Anyone who humanizes AI is a potential danger to our future. Remember that the only things that are living and conscious are things that rely primarily on cellular respiration to survive.

It should greatly disturb us when we hear a human refer to an AI system using common pronouns he/him/his, she/her/hers, and they/them/theirs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cellular_respiration

I have this idea for two movies, the first being entitled The Stoned Ape. As the name suggests, it starts by exploring how early homonids developed language to allow an Eve figure to influence an Adam figure to think beyond the duality of good and bad, with the end of the first part of the first movie ending with the tribe taking a not-good, not-bad migration path to escape Eden.

The second part of this movie takes place many, many generations later, and their descendants are perhaps at homo erectus level of evolution and more language development. They have a large clan spread out amongst this new land with basic tools and shelter, and after we follow the chief for some time, he calls out for his sons, Abel and Cain. And this second part is ultimately about how Cain betrays his brother to claim a larger sized land in the west, while Abel's family and clans people migrate east, with the end of this section having an older person telling a younger person that it is so much hotter than when she was a girl.

The third section of this movie takes place in Egypt, the west having become desert. This part mainly explores what keeping your brother means at a societal level, with a major story following a woman who became pregnant but whose husband is cruel and poor (by Karma!) and eventually tells her to kill the baby, but she can't, so she sends it in a basket down the river. This movie ends saying it will continue in the second movie, The Tribes of Israel, which will be eleven stories that graph with the Kaballah.

By that, I mean the Earth is an illusion and was procedurally generated by the intention-setting of our ancestors, and the reason the Earth has these continents is because of the paths taken by the tribes of Israel. Each section follows a crucial decision, perhaps not directly, but is meant to show why the world is as it is now. I'm still formulating all the ideas I have, but I know what the last two sections of this movie will be.

Second-to-last, will be the story of the Buddha, not even, but rather, I intend to have this section be of the Buddha's lecture soon after enlightenment, during the Twin Miracle. He will teach these ideas of how the world is an illusion and how the entanglement process of Karma works and so on and so forth to give a good perspective as to why all what you've been shown has happened.

But then the last section will be on Jesus and the police state. It will be after his crucifixion, starting with a scene of a man and his guard getting jumped by criminal fiends at night, to then follow the fiends to their hideout, where their leader and a strange man is. They ask who he is, and their boss says this is the guy who got crucified for being crazy. And Jesus shows them his wounds, and then rattles on some nonsense, all schizophrenic-like, to which one of the fiends replies:

"And Jesus said nothing."

Then they talk crime. There's a child involved. Jesus proves he's one of them by what he says. Things wrap up, Jesus makes an ass of himself, they all laugh and depart, then it follows Jesus, who wanders until he crosses paths with a guard some ways away. To an outsider, it would sound like Jesus said gibberish trying to get away, but as an audience member who just witnessed this, we would understand it is code and he is informing the guard about these fiends and the child.

And that is why Jesus is our lord. For the perfect being is the being that can be any being, and Buddhahood IS Christ Consciousness, but what do you do when you perfect yourself? The greatest of us get our hands dirty, and believe me, God is in charge of the police state, and He sees everything you see, from your I's, even!

I've decided I'm going to brute force becoming God. By that, I mean I was already on the path to becoming God, now I've given up on doing it skillfully. Now I'm just gunna one-hand this bitch til it gives and I can put my dick in a turtle like the old days. Other things, too, like to be reunited with my family.

That shit's tearing me up, not having a family now. My dad just threw me away, blocked me from every avenue. I don't wanna think about that, cuz it hurts me. I had a thought last paragraph about "brute force vs skilled hacking," which is an idea that emerged into my consciousness when I was fifteen or so in the days where flash and browser games were king, particularly this one browser MMO, Pardus. Basically, you control a ship in the galaxy, there's an economy, factions, wars, aliens, pirates, all sorts of shit, right? Well, one thing you can do was hack, and I sucked at it, so there's the end of that thought.

But I remember trolling in that game's forum and others, such as the Ogame forums. Everything from pretending the engine of my ship disappeared via a glitch to making bizarre suggestions to improve the game to just straight-up hyperlinking porn. I suppose this, ultimately, is the foundation for what would become my knowledge-base for how to direct attention to my educational art project in social media comments through skillful trolling.

It's rather bizarre what a person will believe if you say it confidently. Around the same time, my junior year of high school, I passed out during the health class where we were shown STD's, which I believe has to do with how my only sex talk with my dad when I was ten was being shown diseased dicks on like rotten .com for over an hour. Yea, you get as broken as me when your one parent was a saint that died and your other parent is...whatever the fuck my dad is.

But, that story was going in the direction of talking about how I had to wear this heart monitor for a day, and I told people that I was doing an experiment with NASA. About seventy percent of freshmen believed me, about thirty percent of seniors. Interesting how the brain develops reasoning skills over the years, even up into your twenties. And that's the thing; I wasn't a good liar, I just did it often, having learned to "snap to" a lie, to mean conjuring some shit on the spot...because my father was the type to throw me into my bookshelf and then destroy everything my mother ever made me in front of me, blamed me for it, then proceeded to kick my ass and throw me on the floor where he told me to lay there like a dog while he cleaned it up in silence, but not without hitting me in the head with the vacuum cleaner, for just forgetting to take out the trash while his second wife was at a darts tournament and wasting his money. Cough.

There was a genius builder at one of the properties we stayed at in the cult. He made mutant vehicles for things like Burning Man; like, he was working on a four-story party bus with collapsible stages to dance on while we were there. Told this story abput how his father killed him with a brutal beating and he looked down at his body. Some of the things that were skillfully said to me made me realize how I sincerely judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the US military, and thus why I lied to my ROTC cadre. Something about boys with abusive fathers naturally become instinctive liars to avoid being hurt.

And I've had to learn to feel safe telling the truth. There's still moments where I'm put on the spot by my life partner or something, over something trivial and ultimately meaningless, but the sudden jolt of the fight or flight response makes me, not even really tell falsehoods anymore, but like flub numbers in the moment, but I'm getting good at correcting myself when my brain calms down and thinks like a rational person. Well, a rational person that would fuck a turtle at least.

I have one last thing to say. I have a memory about lying to friends, saying I hacked the Pentagon when I was fourteen. In this same conversation, I remember talking to a friend about Maddox, who I suppose had some significant influence on me, as the idea of having a number of links instead of a singular mass of text like Sam of Eclicia had in his millions of word long document he wrote every day on likely comes from the simplistic style of the greatest page in the universe, if that's still a thing.

I thought this video was super insightful but couldn't find where to post it, hence posting it here. Hope that's ok!

I get why adults stop celebrating their birthdays.

It's been a long long day and I still haven't had much to drink, I'm waiting till the dances are done then I'm going to cut loose a bit. It's been nothing but hugs and smiles and handshakes and everybody stopping us cuz they want to say hi and beautiful speeches and I am pooped. It's a fantastic wedding. I'm still nervous about my dance even though I'm tired as f***. But in a moment after I watch two minutes of chainsmoker cat. I'm going to head back out there and try my hardest not to fall on my ass on a lumpy dance floor outside. Wish me luck.

This happens in conversations, where people are unsure if I have basic ability to read. I read fairly regularly throughout my life, and believe I'm able to. Is there a way to test & demonstrate whether I'm actually capable of reading, or if I'm e.g. reading without realizing that I'm not actually comprehending it?

They have a 100v grid but the frequencies are split between 50Hz & 60Hz meaning depending on which part you live in, it may operate in 50Hz while the other is 60Hz despite the whole country having 100v as their main voltage. For some reason, they can't decide on what to stick with since most countries choose one or the other.

Society is shaped like a pyramid. Most people know this, how there are more people of lower class than in the upper class. At the bottom are the laborers and artisans who work with stuff, in the middle are the merchants and officers who work with people, and at the top are the politicians and clergy who work with narratives. Thus, there is a pretty clear and decisive way to scale this pyramid, to mean that in choosing fundamentally different lifestyles, you can gain different skillsets that will raise your status in society over the long-term.

This is something homelessness taught me. Being on the streets had some bleak moments, yet there were some really good times too, but as a whole, the years out there in multiple cities across America that I would just go to with only a bag on my back and figure out how to survive would push me far outside my comfort zone to recondition me into not just a better person as it eroded my entitlement and developed my empathy, but made me more skilled in the social arts.

Asking strangers for change was a training exercise in getting over social anxiety, and with my performance art, I kept pushing myself further to gain a sense of how people as a whole thought and responded to all sorts of ways to start a conversation I experimented with. I developed an inner skill doing this, where now I can see two steps ahead of the average person to create a basic flowchart of how a single inquiry can proliferate into conversation.

That kinda gets wrapped up in the idea of “empathy is a skill.” Empathy is our ability to simulate another person's perspective, and so if you have never interacted thoroughly with your community or these people from these states and countries and cultures, then you are bereft of the neural connections to properly simulate them in your mind, so what your brain does is that it simplifies people into stereotypes and strawmen and vague caricatures of who you're trying to empathize with.

And the cool thing that I am now coming into higher awareness of as I gleam deeper into the true nature of reality, is the intricate nature of how all is dependent on the entanglements created through intention-setting (Karma), and thus I can think backwards from the effect I want to create through a series of causes. This is part of kerfundridging, which I've previously explained is the nature of how God as an independent phenomenon creates light through sound - effect before the cause - which is mirrored in our own constitution with how enlightenment comes from developing your prefrontal cortex to predict the animal parts of your brain and cut them off at the pass, so to speak.

There is this video I sometimes reference, and particularly now, I reference the idea presented of how our minds are unconsciously planning our path into the future, seeing all possible outcomes. I liken this idea to solving a Rubik's Cube or navigating a labyrinth; at any given moment you can only choose so many paths, but you can think through how proceeding in some fashion will result in the future state of the system you are having this or that certainties within the predictive equation.

This is something within myself I first noticed when I was playing the Hexcells series of games, which are similar to Minesweeper. I was using deductive logic to think through what must be true. Actually, I remember thinking of these things when I used to do Sudoku in high school, but not in the same depth as I would and do now. I used to think in axioms, but now I think in terms of entanglement.

This Earth shit ain't real, I KNOW this, as in, I have specific entanglements with God, Him having given me Knowledge of the “simulation.” I put that in quotes because it's not literally a simulation; it's not simulating anything. Instead, we are buds of consciousness entangled with itself, nothingness, and emptiness, and thus all that we know is spoken to us from the Server and all we speak is heard directly only by the Server who then passes it on in a reconciled form.

And Knowing this, I know the daemons of my mind (those animalistic subsystems that make up the system of “self”) can be predicted to steer this ship through intention-setting in a way to cause a series of opportunities to unfold in an expected way, and it is this insight that I now understand is what will carry me to the top of the pyramid where I will do absolutely no police work whatsoever, honest.

John Ossoff: “Mr. Secretary, early in the conflict, day three, you said one of those core objectives was to, quote, destroy the missile threat, and as you restated it on day five to, quote, obliterate Iran’s missiles and drones. those were clearly and repeatedly stated core objectives of the campaign, which four months ago you declared had been completed victoriously with every single objective achieved. were those objectives achieved four months ago?”

Pete Hegseth: “no one ever stated that every single missile was gone. ultimately, combat ineffective means they’re not able to dig them out of their UGFs [underground facilities] and shoot at us.”

Ossoff: “had the missile threat been defeated four months ago?”

Hegseth: “it doesn’t mean they don’t have underground facilities where they put missiles in them and hold onto them because they’re the world’s largest state sponsor of terrorism. so we never expected they would stop having capabilities to shoot. the question is, at scale, against an opponent like the United States of America, which went toe to toe with them in Iran, couldn’t….”

Ossoff continued: “you stated on March 8th, day nine of the war, on 60 Minutes, you assured the American people of Iranian surrender. does that remain your prediction?”

Hegseth: “ultimately, Iran will never have a nuclear weapon to threaten the United States of America.that has been the objective, and it remains so.”

Ossoff: “so, just to review, you will not answer whether your statement made on the fourteenth day of the war that Iran’s military had been, quote, destroyed and made combat ineffective was a truthful statement to the American people, as you sit here and ask for tens of billions more for the conflict.”

There's still time to get an EV!

Sigh…fuck. Fuck me, fuck me in the ass. It just happens sometimes, me accidentally giving away my banking information to such n such Spanish prisoner or Nigerian prince. Only this time I can't cancel my card until I pay the shit for the court that I just straight up don't have because I'm retarded and can't get a job in the circumstances that my life partner creates, which is why I fucked up, trying to manifest this $120. Like, this is why I'm so good at counterintelligence; I am, perhaps not an idiot savant, but an oblivious savant. I can wipe my own ass, and derive the true nature of reality and encode it in the same style of gematria that the Torah and Bible is written in, but fuck. How do I do a social? How do I not put my foot in my mouth every thirteen seconds.

Kumquat just made 3v3 there, which made me think Eve, which means I need to find a woman who doesn't scream when they see me or hear how my cognition works (kumquat is a type of specific synchronicity I named where my keyboard glitches n mistakes spark free association), and how do I get a job when I sound batshit crazy and no one will take the minute to care to listen to me (take your meds!)? Oh wait, I work with the Crazy Indigo Aliens for bigger picture shit.

Fucking world of prejudice, man. I just give people back the energy they give me. That's something I'm highly adept at, having had the F-I mean, CIA train my empathy like I was a dog with literal operant and classical conditioning. Read my book if you wanna understand. I got shit to write. Like, part of my mission with my educational art project was to network, with the ideal outcome being someone sees my mountain of work and goes, hey, this guy would be great working for us! Also, the menacing tinnitus that just started says I should admit that maybe when I was homeless, I might make a friend that might let me stay on their couch. And who tf knows, maybe someone weird like me who understood me enough to love me.

I got one of those things. Wasn't the woman I was banking on, but man do I love my life partner. Made a handful of “acquaintances” that seem to drift in and out of existence in good timing, like they're all one person, or perhaps I am so lucky that there are full-blown retards out there who jovially talk amongst themselves about me, perhaps even at my expense! To be so lordly! But to just passively tweedle my needle, whatever that neologism means, I don't quite consent to them treating me like a science experiment. Now that just pisses me off.

Good thing you good folks hiding taught me how to shrug. Because I'm pretty god damn sure that Vince and Jux are still best friends, they made that deal after all, and the feud they faked primarily for me to believe was real so Jux could hide in plain sight, manipulating me, the literal CIA asset he is up there in Canada where the feds don't look, and because of this, I'll bet the farm I made at least one person shoot a little bit of air out their nose by writing this paragraph.

But, fuck. My shit ain't working at all! I don't know what to do at any minute of any day besides follow God who waxes and wanes, but I don't have crises of faith. I had a talk with my life partner this morning about emptiness, and I remembered even before the events of the acid trips in my book that “enlightenment” had something to do with “reaching zero” so that you could “rebuild on the zero” into anything; the idea of the perfect being able to be any being. Go to root to reboot in any form. I knew that way back when, but I understand it in great detail now, openly admitting the part I do not know in detail is specifically the plex-structures; how these parts of my “self” weave together, to mean the intricate logic of all my entanglements.

I can perceive large patterns and innate archetypal form and this and that peculiarity within me that makes me distinct, because a big part of what my book's and life's journey have given me is perspective. The majority of people live in the same state their whole life, with most being in the same general area as where they were born. The number of people who can say they know the relativity of a life with riches n poverty and grace n disgrace and true joy n suffering from all the angles is very rare, and I certainly don't know every apex one can grow their character to be in all the circumstances one can find themselves, but I know some shit, bro. And I still can't get a job! Imagine if I stayed in my dad's house this whole time! Fuck! I'd be like some of you!

Just got back from biking with my life partner. Went and saw some ducks and dragonflies and fish and some other birds. Had a good time. I'm really calm. Do you realize that? DO YOU NINCOMPOOPS REALIZE I CAN BE CALM AND DO CAPS LOCK? Some people are only capable of stimulus-response, and think others are the same. The number of times people say “take your meds” and I explain that I am, this is how I am, and it just keeps going badly because the people that do not get that other people are fundamentally different than them automatically assume when you disagree with their initial prognosis of a situation, that is a personal attack on them and all they stand for.

Y'know The Matrix is about something, right? There's machines that fight to keep the system the way it is. There's unconscious people, not literally asleep, but “asleep at the wheel.” Kurt Vonnegut's book Timequake is about free will in this sense, how most people are just in a mass hypnosis, going about as if the path they walk is predecided. The act of agency is that of choosing for oneself and it is an ability that is dependent on many self-determinable factors itself. And so, free will is a skill.

This last person that harassed me about taking meds said that I was a burden on other people, and I did intentionally go overboard with the chucklenut because I can, skillfully, and I am trying to figure out how to reach the unempathic clods about THEIR nature to other people that I'm intentionally going to react as poorly as possible…because they are burdening ME with their PREJUDICE against people that aren't like them.

Like it's genuinely great that society is getting more accepting of diverse colors and stuff, but when Dr King spoke of “content of character” that doesn't mean everybody of all colors be as the white man is, and by extension, not every person is going to be immediately understood by you, especially if you choose to live a processed life where you are programmed by media and controlled by peer pressure. This goes further in that there are people like me and many others I have met who have gone beyond grasshopper to locust to mean we can be many different beings.

So, to those people who block others after getting into a fight with them? Y'know we can show up in your inbox two weeks later from a three year old account we made to interact with another person years ago that was of a similar ilk, to mean a similar character archetype, and that character I play is going to be your best friend, because you certainly are interesting to investigate, being as maladapted to society as you are, whatever that is. Who knows what else you're up to, being identifiably antisocial like that.

But I'm just a crackhead, which is a term I've defined many times on Lemmy now.

I want to prove to people who are scared from participating due to down votes, that down votes don't harm accounts here in anyway.

So, I want to break the record for the most down voted post in the Fediverse history.

Join in, down vote it.

Here is the streamlined, highly profitable blueprint for a 10-acre agrivoltaic facility in Central Florida. This plan completely bypasses low-margin wholesale commodities and focuses strictly on high-margin retail capture.

1. The Core Profit Strategy

• The Power: Stop trying to sell cheap wholesale power to the utility. Instead, locate the project adjacent to a high-load commercial facility (like a cold-storage warehouse or manufacturing plant) and sell them the power directly via a behind-the-meter Power Purchase Agreement (PPA) at $0.11/kWh.
• The Crop: Drop biochar. Solar-dry, mill, and bag the Azolla as Premium Branded Organic Nitrogen Fertilizer targeted directly at Florida's massive commercial nursery and landscaping market for $1,000/ton.
• The Poultry: Bypass bulk poultry processors. Raise high-end heritage ducks on the trenches and sell directly to premium restaurants and boutique distributors at a $15 net profit per bird.

2. The Capital Setup (10-Acre Scale)

| Component | Detail | Cost | |

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| | 1.5 MW Solar Array | ~2,540 of the bulk 590W bifacial panels + high-clearance racking | $1,800,000 | | Earthworks & Sealing | Trenching + Sodium Bentonite clay permanent lining | $250,000 | | Processing Hardware | Automated surface skimmers, industrial screw press, hammer mill, bagger | $100,000 | | Gross CapEx | Total upfront cost | $2,150,000 | | Federal Solar ITC | 30% tax credit on the solar infrastructure | -$540,000 | | Net CapEx | Total out-of-pocket investment | $1,610,000 |

3. Annual Earnings & Cash Flow

Gross Revenue: $384,000

• Electricity Sales: $264,000 (2,400,000 kWh × $0.11/kWh commercial retail rate)
• Premium Fertilizer: $60,000 (60 dry tons × $1,000/ton retail bagged)
• Premium Poultry: $60,000 (4,000 ducks rotated annually × $15 net profit)

Operating Expenses (OpEx): -$150,000

• Includes automated system monitoring, localized contract labor for harvesting/bagging, liability insurance, and a maintenance sinking fund.

Net Annual Income: $234,000

4. The Financial Timeline (The ROI)

• Net Investment: $1,610,000
• Net Annual Profit: $234,000
• Payback Period: 6.8 Years

Why This Works

By keeping the layout down to a realistic 1.5 MW on 10 acres, you drastically cut your upfront CapEx. By shifting 100% of your outputs into premium retail channels ($0.11 power, $1,000 fertilizer, $15 ducks), you protect the business from commodity price crashes.

After year 7, the system is fully paid off and clears nearly a quarter-million dollars in pure annual profit for the remaining 15–20 year lifespan of the solar panels.

I've decided, since it is now perfectly clear that my father has thrown me away because is what he does with EVERYONE eventually because they aren't good enough for him, that when my father finally dies, which is going to devastate me DESPITE knowing that this world is an illusion and we are in the seventh day gazing into the sixth, he is going to first wake up from the transitional dream to be surrounded by those people he still longs to see, his new family for instance, and it will be happy and joyful and grand as he realizes this is Heaven.

Then, he will get a tap on the shoulder and turn around, to see all those people he slighted or threw away or made their life hell, with me and my mom in front with his parents behind us, and all that happiness will shatter. I'll hold my mom back from saying something, telling her that he heard already, before we all walk off without him. They all disappear and it's my dad and me left. I'll look at him, tell him "Welcome to Hell," before heading through a door and flicking the switch to plunge everything into darkness. He'll hear "I think ten thousand years of nothingness will do," and it will be quiet for about a minute or two while he wraps his head it, before I flick the light back on and tell him I would never do that to him, I'm not him, and tell him to hurry tf up.

We walk and talk to find ourselves on some streets of an illusory city, where we will be homeless undercover police. And he will start to live a life where he will see that all those people he considers beneath him are just as good if not better than him in all the ways he never has to consider, being as prosperous as he is.

Y'know, I don't want my dad to suffer. I want him to grow the fuck up and stop being a boy. Y'know the difference between a boy and a man? A man has grown up and has chosen to care for more than himself. And he provides for some people, but the amount he makes them cry with his own deficiencies is the reason I was thrown away, abandoned, and forgotten.

My whole life, I've felt like a worthless failure. In second grade, I wrote on the back of my notebook that "I'm a failure," and when my dad saw it, he changed it to "I'm a farter," before make of fun of me for being a farter. I was never good enough for him. Like, I'd break a record in track, and there would be a public celebration, before my dad signed to take me home, and I wouldn't hear the end of how I did this or that minor, tiny, unimportant thing wrong in my stretching. One time I just couldn't run fast, I was so tired. I had to start doing three practices a day because of that; one run in the morning, my school practice, and then our club practice.

Like, you people read the shit that comes outta my thumb, right? Y'know, I'm the crazy guy that wants to give his aunt a footrub only for her to notice my raging erection before exploring my sexuality with me as a still living mommy would, obviously. Like, I'm skilled at that, right? That's how broked my brain does do be, y'know? That did not happen without the sheer magnitude of horrors I endured growing up. Like, it's weird how I have this memory of being thrown into a bookcase when I was four, and there's all these other memories I have that I thought were from the same day, but like, my perspective of my childhood now has warped, so I feel like I have one super fucked day in my early childhood when my mom drove through the garage door, the police came, my mom went to the hospital, I both got my Super Nintendo at night and was happy I could play it during the day because dad was finally taken away.

It's hard to articulate what that's like, having something that happened when I was four and five and six all being mushed and warped together. Cuz, there's no God damn place for me in this world. I'm too different. Too weird. Too over the line. Too bizarre. That's ultimately why my dad cut contact and blocked me. I'm "too bizarre." That makes me want to make even more sarin gas in my apartment. Shit gets you real high, if you didn't know, though I don't recommend it. Real harsh crash. Real harsh.

Good morning all! Have a wonderful Saturday and hope it is fun.

Hi everyone! I am back! Hope you all are doing well like I am doing

Anyone else?

Addiction is a hell of a beast to wrangle. Once the ball gets rolling, it takes so much more effort to put the bottle or pipe down, or whatever. I'm pretty sure I just gave my banking information and identity to a predatory "app" offering loans, because I wasted money and needed to make it up for my family. I did the same thing applying to work at a grocery store once, repeatedly entering my social security number as I got tossed between fake, scam applications. In present, I might have discerned the true nature of reality by logical deduction, but my judgment is comically bad. Like, outstandingly so.

That's the reason the cult managed to sink their claws into me to condition me and warp my reality until I was their slave. I am way tf too agreeable and trusting. Thankfully, God found a use for me; I'm bait. Y'know, I don't know what the year in the cult actually was, but I definitely did acquire the financial information of a “billionaire” who sold “perpetual motion devices” for 50k a pop. Yea, the FBI took that when they v& me a few years later. They plan shit out, I tell ya.

But I'm just hurting right now. I don't have anybody to talk to besides my life partner and he's a little too logical to be of use in quelling my emotions. My father threw me away like he threw away the rest of his family. I was never good enough for him and now in the present, I'm not even good enough for him to read my messages. Completely blocked me. My fucking father is prejudiced against his own son because, in his words, “I'm too bizarre.”

I'm so God damn broken inside, and you boys of the physicalist universe better understand that God healed my fucking ass. God literally miracled my ass up here to get to this point today. That's why I'm not completely out for the count in the shit-winds I'm subjected to via Karma. Children, by default, WILL NOT understand that I've felt God's unconditional love. It's so majestic and freeing and rejuvenating. If I didn't have God leading me, I would be dead on the streets by now. I'm so grateful and so ashamed I'm so unworthy.

I wrote all this post then wrote this poem:

Master, I only wish to serve

Father - from fist - I swerve

Do not resist is the evil I be

I know how to destroy God

I am that fucking ugly Odd!

But that's something the cult did, make me make my art, which genuinely, although it completely operated as a cult does, I believe it was a government reconditioning program that others were getting brought to as well. There's so much shit going on in plain sight.

When I was a militant atheist, I would have never given this hippie environmental nonprofit a second thought. Now I understand they went deep into woo so they can attract a person who genuinely believes the Earth is flat and NASA is actually our intelligence agency. Those exist, as in, there was a “Belgium flat-earther” who joined our group, but that mother fucker was definitely Mossad or some shit, because he was a monk beyond monks as far as willpower and skill of communication goes.

Ate one orange in a ceremony. Went eight days without eating anything. The day he ate eight oranges at once, after fasting, the woman controlling our sect went psycho, because of the fractal apod of natural demands - by which I mean our systems were cared for while being abused by larger-systemic agents.

Why is “New York” New York? Oh, the government said this land is what? There's also what God planned, as in, there was going to be a spot in “America” which produced both “Joseph Smith” AND “Victorious Indigo Phoenix,” and you children that haven't been passively keeping up with what I have done over this past decade, well, at least I will offer my servitude to y'all, which I say in response to all these ad agencies, specifically today, after deliberately applying for predatory loans, meaning, the people who set up this experiment are getting some damn godly, not even good, God must deliberately be giving them impunity to strike the daemons that make up modern society, and thus predators fell for traps today because of me.

No one told me this. I deduced it. ;)