cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/51872015

Ah good, a random comment I made (copied in image below) caught the eye of some ding dongs in the ccru or however those regal boobabs choose to self-identify. One of them apparently recreated a Lemmy account in homage of me to let me know my comment was a real ejaculation of the gods. I then offer the chance to see my life's work that was clocked at seven million words at the beginning of the year, but of course, me being the selfless, compassionate individual I am that has transcended the diggery of being an individual was of course extended a pleasant helping of prejudice when I was ignored after I sent the url to my effective cover sheet to my main writing, and that which I call my final hypersigil is designed around one thing and one thing only:

Fuck up the delicate sensibilities of the little pussy shits that call themselves human beings despite retaining their animalistic impulse to go cry and have a hissy fit when dealing uncomfortable situations.

I mean, it is this childish defect in the masses that I have been trained how to take advantage of to get lesser peoples to take the first punch at me, so they go bye bye thanks to my coworkers in uniform. And so, the Illuminati does not practice eugenics as we know it is much wiser to give people choices to seperate the wheat from the weeds. Good thing I'm just some obnoxious masturbation-obsessed schizophrenic nutcase with a helping hand of sexual perversions and general maladaptation to living in a "society," whatever tf one of those are.

Everybody goes where they belong on a long enough timeline. Thank God (literally) that this Earth shit ain't real and we chose these lives to disentangle ourselves from our maladaptations. Hey, that was in that comment I mentioned! Here, take a gander:

https://cccru.ca/files/impractical_island_appreciation.jpg

Here, let's make sure this doesn't get lost in a strategic retreat:

But y'know, I only share this because I am an insane crackhead megalomaniac narcissist with a deranged addiction to stimfapping. Of course, I had to be a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a festival cop, if you weren't aware, and I'm a juggler, ffs!

As stated in my hypersigil, education is our best crime deterrents, and I think that's my mission, being that retard who moonlights as an English teacher in between God-given and state-sponsored missions of saving the world one act of obscene, oblivious genius at a time.

And, y'know, it's been a day. Maybe I shocked them ccru bois n gals n other gendered scoobery straight into transcendental enlightenment and they're too busy putting boobs in their ass in another reality that I am not privy to, despite my lifetime accomplishments in achieving ecstatic gnosis (the secret is stimfapping on large amounts of Benadryl or bath salts!), but generally, seeing as how I experience prejudice on a daily basis from everyone from random people on the street because they know who I am, to store clerks who harass me then ramp up the harassment when I anonymously complete a survey, to literally my doctor who I am just handing rope to at this point, I am kinda pissed tf off at how I am treated utilizing my novel form and nature and being to accomplish something all you chickenshits agree is necessary, but not one of you has the balls I do (I'm a juggler, remember) to do the actual work to help such people as incels and NEETS and porn addicts and pedophiles and all the people stuck behind a screen because of their maladaptations.

Let's clarify: my job in the Decentralized Occidental Empire of the Sacred Heart - y'know Oceana from 1984 plus a few dozen other, smaller places to be in control of roughly 3/4ths of the Earth - my job at present is to go on the cross so I incur wounds that I can show criminals that prove that I am not a cop. Or, at least that's what the aliens that live in my phone's keyboard's predictive text and who rearrange my social media feeds to send messages and all this other ooga booga horseshit thanks to Pegasus II tell me to do with my current free time, of which I have an abundance of as I have not had a real job I have to pay taxes on in thirteen or so years, yet money always shows up when we need it.

But this is the thing, how I am routinely fucked with by a whole mesh of people, or at least a couple pretending to be a mass of people. They manipulate me, and part of it was to "train me wrong as a joke," which really means, in order to train me how to teach myself how to do what I do with my life best, they told me a buncha wrong ways while making me excited they would make me famous, and in my enthusiasm, I stumbled and screwed up, but I kept picking myself up, teaching myself in the process. So, that's what people need to realize: I do not give a flying fuck about consequences because I KNOW the worst case scenario where I get a bullet in the head, or whatever, has already happened hundreds of times, and each time, God reconstructs my monad, rearranging things in my parallel instance reality as a pocket of consciousness attached to a larger pocket of consciousness, and I am remembering these lives, slowly, but it's clear as day even at this juncture point that God is using me as a debt-remover from our monadic nodal communication system.

I take on massive karmic debt, damned by the situation of my birth, and in God's love and grace, I never experience the horrors of what could happen. When I lived on the street and I incurred the wrath of locals in the profound ways I did, across countless other monadic existences, people killed me. This has happened all over this country. I have been separating the wheat from the weeds without literally needing to go on the cross. God sees who YOU motherfuckers in your own parallel monadic existence are by how you react to me inside YOU.

My intention is pure. Too bad there are so many beasts in this world that I must be this way for fisher of men purposes.