No, my therapist didn’t show up when I begged my fucking doctor for a therapist, and the mental health system is doing this deliberately to ween me out of my learned helplessness because that is something they do, so here I am being told go to therapy and the therapy I get is the mental health system saying you aren’t good enough for therapy. Like, they think I have parasitic tendencies when they see me for fifteen minutes a month because fifteen years ago I lied to doctors to try to get disability and drugs.
Right? I fucked up half my life ago and now I CANNOT get therapy because that’s in my chart, but you see how broken I am, so obviously the only thing for me to do is to be used by the FBI as the sorcerer I am, where a sorcerer specifically means “caster of lots.”
I seperate the wheat from the weeds. Basically, I am the crazy person that says kids got cute feet and I network with people and I decide if they deserve to be saved. I’m Jesus Christ, mother fucker, and that is the archetype that is prophecized around. I fucked up without actually fucking up as a kid, so I know sin without having sinned, so I have the perspective to distinguish between someone just attracted to such n such and someone who acts on those impulses. I seperate the wheat from the weeds. This is how the police state works. They use crazy people and keep them crazy because I am an audacious mf’er and I will go nuts beyond nuts, such as saying nothing in my defense to guarantee I be crucified, in order to PROVE I’m not a cop.
And thus the battle is won, because of our lord, the man so audacious he will go up to a homeless man and ask him for change.
No, you absolutely did not. You typed a fucking novel about God and metaphysics that made absolutely zero sense. You just spouted nonsense and expected people to understand it. Just because you attempted to use quantum physics jargon doesn’t make it more than plain nonsense.
No, my therapist didn’t show up when I begged my fucking doctor for a therapist, and the mental health system is doing this deliberately to ween me out of my learned helplessness because that is something they do, so here I am being told go to therapy and the therapy I get is the mental health system saying you aren’t good enough for therapy. Like, they think I have parasitic tendencies when they see me for fifteen minutes a month because fifteen years ago I lied to doctors to try to get disability and drugs.
Right? I fucked up half my life ago and now I CANNOT get therapy because that’s in my chart, but you see how broken I am, so obviously the only thing for me to do is to be used by the FBI as the sorcerer I am, where a sorcerer specifically means “caster of lots.”
I seperate the wheat from the weeds. Basically, I am the crazy person that says kids got cute feet and I network with people and I decide if they deserve to be saved. I’m Jesus Christ, mother fucker, and that is the archetype that is prophecized around. I fucked up without actually fucking up as a kid, so I know sin without having sinned, so I have the perspective to distinguish between someone just attracted to such n such and someone who acts on those impulses. I seperate the wheat from the weeds. This is how the police state works. They use crazy people and keep them crazy because I am an audacious mf’er and I will go nuts beyond nuts, such as saying nothing in my defense to guarantee I be crucified, in order to PROVE I’m not a cop.
And thus the battle is won, because of our lord, the man so audacious he will go up to a homeless man and ask him for change.
That’s how Jesus met John.
You are seriously delusional and in need of professional psychiatric assistance.
I. Am. Receiving. That.
Dude then just say that instead of typing a fucking novel about random, unrelated shit.
I did say that.
I just right at a 30th grade reading level.
Deliberate.
I am that which brings secular into quantum.
Because “quantum” is the closest your childish ass will ever understand magick.
I say this as a man that stares at goats.
Judge me now so I see where you are, developmentally.
No, you absolutely did not. You typed a fucking novel about God and metaphysics that made absolutely zero sense. You just spouted nonsense and expected people to understand it. Just because you attempted to use quantum physics jargon doesn’t make it more than plain nonsense.
You need to be in a home.
No, this is a novel, boy. Tf? Three, four paragraphs is a “novel?” Bro, I write 2k-8k words a day.
I. Am. Q.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KXt0EuhD4U5Pa2Jl050lscOfZi_UxOKQWz4oVewYUH0/edit?usp=drivesdk