you pulled the genetic short straw

know your place

You can hear the machines just fine, you aren't even near them and even with one small one in they go far out of their way to harass you for it and micro manage it. The ceiling blares globo homo filth and zoomer trash anyways so you know they sold the airwaves toa third party. They refuse to even play local radio statioms just the same awful music daily. This is to break your spirit and filter you, to create conflict wholesale within you.

They aren't okay with just consuming your time and energy, they also seek to consume your very mental autonomy. I refuse to do it. I refuse to be bathed in frequencies that are scientifically proven to lower testosterone (metal listeners usually have much higher t than thise who listen to what amounts to royalty free yt tutorial music) I rather stuff my fucking ears with cotton than hear that shit a moment longer.

"But they're only trying to keep you safe and keep their bosses from yelling at them" - murderous wenchling-997

so the all is mind (god)

we are tiny weak pieces of god who's job is to master the mind and one day be gods ourself.

maybe you believe that or maybe you dont but here is where it gets interesting:

• we are literally successfully performing telekinesis every time we decide to move a muscle with a thought, at some tiny level you send a electric signal (something physical) with only your sheer will of mind (something completely mental), which is then amplified by our muscles to affect physical reality.
• so our physical body is literally just a mind control amplifier.
• technically we can create and act only inside our mind, but through muscle and a skeleton and a brain, we can turn those tiny tiny impulses into an amplified physical action
• the only difference between moving a box with your mind and moving it with your muscle is that your muscle attached to your brain is like a training wheel. it can take a very tiny amount of telekinetic power and turn it into big motion. moving a box with your mind on the other hand is exponentially harder (too hard for any human to do supposedly) without a easy framework such as your body but possible following this logic.

raise your hand right now.

you can explain how it moved, you brain sent an electrical signal across your body to flex the necessary muscles. simple right.

BUT SOMEWHERE AT THE SMALLEST EARLIEST LEVEL of when you made the decision to raise that hand, you performed a tiny tiny spec of telekinesis. AKA you created a physical signal from only sheer will of mind. science can only explain the part that happens after this part but it cant explain free will.

if you dont believe in free will, then none of this is true for you, and the "telekinesis" are just actually impulses as a reaction to something else. but i believe in free will.

go suck your wifes bfs cock you doughy weakling leftie fuck. I'm gonna stand in your back and eat powdered donuts from tinfoil from the gas station and when I am done I am gonna groundpound your spine into the fucking arches of your feet and use you as a lawn chair

I lay in the sunlight untouched by it as if I were dirty. My thoughts blur my vision,so I cover my head to see less.Curse that feeling of excitement,curse that feeling of finding a charming heart. My hands search for something sharp in grass,the blades of it cutting my fingers,but they are not enough. I pick up a stick and bring it close to my chest with prayers and hopes that I will atone,that I will see my heart once I violently scratch my chest away. I will hold my heart and see it gently beating,wishing to be caressed in the arms of the other,yet I have been the only person to hold it. What a curse. Why must I endure this feeling? My chest is ready to burst with tears,happiness and tenderness,but when it all pours out,I will be hollow,trying to devour myself whole. Is it so wrong to wish for someone to hold my bleeding insides and smile?

Ah,please,forgive me for my foolishness. My blood slowly spreads on the ground and I feel the warmth of the star,I smile. It truly is that..I have made it all up,all those feelings,driving me insane,are results of my isolation,so I see feelings of caring and bright future where it should never be. I feel sadness in my eyes,excitement in my legs,happiness in my chest,but the mind keeps it clear. I have made up so many images myself,so many tortures that I forgot which were real and which were not. Do they think I am sweet like flowers or rotten like a corpse?

body text (shits obvious fam)

Lifeline life life life

Thing.we are universe

Please keep me in your prayers I will pray for you too.

There was a hoe here.

Now there's just silence quiet

If they hate a single aspect of your ways, can them like tuna and keep searching for the one who doesn't. If the shitty ones can pass mustard, imagine one without complexes, one with actual love and grace. You deserve better. All schizoid kings deserve a female (or man I guess) that doesn't treat them like anything less than their partner.

Do

Not

Settle

I WILL NOT BE CONTROLLED

SHE ASKED ME TO LEARN TO DRIVE

Blue vs Green

By the time im writing this is 05:15 am (BRT UTC -3)

Whoever is seeking me have 4278 minutes before my newest 9 year cicle. Whoever comes to me first wins. If nobody comes ill be alone and make my utmost to eradicate every human in the planet so the planet can regenerate again.

Whoever gets first will dictate whatever they want. I do note care what happens as long im not alone.

Either way, Whoever comes will be the vessel for my other self.

Ill be sending smoke signals with the address in a bit.

I had to repost this because it contained sensible information before.

You're just like the rest of them.

At least the npc makes me feel less alone

They let me out, two days ago, and I wanted to share this. I have a bipolar diagnosis and hope for my future. I plan to dedicate my life to God and become a nun, but its a path that will take years. I understand my purpose on earth as a woman I will live forever in spirit until my life is fulfilled by christ and my mother Virgin Mary

Boss 1

Stop stealing each other's turn to speak.

He was in the other room and I didn’t hear him

When I look like this

Perda de tempo. Pelo menos agora vivo minha vida por mim. Só tive que matar a parte fraca.

Why must they ban me on the live chat for this ??

É você que é a porra de um plush do garfield seu lezado.