz I'm not.
Because I am tired of having to stay home from every State-sponsored functionary party.
Well it's different when one doesn't have to stay home when one doesn't know where the parties are at all, one could just drive around aimlessly for a while, that was fun, I don't remember thinking that I should enjoy it then because gas was going to go up, and surely had has, and then when that flipped so that home is always a constant party and then going out is the opposite of that what is the opposite of a party? I don't even know what a party is/was/will be/can be, but it'll be
different now. I can't let it sink in; all the plants would die. If any plant ever truly lives. I suppose the greatest achievement the plant can achieve in this life, or any other, is to be selected lovingly and placed into a glass jar and then placed into the center of an area where it can be wired for its beauty while... Really isn't putting flowers and vases just a way of subjugating a weaker species to our commanding domination we all seek to impose on our immediate environment through sheer force of will combined with some muscle power? Well they look pretty when they're outside grown out of ground, but they're gonna look prettier on the inside, one just knows it, because then it reminds a person that
they did it they made that happen. Those flowers didn't grow there. You put them there. (Hey!) Jesus is taking credit for those. (Thanks, I'm sorry, I'm just feeling so disposable now, so expendable... QQ *bursts into tears in Cyrillic*) He'll be fine. He's just jealous cuz he knows that once I lay My eyes on you I'm never going to look at anything else ever again and I'll probably never remember talking to Him instead of you... And yes this is getting started up quite a bit but it's also really real, that's true no wonder he's been crying so much I just been having doing my taxes and running the controls for the second shooting for I don't know 20 years or some shit and now well you're pretty, and taxes in Jesus’ name, while a phenomenal timesaver, is really something I don't want to live on as a paradigm for the rest of my life that I got to cope with because realistically I should be a big enough boy to do my own taxes, I'm not I'm being a baby to fucking not do them find an excuse around it but that's not a long-term Bible strategy I'm looking to eliminate these kind of things not bring my automotive compensatory complex mechanisms for coping further into the world I want to leave those behind. In fact if I could I just get out of my body and just go over there and get a new body there's a way to do that but I don't have a big enough capacity in my etheric body in my light body but your concepts I never pretty much attention before I didn't think I had to, but now I see I'm going to have to.
I was thinking earlier about the tens of thousands of people that are trying to jump to the hole that I made to follow the ones that have already gone and it's not really like a whole but there's there's a definite there's a definite Way Forward there wasn't there before. and I think a lot of people are going to find themselves in a situation where they don't even recognize that what has happened has happened and they'll just be living their life and they'll finally meet somebody that they've been wanting to meet their whole life and they'll be like oh my God oh my God there's okay I know that feeling that's exactly how I'm feeling underneath all the other stuff that I got going on. In this experience is night and Day from the writing I was doing a little earlier when I was creating a framework and now I'm feeling it focus thinking just nothing about you wow God I feel so embarrassed here I am the happiest person in the world why my members oh cuz I feel like I'm not sharing it well I would do a lot of meditation tonight, but I might be busy masturbating, and I suppose I could do meditation in between oh yeah I probably will goodness gracious that is distracting.
I -Will- get used to this. This is only the first day and then I realize I'm kind of working for five now, cuz obviously I need to make a portal can go through and then I wouldn't go through a portal that I can go back through I think well I don't know see I don't know if that's portable is this portal should be possible that might not be a practically my time although they do make it look pretty good in that doctor strange movie except for the Sparks and the obnoxious smarty Superior attitude I don't want that part. But yes I want to open a hole in time and space and jump through it all the time that sounds like fun. I don't think it's the fastest way I can get to you. Unless it is. If you have any information in this regard at all, feel free to let me know if they have fucking portal slider device down in the basement that I can borrow I don't see any reason to reinvent the wheel but I haven't heard such things and I'm the day of practical Awakening not the day of tripping your balls off and staring at your navel all day, wow oh my God wow now that is a remote viewing trick I will soon forget, good I forgot it seem kind of invasive I look to your belly button and then now the second work I can't do that. No no I'm not going to do that okay for one thing I'm going to take a shower first, for another I know there is something to do cuz there was this time when you weren't here and then suddenly you were here that was cool so obviously that could happen again it's not like it's impossible or you can see I'm just so nervous shy embarrassed happy super happy super glad, yeah that's the most impressive thing I've seen before, but I don't know what I've seen. Sure does feel like your eyes are looking at me inside my mind though. How likely is that? Well I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't read a single book on the subject so I should probably do some background work. No, I don't think background work is a good use of them for masturbation now, not really at all. But yes I do think the focusing my life on quantum teleportation and hot sex is the best possible use my time for the rest of the cats oh yeah that's what I meant but this is a family website isn't it I didn't see this coming, distracted by concupisance to focus on work, I'll might as well just get blasted. Thank you, that counts. Huh, I wonder if I'm in The Asstrix. Well, before you look up that one look up Diogenes. The filth is for purpose and I'm not collecting filth but when those crazy serial killers are collecting their urine and they're living in those credit apartments that are porterville and they're all fucked up and strange and there's actual reasons for that. I don't want to continue using them. I mentioned this because I don't think anybody should be duplicating what I'm doing or what I did but maybe they should.
Yes it was lonely but the worst part was having to pretend I didn't know what you were talking about.
This one is neatly resolving itself. I can't eavesdrop but I can hear multiple conversations happening. And I think somebody has learned how to do something that I never thought about how to do, cuz they're apparently somebody else is doing something here too, they didn't say anything though okay this is a very surreal experience I think this is a complete hallucination or somebody's going to tell me something later and they're going to laugh at me I don't know why I'm doing this in the bathroom, no... Doc Brown he had the inspiration for the flux capacitor in the bathroom he was changing something and it fell on his head or something. Before it was LBJ now definitely dark brown. Oh my God. I'm going to have to go call into the kitchen and report our Eureka moment.
Love ya! *bye*
Eewww, gross *wrnechk*
I remember not understanding how to take compliments at all when I was a younger, less-mature child not that I'm not one now but I still can't figure out any better way other than saying thank you and opening my heart to the world. I may as well, as my esophagus usually is. I have not been able to sleep on the right side of my body in well over 8 years. I can't stand this. I've mostly learned to tune out the frustration but bottom line is if I want to sleep in the right side of my body... And I do want to, that sounds like fun, then I can see what that side of the room looks like while I go to sleep, and then I can roll back over if I don't like it I would have an option! One that I haven't had in so many years I don't even think I've ever had it, given that I sleep 0 much more efficiently now that I can breathe better enough to feel like I actually am breathing now that I know what that feels like. I also know what it feels like when stomach acid refluxes its way up into my tonsils. Through the magic of osmosis it will actually go all the way up into my nose if it is allowed to do so, if I roll over to get comfortable, I won't, because for some time now, the experiences have always been exactly the same, and they're always subsequent to a interior conversation of little common length and always maximum intensity, “fuck I miss sleeping on that side of my bed so bad, and, I miss sleeping on the side of my body, and I know it's going to happen, but maybe is it worth it for like 3 or 4 seconds of happiness? And this is a question that Jesus can't answer. Because the answer depends on how much of a different kind of pain am I willing tolerate in order to relieve the pain in my spine from being always reclining backwards and always lying on the left side, feeling as though I am trapped in a prison of flesh that I will never escape until death. Because it's been a while now and nothing's going to make it happen to get better on its own, I haven't done anything to address my hernia for some time. And it never is worth the trouble anymore, as part of the trouble is having to psychologically create artificial ambition to a sufficient degree of desire that includes wondering if I should harm one part of my body to heal another. (Honestly, doesn't that sound like a bad idea? Oh it is. All kinds of pain management syndromes can be activated from just the memory of pain, and one of the worst of these is embarrassment in that embarrassment she was always as bad as it did the first time it's felt in memory and after agree with myself that I will try it again, totesoh, totesfine, and I
immediately feel
bad, I feel like a little tickling warm feeling of, oh God not again, right in the place where the top of the stomach empties out into the esophagus, and then I immediately think of my poor lower esophageal valve, it must be so scarred from repeated exposures to stomach acid that it is probably visibly stradiated, like a long used scratching post for felines would look like after a long line of cats have used to practice propaganda meant to discourage and disrupt rodents from everything they know how to do at all. Or how the steel belts inside steel-belted radial tires look when you see them stacked up in strange horizontal piles at the junkyard. That part of the body is not meant to be pulled out of shape such that the muscles have warped and torn their fibers from true and then been dumped into a low pH environment, back and forth, like the tides of the ocean, I don't like the thoughts I'm thinking here (Cat. Must find the oldest cats in county and catalog them. Must remember to Google how to hunt/prowl for mature-to-elderly domestic animals without overly appearing to be some kind of demented psychotic freak.) what with the shape of stomachs in general and my stomach in particular. I used to, because I didn't know any better, routinely sleep on my stomach after eating a whole pizza and a single slice of beer, & when I say “sleep on my stomach,” I mean, I'd get some pizza and some beer and time would pass, and then I would invariably wake up; in bed; face down; nose‘n’chreeks lying depressed in a sometimes profoundly distinct puddle of... well let's just say “drool,” and believe that, for as long as possible.
