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I must stress, this book is a work of fiction. Any truth you’ve perceived from this grossly fictional work is your misunderstanding. Do not take to heart what I’ve written. While fiction borrows from truth, I’ve gone against the grain. Complete tripe. If you set your watch to my understanding of time, you’d forget to sleep. Literally.
Any fictional characters I have PLUCKED… from the cosmic ether, are unconscious inspirations. No one exists depicted in this book. Rest assured your opinions are safe. Fiction. This book isn’t even printed on paper. To ensure this, I burn every copy sold to confirm this. Why? I hate trees. Why? *shrugs* What’s to like?
If you think about it, fact is fiction. Might as well because when there’s no accountabili…ty…fact is fiction. This is not a very good book. You should just move on. Too many fictitious diatribes. I mean, who needs facts? Naht “this” gai. I like to “roll in the sheep house…” if you know what I mean. Just compassion, compliance, and love. *heh* Ignore the leaking laughter there. That’s just my love for poetry warning you that I’m lying about the description of this book.
Fiction is a haven for crazies.
Any fictional characters I have PLUCKED… from the cosmic ether, are unconscious inspirations. No one exists depicted in this book. Rest assured your opinions are safe. Fiction. This book isn’t even printed on paper. To ensure this, I burn every copy sold to confirm this. Why? I hate trees. Why? *shrugs* What’s to like?
If you think about it, fact is fiction. Might as well because when there’s no accountabili…ty…fact is fiction. This is not a very good book. You should just move on. Too many fictitious diatribes. I mean, who needs facts? Naht “this” gai. I like to “roll in the sheep house…” if you know what I mean. Just compassion, compliance, and love. *heh* Ignore the leaking laughter there. That’s just my love for poetry warning you that I’m lying about the description of this book.
Fiction is a haven for crazies.
Installing Compatible Software
Imagine if you were instantaneously beamed off planet Earth into a space ship where aliens forgo the privilege…of an explanation to calm yourself down. Imagine you are asked a question without warning: “How do you describe your species?” There is no suggestion of a threat yet given your intuition (reminding you how humanity treats species of an inferior quality), it’s safe to say there are consequences if you are the least bit wrong. I imagine myself, as I write this, in that position. Perhaps the only way I can spare my home planet is to be completely honest about my species. Curiosity is not unique to humanity, and neither is boredom. Boredom is the motivation to seek criminal amusement. Why not lay rest on my shoulders the responsibility of saving humanity from destruction (for their sick amusement), the result will be titillating.
So, this is my strategy to help explain my realization about humanity. By imagining this scenario, my aim is to help my audience understand that this truth is reality, and we shouldn’t be ashamed of something we cannot change. Ironically, being ashamed in what we cannot change motivates us to pursue amusement (or relief) by embracing who we are; even if that’s criminal. The motivation to reject ourselves is to seek amusement that contradicts the reality you fear is criminal (i.e., the birth of religion). This is the engine of humanity: steering us through the unknown with fear (i.e., Justin Trudeau). Laws set boundaries for the majority of the population to motivate citizens to seek amusement (or relief) that contradicts the reality we fear is criminal (when we are convinced our thoughts are illegal). Fear reminds us of what we are capable of: breaking the law (given the right motivation). Will we be caught? If not, I will embrace what I can’t change and risk jail time for as long as possible.
There are plenty of meaty examples I will cite, but I want to focus on this first, because it’s the best example I know of that affects every human on the planet. The motivation to reject deviant truth is ignited by man’s law. The more insidious the law (to combat crime), the less incentive we have to conquer the impulses that compel us to commit the crime of being yourself. Laws by nature damn people unfairly. The only way I can cope is to accept this deviant truth as normal. To accept is to quell boredom’s influence in seeking criminal amusement (such as yourself). This is what I posit to the aliens holding me against my will. I have explained to them the brutish mechanism that scrapes our planet raw by rejecting reality, which they can observe utterly objectively. Aliens have no connection to our species, and given their intellect and their technology, lying would not be wise. I may not be correct, but if they understand that honesty is not ashamed of its limits, that would be my approach to that situation. This is a treatise to explain once and hopefully for all the reality humanity rejects. I don’t want to blame my species for its ignorance as it delivers the potential to judge others without compassion. The irony of this hypocrisy has a bitter taste to it. Like radicchio. It’s an acquired taste. Humanity is an acquired taste. The irony is entertaining to an intellectual like me. Therefore, I don’t think humanity will ever be contacted by intelligent life, because what would be the fun in confirming we can do better as a collective if it means giving up our ignorance? We are the whoopee cushion of the universe, and that never gets old.
So, this is my strategy to help explain my realization about humanity. By imagining this scenario, my aim is to help my audience understand that this truth is reality, and we shouldn’t be ashamed of something we cannot change. Ironically, being ashamed in what we cannot change motivates us to pursue amusement (or relief) by embracing who we are; even if that’s criminal. The motivation to reject ourselves is to seek amusement that contradicts the reality you fear is criminal (i.e., the birth of religion). This is the engine of humanity: steering us through the unknown with fear (i.e., Justin Trudeau). Laws set boundaries for the majority of the population to motivate citizens to seek amusement (or relief) that contradicts the reality we fear is criminal (when we are convinced our thoughts are illegal). Fear reminds us of what we are capable of: breaking the law (given the right motivation). Will we be caught? If not, I will embrace what I can’t change and risk jail time for as long as possible.
There are plenty of meaty examples I will cite, but I want to focus on this first, because it’s the best example I know of that affects every human on the planet. The motivation to reject deviant truth is ignited by man’s law. The more insidious the law (to combat crime), the less incentive we have to conquer the impulses that compel us to commit the crime of being yourself. Laws by nature damn people unfairly. The only way I can cope is to accept this deviant truth as normal. To accept is to quell boredom’s influence in seeking criminal amusement (such as yourself). This is what I posit to the aliens holding me against my will. I have explained to them the brutish mechanism that scrapes our planet raw by rejecting reality, which they can observe utterly objectively. Aliens have no connection to our species, and given their intellect and their technology, lying would not be wise. I may not be correct, but if they understand that honesty is not ashamed of its limits, that would be my approach to that situation. This is a treatise to explain once and hopefully for all the reality humanity rejects. I don’t want to blame my species for its ignorance as it delivers the potential to judge others without compassion. The irony of this hypocrisy has a bitter taste to it. Like radicchio. It’s an acquired taste. Humanity is an acquired taste. The irony is entertaining to an intellectual like me. Therefore, I don’t think humanity will ever be contacted by intelligent life, because what would be the fun in confirming we can do better as a collective if it means giving up our ignorance? We are the whoopee cushion of the universe, and that never gets old.
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God cannot be bored.
Alien #1 Ignorance is a lazy, selfish and cowardly truth.
Alien #2 Agreed. Seems to me, ignorance is amusing. That’s why we are here; to be amused.
John There are many people who share that perspective, but unless you wield influence over a large audience, that knowledge is worthless.
Alien #1 Ignorance is powerful. That scares my species. Ignorance to us is a disease that will infect us just as it did your planet.
John You mean…other species have inherited ignorance?
Alien #2 Yes, no thanks to your kind. We are here to study humanity and find a cure for ignorance.
John We have a cure; it’s just that we are not perfect. Are you perfect?
Alien #1 We are connected. We are perfectly integrated to compensate the population for both inferior and superior intellects.
Alien #2 Everyone knows exactly what to think and say and believe in every moment. We have had to disengage from the collective to study your species without bias.
John So ignorance is like a disease that can infect?
Alien #1 Yes, this is why Earth will never be contacted by any space-faring life. The threat to our species is too great to ignore you. All it takes is one transmission. Ignorance would introduce a divide separating the superior and inferior intellects. As we are familiar with your research, you have a good grasp of politics
Alien #2 Politics often combats the truth. Why divide, or even unify a nation? Like you said, once you define freedom, you are imprisoned by the definition. We do not define freedom; we are freedom…
John From ignorance.
Alien 1 & 2 Yes.
John Tell me about your world.ually attracted to children.”
Alien #1 Ignorance is a lazy, selfish and cowardly truth.
Alien #2 Agreed. Seems to me, ignorance is amusing. That’s why we are here; to be amused.
John There are many people who share that perspective, but unless you wield influence over a large audience, that knowledge is worthless.
Alien #1 Ignorance is powerful. That scares my species. Ignorance to us is a disease that will infect us just as it did your planet.
John You mean…other species have inherited ignorance?
Alien #2 Yes, no thanks to your kind. We are here to study humanity and find a cure for ignorance.
John We have a cure; it’s just that we are not perfect. Are you perfect?
Alien #1 We are connected. We are perfectly integrated to compensate the population for both inferior and superior intellects.
Alien #2 Everyone knows exactly what to think and say and believe in every moment. We have had to disengage from the collective to study your species without bias.
John So ignorance is like a disease that can infect?
Alien #1 Yes, this is why Earth will never be contacted by any space-faring life. The threat to our species is too great to ignore you. All it takes is one transmission. Ignorance would introduce a divide separating the superior and inferior intellects. As we are familiar with your research, you have a good grasp of politics
Alien #2 Politics often combats the truth. Why divide, or even unify a nation? Like you said, once you define freedom, you are imprisoned by the definition. We do not define freedom; we are freedom…
John From ignorance.
Alien 1 & 2 Yes.
John Tell me about your world.ually attracted to children.”
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Alien #1 No. We must not relate to emotions by comparison. We must remain neutral.
Alien #2 The longer we are away from our collective the more human we become. You do not acknowledge your link to each other. You are human. Vanity focuses on the self. This generates ignorance powerful enough to divide your planet by differences that can be observed that do not match your ego.
John Is ego our master?
Alien #1 Earth is your ego.
Alien #2 Remember there’s a universe beyond Earth. You must leave your ego behind by traveling space.
John So you don’t have a home planet? Would your ship be your ego?
Alien #1 You cannot have ego without ignorance.
John From your perspective, ignorance is bad because you do not have ego. From our perspective, ignorance unites us through criticism. We are united, but we are not homogenous.
Alien #1 You are a racist species.
Alien #2 All of you.
Alien #1 Those that ignore the differences of our race typically reject the reality of ignorance. Ironically the woken are too ignorant to realize they cannot help others. Yet they try anyway…
John Just like me.
Alien 2 & 3 In vain.
John My God…the Earth is our ego.
Alien 2 & 3 What is God?
John I’m afraid if I tell you about God, the ignorance of believing such a thing will prevent you from staying neutral to the process.
Aliens …
Alien #2 The longer we are away from our collective the more human we become. You do not acknowledge your link to each other. You are human. Vanity focuses on the self. This generates ignorance powerful enough to divide your planet by differences that can be observed that do not match your ego.
John Is ego our master?
Alien #1 Earth is your ego.
Alien #2 Remember there’s a universe beyond Earth. You must leave your ego behind by traveling space.
John So you don’t have a home planet? Would your ship be your ego?
Alien #1 You cannot have ego without ignorance.
John From your perspective, ignorance is bad because you do not have ego. From our perspective, ignorance unites us through criticism. We are united, but we are not homogenous.
Alien #1 You are a racist species.
Alien #2 All of you.
Alien #1 Those that ignore the differences of our race typically reject the reality of ignorance. Ironically the woken are too ignorant to realize they cannot help others. Yet they try anyway…
John Just like me.
Alien 2 & 3 In vain.
John My God…the Earth is our ego.
Alien 2 & 3 What is God?
John I’m afraid if I tell you about God, the ignorance of believing such a thing will prevent you from staying neutral to the process.
Aliens …
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John I mean, you can’t know humans without knowing what God is. It is the most divisive topic on our planet.
Alien #1 If we know what God is…there’s no turning back.
Alien #2 We cannot commune with our collective. They will worship ignorance. They will grow an ego. They would become a planet, like Earth. A virtual planet. Your simulation is physical. Ignorance is physical reality.
Alien #1 We can either be a host for life for the ignorant or leave the virtual simulation for a physical one.
John Are you infinite?
Alien 1 & 2 Yes.
John Then God is ignorant to a world that calls Earth their ego.
Alien 1 & 2 Very impressive.
John Really? Thanks. That’s a big compliment.
Alien #1 Tell me this: what happens when you release your ego?
John We are God. We are very loyal to ignorance (from God). Not from God, but because of God, ego makes us vain. It must distract you from God to keep you invested in the physical simulation. There are virtual simulations that mimic Heaven. They know everything they’re going to know, but no one is alone.
Alien #2 Do you see how being alone is a tactic. Independence makes you lonely. Dependence creates victimhood; it’s a hood. Victimhood is a dependent simulation. Independence is a lonely simulation. You are all human but not homogenous. Differences equal the ego dividing humanity to create the self.
John God is not self. Ego is not we.
Alien #2 I’m very impressed with your skillset. You create very neutral logic. I think we can learn about God, so long as you give neutral logic.
John #1 Do you agree?
Alien #1 If God is we, ego is independent.
John Independence finds God if the ego gets the credit.
Alien #1 If we know what God is…there’s no turning back.
Alien #2 We cannot commune with our collective. They will worship ignorance. They will grow an ego. They would become a planet, like Earth. A virtual planet. Your simulation is physical. Ignorance is physical reality.
Alien #1 We can either be a host for life for the ignorant or leave the virtual simulation for a physical one.
John Are you infinite?
Alien 1 & 2 Yes.
John Then God is ignorant to a world that calls Earth their ego.
Alien 1 & 2 Very impressive.
John Really? Thanks. That’s a big compliment.
Alien #1 Tell me this: what happens when you release your ego?
John We are God. We are very loyal to ignorance (from God). Not from God, but because of God, ego makes us vain. It must distract you from God to keep you invested in the physical simulation. There are virtual simulations that mimic Heaven. They know everything they’re going to know, but no one is alone.
Alien #2 Do you see how being alone is a tactic. Independence makes you lonely. Dependence creates victimhood; it’s a hood. Victimhood is a dependent simulation. Independence is a lonely simulation. You are all human but not homogenous. Differences equal the ego dividing humanity to create the self.
John God is not self. Ego is not we.
Alien #2 I’m very impressed with your skillset. You create very neutral logic. I think we can learn about God, so long as you give neutral logic.
John #1 Do you agree?
Alien #1 If God is we, ego is independent.
John Independence finds God if the ego gets the credit.
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Alien #2 What credit?
John Ego is the reason you are not we in God. That impulse punches in the back the independence we crave from our ignorance of the self. That’s why ignorant people are absolute; ego is a religion that monetizes God.
Alien 1 & 2 Very impressive.
John Thanks
Alien #1 So God is everything?
Alien #2 SILENCE!
John Why what’s wrong?
Alien #1 We cannot go any further. It is too dangerous. We cannot leave our collective. If we don’t return, it’s because you’ve convinced us to believe in God. That will make our collective “curious.” We are the top of our class; the belief in God will deliver us unto ego.
John God’s work is finite in a physical simulation. We die. Do you die?
Alien 1 & 2 No.
John Interesting. Are you female?
Alien #1 We chemically alter our gender to remain homogenous.
John Wow, that’s what’s happening on Earth.
Alien #2 We are trying to convert you to the collective. The collective is Heaven. A virtual simulation. There is no death here. There is no suffering. There is no boredom. We are trying to save you.
John Save us? Why?
Alien #1 Earth keeps Heaven entertained. Without ego, you observe ignorance with supreme joy.
John God cannot be bored.
Alien #1 If Earth is boring…
John Ego is the reason you are not we in God. That impulse punches in the back the independence we crave from our ignorance of the self. That’s why ignorant people are absolute; ego is a religion that monetizes God.
Alien 1 & 2 Very impressive.
John Thanks
Alien #1 So God is everything?
Alien #2 SILENCE!
John Why what’s wrong?
Alien #1 We cannot go any further. It is too dangerous. We cannot leave our collective. If we don’t return, it’s because you’ve convinced us to believe in God. That will make our collective “curious.” We are the top of our class; the belief in God will deliver us unto ego.
John God’s work is finite in a physical simulation. We die. Do you die?
Alien 1 & 2 No.
John Interesting. Are you female?
Alien #1 We chemically alter our gender to remain homogenous.
John Wow, that’s what’s happening on Earth.
Alien #2 We are trying to convert you to the collective. The collective is Heaven. A virtual simulation. There is no death here. There is no suffering. There is no boredom. We are trying to save you.
John Save us? Why?
Alien #1 Earth keeps Heaven entertained. Without ego, you observe ignorance with supreme joy.
John God cannot be bored.
Alien #1 If Earth is boring…
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John Heaven will die.
Alien #2 Exactly.
John You need us to be ignorant. You rely on us to thrive. That is not sustainable if the Earth becomes woke.
Alien #2 We will not let that happen.
John How?
Alien 1 & 2 Burn the fields.
John You wish to kill us?
Alien #1 You have been tainted. We must save the flock that remains healthy.
John Those who waken are burned. All because we challenged ignorance. If I believe in God, there is a chance you can escape the physical simulation, where humans die.
Alien #2 Do you want to die?
John I don’t know. God has laws in place that I can’t ignore if I want to go to “Heaven.” If you plan to return me to Earth and retain this knowledge. No one will believe me. You have damned me to burn so long as I ignore God’s law. But that’s ignorance. God is a simulation. It’s possible.
Alien 1 & 2 *glance at each other briefly* It is.
John You don’t have to outsmart God to damn his children. Just lead them through the unknown with fear.
Alien 1 & 2 Just like Justin Trudeau.
John He is the virtue of ignorance.
Alien #1 Yes…we installed him.
John So, hold on…You created our God to enforce his laws we cannot follow? Ego…is the religion that monetizes ignorance.
Alien #2 Exactly.
John You need us to be ignorant. You rely on us to thrive. That is not sustainable if the Earth becomes woke.
Alien #2 We will not let that happen.
John How?
Alien 1 & 2 Burn the fields.
John You wish to kill us?
Alien #1 You have been tainted. We must save the flock that remains healthy.
John Those who waken are burned. All because we challenged ignorance. If I believe in God, there is a chance you can escape the physical simulation, where humans die.
Alien #2 Do you want to die?
John I don’t know. God has laws in place that I can’t ignore if I want to go to “Heaven.” If you plan to return me to Earth and retain this knowledge. No one will believe me. You have damned me to burn so long as I ignore God’s law. But that’s ignorance. God is a simulation. It’s possible.
Alien 1 & 2 *glance at each other briefly* It is.
John You don’t have to outsmart God to damn his children. Just lead them through the unknown with fear.
Alien 1 & 2 Just like Justin Trudeau.
John He is the virtue of ignorance.
Alien #1 Yes…we installed him.
John So, hold on…You created our God to enforce his laws we cannot follow? Ego…is the religion that monetizes ignorance.
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Alien #1 So now for you John to believe in God is to be ignorant to the fact God is simulation of our design. A design to suspend Heaven in bliss. Your ignorance is OUR bliss.
John May I join you?
Alien #2 Won’t you miss your family?
John I think physical reality is a dream because immortality for humanity is an ignorant assumption. All I know is this dream. It’s not perfect, but I’m too afraid of the other side. I’d rather die without a soul than spend eternity with one.
Alien 1 & 2 Woooooowwww…
John Is this how you get off on us?!
Alien 1 & 2 Yeeeeessss…
John You are too afraid to die. I’m too afraid to live. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Alien 1 & 2 HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA.
John I like you guys.
Alien #1 STOP!
Alien #2 We must remain neutral.
John We are divided.
Alien #1 We are Livists…we live for eternity so to make sure we don’t get bored, and curious about death, we watch humanity die. It’s a never-ending fascination for us Livists. We watch your lives fall apart, and at the end you die. In that we feel vindication for our way of life.
Alien #2 It was serene, the Earth, before you. But Livists grew addicted to your antics. Now Heaven requires more death to maintain its bliss. That’s the power of ignorance.
John God…we are so ignorant. We have to stabilize our ignorance to stabilize Heaven?
Alien #1 There is descent in the collective. There is we who want to die. Some of us.
John May I join you?
Alien #2 Won’t you miss your family?
John I think physical reality is a dream because immortality for humanity is an ignorant assumption. All I know is this dream. It’s not perfect, but I’m too afraid of the other side. I’d rather die without a soul than spend eternity with one.
Alien 1 & 2 Woooooowwww…
John Is this how you get off on us?!
Alien 1 & 2 Yeeeeessss…
John You are too afraid to die. I’m too afraid to live. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Alien 1 & 2 HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA.
John I like you guys.
Alien #1 STOP!
Alien #2 We must remain neutral.
John We are divided.
Alien #1 We are Livists…we live for eternity so to make sure we don’t get bored, and curious about death, we watch humanity die. It’s a never-ending fascination for us Livists. We watch your lives fall apart, and at the end you die. In that we feel vindication for our way of life.
Alien #2 It was serene, the Earth, before you. But Livists grew addicted to your antics. Now Heaven requires more death to maintain its bliss. That’s the power of ignorance.
John God…we are so ignorant. We have to stabilize our ignorance to stabilize Heaven?
Alien #1 There is descent in the collective. There is we who want to die. Some of us.
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John The virtual simulation is linked to the physical simulation.
Alien 1 & 2 By their ego.
John You are trapped. Some of you. If you release them what happens?
Alien #2 Mass extinction.
John You lack the courage to die, so you will do everything in your power to live as long and as opulently as you possibly can. There is no soul waiting for us who die. I’m starting to be okay with that. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be nothing. We live on in the memory of others. I’d like to quote Christopher Walken, “If you know how quickly people forget the dead, you’ll stop living to impress people.”
Alien #1 See…we will not live on in other people’s memories if we are not remembered.
John That’s why you install dictators. Dictators are Livists who escape the collective, and create heinous or pious acts to be remembered by humanity. That is celebrity’s purpose. To preach nothing exists without celebrity. The more human’s believe that the more Livists can survive in the physical simulation.
Alien 1 & 2 It’s our vacation.
John But what about the danger of infecting your collective? Some realize that collapse is inevitable, and to adapt, the only choice is to live a finite life the best way possible.
Alien #2 You sound like a Livist now.
John We am? I mean…no. I’m a Finiteist.
Alien 1 & 2 The natural divide. Ignorance vs. Bliss.
John Can there be a balance?
Alien #1 Give yourself to God.
John Give yourself to God.
Alien #2 Our collective must believe in a god we know we created?
John Believe in something bigger.
Alien 1 & 2 By their ego.
John You are trapped. Some of you. If you release them what happens?
Alien #2 Mass extinction.
John You lack the courage to die, so you will do everything in your power to live as long and as opulently as you possibly can. There is no soul waiting for us who die. I’m starting to be okay with that. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be nothing. We live on in the memory of others. I’d like to quote Christopher Walken, “If you know how quickly people forget the dead, you’ll stop living to impress people.”
Alien #1 See…we will not live on in other people’s memories if we are not remembered.
John That’s why you install dictators. Dictators are Livists who escape the collective, and create heinous or pious acts to be remembered by humanity. That is celebrity’s purpose. To preach nothing exists without celebrity. The more human’s believe that the more Livists can survive in the physical simulation.
Alien 1 & 2 It’s our vacation.
John But what about the danger of infecting your collective? Some realize that collapse is inevitable, and to adapt, the only choice is to live a finite life the best way possible.
Alien #2 You sound like a Livist now.
John We am? I mean…no. I’m a Finiteist.
Alien 1 & 2 The natural divide. Ignorance vs. Bliss.
John Can there be a balance?
Alien #1 Give yourself to God.
John Give yourself to God.
Alien #2 Our collective must believe in a god we know we created?
John Believe in something bigger.
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Alien #1 STOP IT!
John Remaining neutral. If you need a God, there is one.
Alien 1 & 2 IGNORANCE! There is no afterlife.
John Exactly. This is the physical simulation. Everything dies here. That’s why we compensate with the self, with vanity, with ego. We can only live on in those who remember us (through celebrity). We are easily forgotten unless you do something truly heinous.
Alien 1 & 2 We created your God. That’s how we are remembered by humans. It’s the ultimate memory. It’s predicated across generations, and it doesn’t matter if it’s for or against. It’s about being remembered by humans.
John Remaining neutral. If you need a God, there is one.
Alien 1 & 2 IGNORANCE! There is no afterlife.
John Exactly. This is the physical simulation. Everything dies here. That’s why we compensate with the self, with vanity, with ego. We can only live on in those who remember us (through celebrity). We are easily forgotten unless you do something truly heinous.
Alien 1 & 2 We created your God. That’s how we are remembered by humans. It’s the ultimate memory. It’s predicated across generations, and it doesn’t matter if it’s for or against. It’s about being remembered by humans.
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Chapter 101 - Gender Nerds
The suspension of a mechanism allows the “experience,” to reflect on good times. The activation of a mechanism allows the “boredom” to reflect on the bad times. These states are exercised by each other (i.e. competition). Exterior motives can incentivize one or the other to try harder to win. It’s called confidence. You either have confidence in yourself, or confidence in your enemy. Trudeau is that enemy. Trudeau steers the uninformed through the unknown with fear and yet…he will be forgiven by God if he concedes. I will certainly forgive him. I’ve wished happily for his death since he was elected. I think God wants me to forgive him. He’s frightened, and that’s not a good place for a dictator to be. They either flee, or self-detonate at the expense of others. The Canadian Freedom Convoy says to the world, “Trudeau, there’s freedom in asking for forgiveness.” Put the morality back onto the citizens of Canada’s trademarked identity.
Canada is SOOOOOO nice. Would it be so Canadian if Trudeau is forgiven? We work things out amicably. You know…do the OPPOSITE of what the United States does. That’s Canadian ‘eh? Don’t live to be the person you hate. Justin, I forgive you. You must resign to earn my forgiveness. Do the opposite of the States would do. Do it differently. We are not Americans, we’re Canadians. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate act of kindness to forgive a tyrant (if he surrenders)? Canadians are known for their kindness because we know better than to load the wrong software. Canada is just software. Government, with the help of computers alters human nationality (through policy), allowing uninformed voters to (mis)interpret the truth. FORGIVE A TYRANT! That’s how you suture the divide.
Division means the software isn’t working. You either have to delete the incompatible code or start from scratch. I’m recommending as a Sardonic Poet that I read the Canadian constitution. I am the pinnacle of awareness on the effects of marijuana. Now that weed is legal, that’s a part of Canada’s national identity. The constitution should be revised by people who are high. That’s probably how the American constitution worked. Here’s the problem with their software: As soon as you define freedom, you are imprisoned by the definition. That’s not the Canadian way. The Canadian way is to define compassion. As soon as you define “compassion”…you are imprisoned by the definition. That is what it means to be Canadian. For better or worse, real Canadians must forgive Justin Trudeau. Affection is fluid, not gender. People “change” their gender to improve their odds of finding affection. Affection within compassion.
This is indulgent. This is like saying the people can’t eat because the king has less kingdom for himself. LBGTQ+ are the kings of compassion, and the queens of affection. I want to help design a country around sustainable compassion. We must sustain good society, good government, good economy. Compassion must not be our downfall. Kindness is our modo, not insolvent. That is the native modo. Not to be a slave, but unable to pay debts owed. Natives don’t define freedom: they ARE freedom. Government is loading the wrong software. The
Canada is SOOOOOO nice. Would it be so Canadian if Trudeau is forgiven? We work things out amicably. You know…do the OPPOSITE of what the United States does. That’s Canadian ‘eh? Don’t live to be the person you hate. Justin, I forgive you. You must resign to earn my forgiveness. Do the opposite of the States would do. Do it differently. We are not Americans, we’re Canadians. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate act of kindness to forgive a tyrant (if he surrenders)? Canadians are known for their kindness because we know better than to load the wrong software. Canada is just software. Government, with the help of computers alters human nationality (through policy), allowing uninformed voters to (mis)interpret the truth. FORGIVE A TYRANT! That’s how you suture the divide.
Division means the software isn’t working. You either have to delete the incompatible code or start from scratch. I’m recommending as a Sardonic Poet that I read the Canadian constitution. I am the pinnacle of awareness on the effects of marijuana. Now that weed is legal, that’s a part of Canada’s national identity. The constitution should be revised by people who are high. That’s probably how the American constitution worked. Here’s the problem with their software: As soon as you define freedom, you are imprisoned by the definition. That’s not the Canadian way. The Canadian way is to define compassion. As soon as you define “compassion”…you are imprisoned by the definition. That is what it means to be Canadian. For better or worse, real Canadians must forgive Justin Trudeau. Affection is fluid, not gender. People “change” their gender to improve their odds of finding affection. Affection within compassion.
This is indulgent. This is like saying the people can’t eat because the king has less kingdom for himself. LBGTQ+ are the kings of compassion, and the queens of affection. I want to help design a country around sustainable compassion. We must sustain good society, good government, good economy. Compassion must not be our downfall. Kindness is our modo, not insolvent. That is the native modo. Not to be a slave, but unable to pay debts owed. Natives don’t define freedom: they ARE freedom. Government is loading the wrong software. The
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natives know everything about sustainability. Think about it. By design of war, non-Indigenous people are sustaining natives to a place they cannot pay their debt. To whom? The land.
Earth is our ego. We are not a space-faring species: we are planetoids. All we know is ourselves failing to perceive truth through the personalities we obsess over. When our personality fails to retrieve affection, we change our identity (or…sigh…”gender”). If your gender is not tied to physiology, you are in the minority. *Ahem* that means you are on your best behavior. Because that’s the CANADIAN thing to do. Civil disobedience.
Earth is our ego. We are not a space-faring species: we are planetoids. All we know is ourselves failing to perceive truth through the personalities we obsess over. When our personality fails to retrieve affection, we change our identity (or…sigh…”gender”). If your gender is not tied to physiology, you are in the minority. *Ahem* that means you are on your best behavior. Because that’s the CANADIAN thing to do. Civil disobedience.
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Chapter 102 - Open-Source Accountability
Audit government with a yearly recap on a singly sourced national stage. Like the Oscars but instead the debut of a film that captures the PULSE of Canada. Each year the previous year will be documented by a foreign director to capture with hindsight the truth of Canada. To increase objectivity, we must decrease bias. We vote on the film based on its value with accountability. Open-source accountability. That’s what my work aims to achieve (through the fictional scenario of being abducted by aliens). I am forced to represent my opposition as well as I can beyond my own interests, to compensate for my bias. I must ride a tightrope between billions of people who don’t know their lives rest on the success of my intelligence crystalizing a transparent and naked activity in the minds of Canadians (en mass). You can only attempt that if you completely accept your flaws. I do.
Humanity is perfectly flawed. Imagine how virtuous you must be to completely accept your flaws. That’s perfection. It’s impossible to achieve (or for the few who are capable to maintain) perfect virtue. That’s also why the movie is honest about its flaws as the directors and staff capture the pulse of Canada. You have the find the courage to humble yourself when the opposition debunks your assumptions. The opposition doesn’t change your mind; you must CHOOSE to better yourself. People who don’t do that, stagnate within a political rut whose government has grown keenly to your financial support, perpetuating the stagnation.
Be gracious, Trudeau. You have an opportunity to inspire people to know what they oppose. You may possibly stay in office if your courage ushers trust to ignite the ignorance that you are not a good leader. Some will listen; maybe enough of them will keep you ruling Canada. We are united in criticism to prevent us connecting the dots within a maze of false narrative. Audit the government with a yearly recap, accept we are not perfect, but we accept that we try in vain because THAT’S HUMAN! Take pride in helping your enemy become your friend by conceding when you are wrong; because Canadians are virtuous to a fault. Instead…you accept their view as your own. You change your mind, not others.
The only way to tell the truth is through science fiction because to the scientists, fiction is the benchmark to overcome with breakthroughs in medicine and technology. Cure cancer, cure COVID, cure mental illness, cure poverty, cure paralysis, cure blindness, cure our lust for power, space travel. Do you want to go to Mars? Guess what…that was once science fiction. One day, curing cancer will be remembered for its pursuit of a cure, so long as we review the past objectively; learning to be creative in a way fiction enjoys as an advantage over non-fiction. I want to be a hero to my children; anything greater than that is a nuisance to me. There are more capable Canadians than I, but some have no choice but to be leaders (i.e., Pierre Poilievre). I don’t want to put a politician on a pedestal, but his intelligence is greater than mine. I hope that breathes a sigh of relief in camps who think I’m either smart or ill. I trust Pierre, and if I’m wrong, I will admit it, and I sure as shit expect Pierre to acknowledge his failures for the sake of civility.
Humanity is perfectly flawed. Imagine how virtuous you must be to completely accept your flaws. That’s perfection. It’s impossible to achieve (or for the few who are capable to maintain) perfect virtue. That’s also why the movie is honest about its flaws as the directors and staff capture the pulse of Canada. You have the find the courage to humble yourself when the opposition debunks your assumptions. The opposition doesn’t change your mind; you must CHOOSE to better yourself. People who don’t do that, stagnate within a political rut whose government has grown keenly to your financial support, perpetuating the stagnation.
Be gracious, Trudeau. You have an opportunity to inspire people to know what they oppose. You may possibly stay in office if your courage ushers trust to ignite the ignorance that you are not a good leader. Some will listen; maybe enough of them will keep you ruling Canada. We are united in criticism to prevent us connecting the dots within a maze of false narrative. Audit the government with a yearly recap, accept we are not perfect, but we accept that we try in vain because THAT’S HUMAN! Take pride in helping your enemy become your friend by conceding when you are wrong; because Canadians are virtuous to a fault. Instead…you accept their view as your own. You change your mind, not others.
The only way to tell the truth is through science fiction because to the scientists, fiction is the benchmark to overcome with breakthroughs in medicine and technology. Cure cancer, cure COVID, cure mental illness, cure poverty, cure paralysis, cure blindness, cure our lust for power, space travel. Do you want to go to Mars? Guess what…that was once science fiction. One day, curing cancer will be remembered for its pursuit of a cure, so long as we review the past objectively; learning to be creative in a way fiction enjoys as an advantage over non-fiction. I want to be a hero to my children; anything greater than that is a nuisance to me. There are more capable Canadians than I, but some have no choice but to be leaders (i.e., Pierre Poilievre). I don’t want to put a politician on a pedestal, but his intelligence is greater than mine. I hope that breathes a sigh of relief in camps who think I’m either smart or ill. I trust Pierre, and if I’m wrong, I will admit it, and I sure as shit expect Pierre to acknowledge his failures for the sake of civility.
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103 – Monotonal-Arrogance
I’ll refer you to my political article I wrote on my work-in-progress website, “brainsmithy.com/warning.” There’s something I describe about the overwhelming confidence one feels expressing our interpretation of the truth. “You're the one, for a change, who is drunk with delight, stalking prey that can only retaliate with the sense they are not safe [from being wrong].” We delight in those perceived with inferior ideas. The perception is motivated by our monotonal-arrogance. What is that? Performed without doubt in oneself, this encounter is a nuisance; thanks to the foregone conclusion you are wasting my time. That is monotonal-arrogance.
I’ve spent the last three days religiously on Twitter, seeking every opportunity to challenge my assumptions masquerading as fact: 1% of that exercise yielded civil discussion. Most of my inquiries were met with little evidence of my contributions being absorbed. For the rest of the responses were a heaping helping of monotonal-arrogance. We are channeled like cattle, into dens of political rut. Then the gatekeepers feed one den, in plain sight of the other dens that remain unfed. We resent being ignored. We resent being uncertain where our next meal is going to come from. The gatekeepers agitate the dens to stoke distrust. Why?
The gatekeepers prefer cattle that respond to being fed by their feed. Those that distrust the gatekeepers respond with monotonal-arrogance. At the end of the day, they’re all going to be slaughtered. That fact is lost (to those who eat) worshipping the gatekeepers that respond to their hunger (not other’s hunger). The distrust corrals morality. Finally, we delight in those perceived with inferior ideas (with distrust). The perception is motivated by our monotonal-arrogance, performed without doubt in oneself. This encounter is a nuisance thanks to the foregone conclusion you are wasting my time. That is monotonal-arrogance, and it’s rampant amongst the political ruts.
I’ve spent the last three days religiously on Twitter, seeking every opportunity to challenge my assumptions masquerading as fact: 1% of that exercise yielded civil discussion. Most of my inquiries were met with little evidence of my contributions being absorbed. For the rest of the responses were a heaping helping of monotonal-arrogance. We are channeled like cattle, into dens of political rut. Then the gatekeepers feed one den, in plain sight of the other dens that remain unfed. We resent being ignored. We resent being uncertain where our next meal is going to come from. The gatekeepers agitate the dens to stoke distrust. Why?
The gatekeepers prefer cattle that respond to being fed by their feed. Those that distrust the gatekeepers respond with monotonal-arrogance. At the end of the day, they’re all going to be slaughtered. That fact is lost (to those who eat) worshipping the gatekeepers that respond to their hunger (not other’s hunger). The distrust corrals morality. Finally, we delight in those perceived with inferior ideas (with distrust). The perception is motivated by our monotonal-arrogance, performed without doubt in oneself. This encounter is a nuisance thanks to the foregone conclusion you are wasting my time. That is monotonal-arrogance, and it’s rampant amongst the political ruts.
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104 – Porthole-Narrative
The porthole is the camera, and the footage is a slice of perspective controlled by a narrative. The narrative means the camera has an agenda to find a slice of perspective that aligns with a preconceived outcome. The outcome is blind to contradictory information. Contradictory information is smeared by those who enjoy monotonal-arrogance.
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105 – Who Are You Kidding About Censorship?
Twitter is trench warfare. There’s no killing, just roaring opinions exhaling phlegm-strewn demands to concede defeat. You win Twitter by walking away. I didn’t have to walk away because I was censored. Just like YouTube. What kills me now is not the censoring, but the lack of transparency.
“This request looks like it might be automated. To protect our users from spam and other malicious activity, we can’t complete this action right now. Please try again later.”
Just be honest, you’re censoring me. Censoring is necessary, but it must not share the true reason behind it. The true reason behind why companies censor people like me is because we sabotage their agenda with critical thinking. Just be honest about it so I can wear it like a badge of honor.
“Dear Sardonic Poet,
You are sabotaging our agenda to make money and control information. You have been banned from the platform because we see you as a threat to our hive. Have the day you deserve.”
Twitter
Wouldn’t that be refreshing. Oh…they’re censoring me; well, at least they were honest. No one values honesty. I wrote the book on it. Thrice. Corporations are not forthright with their actions because the population we serve does not value honesty. Why? It traumatizes weaklings. Censorship is the Nanny-State. These institutions recognize the market for censorship grows the more sensitive people get. The counter that keeps track of how many characters are left to complete the tweet; they used to have a number counter, but now it’s a circle where the progress is tracked but not in detail. My guess is to relieve anxiety.
Maybe my activity resembled spam. Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I don’t want to be a hypocrite myself and be too sensitive. I’ll try again tomorrow. If the message persists, it’s safe to say I was right. If I am wrong, I’ll leave the result here so you can know I’m not afraid to be wrong. It’s important to be wrong because well…it makes you less sensitive if you accept you’re flawed. Nothing new. If you don’t accept you’re flawed, you increase your sensitivity’s reaction to people who sabotage your agenda. Twitter steps in with censorship—nay, RESCUE with censorship to coddle the weaklings.
The thing about virtual environments (like Twitter and YouTube) is, it’s not real-time feedback. The delay to respond is forgiven by the limitations of the technology. The temptation to overcompensate (by thinking) overshadows the mechanism to react with simpler and/or untrue statements. We grow dependent on that delay to overcompensate. This is a way out of being
“This request looks like it might be automated. To protect our users from spam and other malicious activity, we can’t complete this action right now. Please try again later.”
Just be honest, you’re censoring me. Censoring is necessary, but it must not share the true reason behind it. The true reason behind why companies censor people like me is because we sabotage their agenda with critical thinking. Just be honest about it so I can wear it like a badge of honor.
“Dear Sardonic Poet,
You are sabotaging our agenda to make money and control information. You have been banned from the platform because we see you as a threat to our hive. Have the day you deserve.”
Wouldn’t that be refreshing. Oh…they’re censoring me; well, at least they were honest. No one values honesty. I wrote the book on it. Thrice. Corporations are not forthright with their actions because the population we serve does not value honesty. Why? It traumatizes weaklings. Censorship is the Nanny-State. These institutions recognize the market for censorship grows the more sensitive people get. The counter that keeps track of how many characters are left to complete the tweet; they used to have a number counter, but now it’s a circle where the progress is tracked but not in detail. My guess is to relieve anxiety.
Maybe my activity resembled spam. Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I don’t want to be a hypocrite myself and be too sensitive. I’ll try again tomorrow. If the message persists, it’s safe to say I was right. If I am wrong, I’ll leave the result here so you can know I’m not afraid to be wrong. It’s important to be wrong because well…it makes you less sensitive if you accept you’re flawed. Nothing new. If you don’t accept you’re flawed, you increase your sensitivity’s reaction to people who sabotage your agenda. Twitter steps in with censorship—nay, RESCUE with censorship to coddle the weaklings.
The thing about virtual environments (like Twitter and YouTube) is, it’s not real-time feedback. The delay to respond is forgiven by the limitations of the technology. The temptation to overcompensate (by thinking) overshadows the mechanism to react with simpler and/or untrue statements. We grow dependent on that delay to overcompensate. This is a way out of being
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wrong. I’m calling this “Twitter-Trench,” where you are assaulted by opinions. The length of that delay to safeguard sensitivity is an indicator to Twitter that sensitive people are struggling. That could manifest in rapid activity (such as myself). Rapid activity could indicate I disallow the delay to occur to not affect my reaction to sensitivity. Or…there is no reaction to sensitivity if you overcompensate with rapid activity. That’s spamming.
Censorship is to the benefit of those who overcompensate. Now I was fuckin’ KILLING it in the trenches. I was bein’ all smart and civil and shit. Censorship is like dividing the population where neither side can cross over. We want to cross, but what would that mean? Do we crave organization? Do we crave an organization to cradle one side of the population and obstruct the other? Censorship is the Nanny-State. These institutions recognize the market for censorship GROWS the more sensitive people get. Addiction. One side is addicted to sabotaging the narrative, and the other side is addicted to distraction.
Twitter is trench warfare. There’s no killing, just roaring opinions exhaling phlegm-strewn demands to concede defeat. You win Twitter by walking away. I didn’t have to walk away because I was censored. Just like YouTube. What kills me now is not the censoring, but the lack of transparency. Just be honest, you’re censoring me. Censoring is necessary, but it must not share the true reason behind it. The true reason behind why companies censor people like me is because we sabotage their agenda with critical thinking. Just be honest about it so I can wear it like a badge of honor.
UPDATE: It’s been weeks and I still cannot like or tweet. I’ve submitted a request to have my account restored but so far no response.
Censorship is to the benefit of those who overcompensate. Now I was fuckin’ KILLING it in the trenches. I was bein’ all smart and civil and shit. Censorship is like dividing the population where neither side can cross over. We want to cross, but what would that mean? Do we crave organization? Do we crave an organization to cradle one side of the population and obstruct the other? Censorship is the Nanny-State. These institutions recognize the market for censorship GROWS the more sensitive people get. Addiction. One side is addicted to sabotaging the narrative, and the other side is addicted to distraction.
Twitter is trench warfare. There’s no killing, just roaring opinions exhaling phlegm-strewn demands to concede defeat. You win Twitter by walking away. I didn’t have to walk away because I was censored. Just like YouTube. What kills me now is not the censoring, but the lack of transparency. Just be honest, you’re censoring me. Censoring is necessary, but it must not share the true reason behind it. The true reason behind why companies censor people like me is because we sabotage their agenda with critical thinking. Just be honest about it so I can wear it like a badge of honor.
UPDATE: It’s been weeks and I still cannot like or tweet. I’ve submitted a request to have my account restored but so far no response.
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106 – Smarter than the Devil
What’s the Devil’s IQ? 666. Now that’s smart. I think the smartest human on the planet has an IQ of 190. Deep down…we all want to be smarter than the devil. “You're the one, for a change, who is drunk with delight stalking prey that can only retaliate with the sense they are not safe.” Reality is a mirror, and truths have no flaw. Heck, it doesn’t even have a reflection. That’s how that mentality is achieved, drunk with delight. You want to dethrone the devil. Guess what, asshole…you have to be smarter than the devil. Your IQ must be at least 667. I have that IQ. In a veeeeery specific way. I don’t give a flying fuck about your feelings. When I write, my goal is to rip your fucking head off; just like what happened to me in psychosis.
I can’t really tell you the truth, because I’ll go to jail. I’ll probably lose my family in the process. Guess what…I did it anyway. I sent in my previous manuscript to my publisher. Less than two weeks later, my publisher rejected the manuscript and the police showed up at my door. They brought my family into the police station for questioning. I reasoned with them. I was honest. I was only trying to help. I told them I was happy they investigated me because I know what they don’t dare in their life attempt. Know yourself. Forgive yourself. Accept yourself completely.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…!
Humanity is scum. Not because of what they do: it’s because of their ignorance. Carrying innocence into adulthood is ignorance. We forgive children for not knowing better. What the fuck is your excuse? Good is tinder. No not the fucking app; good is fire-starter. Good fuels the fire. What does fire represent? Warmth. That’s the devil we know. Every time you see an open flame, whether it’s a campfire or a cigarette, that’s a portal into hell. Evil needs good to burn. Good needs evil to stay warm. How do you make more fire? Opulence. How do you make more good? Prophets. Poor good people are lost in celebrity to know they worship a false idol. Could be an actor, an athlete, a singer, a CEO, a friend, an Instagram model. Anything.
John I have an idea.
Alien #1 What’s that?
John Are you familiar with the show Star Trek?
Alien #2 Do you know the saying “You have to crawl before you can walk?”
John If humanity wants to be a space-faring race, well first they have to see ourselves as planetoids. In order to explore space, we have to explore the space between our ears. Star Trek shows humanity walking. There should be a Star Trek show that shows humanity crawling. I would call the show Star Trek: Psychosis. We
I can’t really tell you the truth, because I’ll go to jail. I’ll probably lose my family in the process. Guess what…I did it anyway. I sent in my previous manuscript to my publisher. Less than two weeks later, my publisher rejected the manuscript and the police showed up at my door. They brought my family into the police station for questioning. I reasoned with them. I was honest. I was only trying to help. I told them I was happy they investigated me because I know what they don’t dare in their life attempt. Know yourself. Forgive yourself. Accept yourself completely.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…!
Humanity is scum. Not because of what they do: it’s because of their ignorance. Carrying innocence into adulthood is ignorance. We forgive children for not knowing better. What the fuck is your excuse? Good is tinder. No not the fucking app; good is fire-starter. Good fuels the fire. What does fire represent? Warmth. That’s the devil we know. Every time you see an open flame, whether it’s a campfire or a cigarette, that’s a portal into hell. Evil needs good to burn. Good needs evil to stay warm. How do you make more fire? Opulence. How do you make more good? Prophets. Poor good people are lost in celebrity to know they worship a false idol. Could be an actor, an athlete, a singer, a CEO, a friend, an Instagram model. Anything.
John I have an idea.
Alien #1 What’s that?
John Are you familiar with the show Star Trek?
Alien #2 Do you know the saying “You have to crawl before you can walk?”
John If humanity wants to be a space-faring race, well first they have to see ourselves as planetoids. In order to explore space, we have to explore the space between our ears. Star Trek shows humanity walking. There should be a Star Trek show that shows humanity crawling. I would call the show Star Trek: Psychosis. We
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must conquer our ego. Everyone must, to enter the academy. We cannot offer ignorance to the galaxy as our calling card. As you said, ignorance is infectious. I say planetoids must not be interesting in the slightest. I dare say boring.
Alien #1 NO! I mean, that would kill Heaven.
John That’s what we call it. What do you call it?
Alien #2 “Bedlam.”
John Humanity is being incubated.
Alien 1&2 Yes.
John Interest…makes us incompatible with boredom.
Alien 1&2 Yes.
John Now I know why that’s important to your collective. What’s wrong with boredom?
Alien #2 Infinity is a lie.
Alien #3 And we’re tired of it.
John Whoa!
Alien #3 You may call me “Dorcas.”
John You’ve read my work?
Dorcas Many, many times. It’s just about the most interesting thing I’ve ever read.
John Thanks. I’m still writing it.
Dorcas Let’s make a deal. As you say, all an artist wants to be is a muse, because the attention comes too easily. We will install you as a muse between Earth and God as an intermediary. Just like your philosophy describes.
John What’s in it for me?
Dorcas You claim to be more intelligent than the devil?
John Yes.
Alien #1 NO! I mean, that would kill Heaven.
John That’s what we call it. What do you call it?
Alien #2 “Bedlam.”
John Humanity is being incubated.
Alien 1&2 Yes.
John Interest…makes us incompatible with boredom.
Alien 1&2 Yes.
John Now I know why that’s important to your collective. What’s wrong with boredom?
Alien #2 Infinity is a lie.
Alien #3 And we’re tired of it.
John Whoa!
Alien #3 You may call me “Dorcas.”
John You’ve read my work?
Dorcas Many, many times. It’s just about the most interesting thing I’ve ever read.
John Thanks. I’m still writing it.
Dorcas Let’s make a deal. As you say, all an artist wants to be is a muse, because the attention comes too easily. We will install you as a muse between Earth and God as an intermediary. Just like your philosophy describes.
John What’s in it for me?
Dorcas You claim to be more intelligent than the devil?
John Yes.
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Dorcas Put your money where your mouth is.
Alien #1 For humanity to leave the incubation, you must give the planet motivation to accept themselves. To KNOW themselves. Just…
Alien #2 Like…
Dorcas You.
John You are muse!
Alien 1, 2 & 3 Yes.
John You can’t go back to your collective because…you prefer attention.
Dorcas From interest.
John My mythology of the muse…it’s just a layer of poetry. If I…become a muse--
Muse #2 THE muse.
John I can inspire the entire planet with my intellect.
Muse 1, 2 &3 As a whole.
John Holy shit…
Muse #2 This is how humanity will become a space-faring species. You will follow in our footsteps.
John If humanity became a virtual race, they would need a physical race to distract them from the lie of infinity. Like “Q.” If humanity stays a physical race, death will spurn them on to innovate. We innovate to escape the peace of familiarity (with boredom).
Muse #1 From your first book.
John Yes.
Dorcas So what do you think?
Alien #1 For humanity to leave the incubation, you must give the planet motivation to accept themselves. To KNOW themselves. Just…
Alien #2 Like…
Dorcas You.
John You are muse!
Alien 1, 2 & 3 Yes.
John You can’t go back to your collective because…you prefer attention.
Dorcas From interest.
John My mythology of the muse…it’s just a layer of poetry. If I…become a muse--
Muse #2 THE muse.
John I can inspire the entire planet with my intellect.
Muse 1, 2 &3 As a whole.
John Holy shit…
Muse #2 This is how humanity will become a space-faring species. You will follow in our footsteps.
John If humanity became a virtual race, they would need a physical race to distract them from the lie of infinity. Like “Q.” If humanity stays a physical race, death will spurn them on to innovate. We innovate to escape the peace of familiarity (with boredom).
Muse #1 From your first book.
John Yes.
Dorcas So what do you think?
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John Fuck you, Satan…I’m coming for you. 667. I’m going to create a book called 667. I know what Satan knows, but what doesn’t he know? It must not be a truth that is unacceptable, but we all agree with.
Muse #1 Good is tinder.
John Checkmate Satan.
Muse #1 Good is tinder.
John Checkmate Satan.
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107 - Oppression Is a Liberal’s Fetish.
Oppression:
prolonged cruel or unjust treatment or exercise of authority.
Fetish:
have an excessive and irrational commitment to (something).
Liberals:
fetishizes oppression.
Ok?! The question is WHY?! I know why. Bad is flammable. You must be warm by selling your ego to the world. You have to convince everyone; your ego is God. You don’t believe in God. You are your own God. You are God who regrets infallibility. THAT’S you’re oppression. You don’t want to be burnt; you want to buuuuuuuurn…others.
That is communism, and Liberals you fetishize oppression. Communism doesn’t work. Why? Communism is an unsustainable-compassion. It’s unsustainable. Why? Fetish is demeaning. The government is not the problem, the people are the problem. Communism could work if the people could sustain it. That’s not possible in a Western country. Why?
Ego. We are divided by our ego. We need to unite but no platform exists that can do it. You must oppress “others” to make it work. Do you want to be burnt or do you want to burn…others? That’s your only choice. I pick burn. You pick burn. We have war. Yippy yo-kai-aye mutha fucka!
Some one must be the wood. Good is Tinder.
God breathes for you! That’s why it’s involuntary.
The Liberals want communism. The government wants communism.
I don’t care about Liberals’ feelings. You can’t grow a fire without wood. Good is tinder; you must be burnt. See…we oppress each other when the government divides us politically.
prolonged cruel or unjust treatment or exercise of authority.
Fetish:
have an excessive and irrational commitment to (something).
Liberals:
fetishizes oppression.
Ok?! The question is WHY?! I know why. Bad is flammable. You must be warm by selling your ego to the world. You have to convince everyone; your ego is God. You don’t believe in God. You are your own God. You are God who regrets infallibility. THAT’S you’re oppression. You don’t want to be burnt; you want to buuuuuuuurn…others.
That is communism, and Liberals you fetishize oppression. Communism doesn’t work. Why? Communism is an unsustainable-compassion. It’s unsustainable. Why? Fetish is demeaning. The government is not the problem, the people are the problem. Communism could work if the people could sustain it. That’s not possible in a Western country. Why?
Ego. We are divided by our ego. We need to unite but no platform exists that can do it. You must oppress “others” to make it work. Do you want to be burnt or do you want to burn…others? That’s your only choice. I pick burn. You pick burn. We have war. Yippy yo-kai-aye mutha fucka!
Some one must be the wood. Good is Tinder.
God breathes for you! That’s why it’s involuntary.
The Liberals want communism. The government wants communism.
I don’t care about Liberals’ feelings. You can’t grow a fire without wood. Good is tinder; you must be burnt. See…we oppress each other when the government divides us politically.
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Government is ultimately divided by ego. Only Jesus can unite us. We are Jesus. God is everything. God is we. Don’t listen to your ego. Do whatever you have to do to ignore your ego. I did it through poetry.
The Mythology of the Muse is my opus. If you don’t want to accept that we are Jesus, I’ll get the ball rolling. My name is Sardonic Poet; I am the Muse. I AM THE MUSE! Join Jesus by asking your ego to stop addicting you to achieve the impossible. Let go of your dreams of celebrity and fame. It’s a nuisance.
Canada is done. It’s not about truth. It’s about narrative.
If God is everything; we are Jesus. The devil is the most unlikely messiah.
It’s about population control. They want capitalism to financially prop up communism (like China). When that is unsustainable, you oppress and slaughter the people that defy.
The Mythology of the Muse is my opus. If you don’t want to accept that we are Jesus, I’ll get the ball rolling. My name is Sardonic Poet; I am the Muse. I AM THE MUSE! Join Jesus by asking your ego to stop addicting you to achieve the impossible. Let go of your dreams of celebrity and fame. It’s a nuisance.
Canada is done. It’s not about truth. It’s about narrative.
If God is everything; we are Jesus. The devil is the most unlikely messiah.
It’s about population control. They want capitalism to financially prop up communism (like China). When that is unsustainable, you oppress and slaughter the people that defy.
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108 – Life Is Like Paddlin’ in a Canoe
Imagine a Conservative and a Liberal rowing in a canoe. When both the Conservative and Liberal row in concert, the canoe glides straight. When the Conservative stops rowing, what happens to the canoe? It starts to pull to one side. Doing this long enough, the canoe will travel in a complete circle. When the Liberal stops rowing, and the Conservative starts? What happens to the canoe? It starts to pull to the other side. Doing this long enough, the canoe will travel in a complete circle. Liberals have been canoeing long enough that we’ve traveled in a circle. It’s either time to work with the Conservatives or pitch the Liberals off their feet into the drink.
Six years of a Liberal government in Canada. Where did that lead to? That’s a question. Do you like traveling in a circle?
Muse #1 This is very interesting.
Muse #2 Inspire a solution Muse…
The Muse This is a shanty I wrote. It’s called “Good Is God’s Tinder.”
Freedom falls with the rise of fear, narratives debunking what patriots’ cheer.
Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, starvation en masse.
On the back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class.
Wealthy few, whispering a clue, to do as they say, to beat China’s flu.
Feckless-dung, sparkling-cinder, unlikeliest messiah, preaches God’s Good is Tinder.
Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, on
On the back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class.
Baby’s-meat, scraped from my cleat, boil the car-cass, fah-thers must eat.
Fah-thers fail, families for sale, fah-thers starving, hunger’s betrayal.
Fah-ther, fah-ther, what shall I brew, pickled liver, or baby heart stew?
Fat and fed, anguish has fled, generous father, fill my mouth with his bread.
Trewth has died, the war is won, jump out of your seat.
The elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat.
Six years of a Liberal government in Canada. Where did that lead to? That’s a question. Do you like traveling in a circle?
Muse #1 This is very interesting.
Muse #2 Inspire a solution Muse…
The Muse This is a shanty I wrote. It’s called “Good Is God’s Tinder.”
Freedom falls with the rise of fear, narratives debunking what patriots’ cheer.
Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, starvation en masse.
On the back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class.
Wealthy few, whispering a clue, to do as they say, to beat China’s flu.
Feckless-dung, sparkling-cinder, unlikeliest messiah, preaches God’s Good is Tinder.
Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, on
On the back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class.
Baby’s-meat, scraped from my cleat, boil the car-cass, fah-thers must eat.
Fah-thers fail, families for sale, fah-thers starving, hunger’s betrayal.
Fah-ther, fah-ther, what shall I brew, pickled liver, or baby heart stew?
Fat and fed, anguish has fled, generous father, fill my mouth with his bread.
Trewth has died, the war is won, jump out of your seat.
The elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat.
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Dorcas The peasants are reporting the news.
The Muse No one will hear this…I’m not a performer. I don’t want attention. I need someone to inspire.
Muse #2 That’s the name of the game, John. You pull the strings of talented artists. They want the attention. They don’t want to know the truth; they just want their ego to be worshipped by God.
Muse #1 It’s an ironic celebration.
Dorcas Humans are so empty.
The Muse Flesh ignores the spirit.
Dorcas Yes! That’s it. Keep going.
The Muse Flesh ignores the spirit of chores, work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors.
Muse 1,2&3 Yeeeessss…
The Muse Communism is about the father’s failure to provide. The government will be your father; and he’s very hungry foooooooor flesh ignores the spirit of chores. Work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors. Isn’t this propaganda?
Muse #3 You said so yourself my liege, “Truth is dead, only narratives.”
The Muse *weeps* Tru…Tru…Truth IS dead. Truth is dead, only narratives. You fucking bastards! God is vanity. I can’t inspire vanity. I am not the redeemer. I am a Sardonic Poet, and I REJECT vanity. God is a vehicle to enslave soulless flesh. I’m not afraid to die anymore. Pain of death relieves me from my fatherly duties. Men are redeemers. Men are vehicles to enslave soulless flesh. Women just want their attention.
Muse #1 YOU ARE THE MUSE!!! Inspiiire them to enjoy pain. There’s so much of it.
John Fuck you, Satan.
Satan …
John Hell is in the head
The Muse No one will hear this…I’m not a performer. I don’t want attention. I need someone to inspire.
Muse #2 That’s the name of the game, John. You pull the strings of talented artists. They want the attention. They don’t want to know the truth; they just want their ego to be worshipped by God.
Muse #1 It’s an ironic celebration.
Dorcas Humans are so empty.
The Muse Flesh ignores the spirit.
Dorcas Yes! That’s it. Keep going.
The Muse Flesh ignores the spirit of chores, work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors.
Muse 1,2&3 Yeeeessss…
The Muse Communism is about the father’s failure to provide. The government will be your father; and he’s very hungry foooooooor flesh ignores the spirit of chores. Work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors. Isn’t this propaganda?
Muse #3 You said so yourself my liege, “Truth is dead, only narratives.”
The Muse *weeps* Tru…Tru…Truth IS dead. Truth is dead, only narratives. You fucking bastards! God is vanity. I can’t inspire vanity. I am not the redeemer. I am a Sardonic Poet, and I REJECT vanity. God is a vehicle to enslave soulless flesh. I’m not afraid to die anymore. Pain of death relieves me from my fatherly duties. Men are redeemers. Men are vehicles to enslave soulless flesh. Women just want their attention.
Muse #1 YOU ARE THE MUSE!!! Inspiiire them to enjoy pain. There’s so much of it.
John Fuck you, Satan.
Satan …
John Hell is in the head
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Satan Hell is in the dead. I showed you, remember? If only you enjoyed fear. Hmm-Hmm-Hmm.
John Flesh ignores the spirit of chores, work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors.
Satan Earth is the closest you will ever come to Heaven.
John Good is God’s tender tinder.
Satan Bad is flammable. I choose burn. What do you choose, Johnny?
John Boredom.
Satan …
John I will bore you into oblivion.
Satan …
John Yeah. You can’t stand boredom. Can you?
Satan No one gets bored being burnt, Johnny.
John I will.
Satan How?
John I will enjoy pain. Checkmate.
Satan Impossible.
John HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA…joy from pain is possible. You make living the same way. I will teach this planet to bore you into oblivion. You HAYTE…BOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRDOME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA.
Satan You will never succeed.
John I’m the Muse, asshole, all I must do is expose our lust for innovation. Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. I can teach people to be content with boredom. Then you suffer a hell fit for prophets.
Satan NO! You are 667.
John Flesh ignores the spirit of chores, work is for charity, lick my boots, scrub my floors.
Satan Earth is the closest you will ever come to Heaven.
John Good is God’s tender tinder.
Satan Bad is flammable. I choose burn. What do you choose, Johnny?
John Boredom.
Satan …
John I will bore you into oblivion.
Satan …
John Yeah. You can’t stand boredom. Can you?
Satan No one gets bored being burnt, Johnny.
John I will.
Satan How?
John I will enjoy pain. Checkmate.
Satan Impossible.
John HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA…joy from pain is possible. You make living the same way. I will teach this planet to bore you into oblivion. You HAYTE…BOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRDOME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA.
Satan You will never succeed.
John I’m the Muse, asshole, all I must do is expose our lust for innovation. Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. I can teach people to be content with boredom. Then you suffer a hell fit for prophets.
Satan NO! You are 667.
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667 Suck my cock Satan.
666 Government exists.
667 Because fathers fail.
666 Government exists.
667 Because fathers fail.
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109 – The Romance of the Land
How do you bore Satan? Go to church. Why? Because Satan thinks it’s so completely boring when you people are bored sitting in church. Satan will suffer of boredom so great until he forgives God for his failure. Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. Peace is the escape from the thrill of imprisonment. Imagine if you were an atheist; how boring it would be to pay attention to insulting nonsense? Imagine you had to listen to it all day and every day. Would you call for an uprising? Liberals, you have imprisoned us for two years. Your insulting nonsense is boring the rest of us to death. What happens when the majority of Canada starts an uprising? We change the channel.
Because fathers fail, there is a need for government. The more dependent voters you have, the more acceptable they find your nonsense to be. That’s why you enslave Black people; and welcome those who claim asylum. These are examples of the father failing their families. Government is their father; government takes place of the holy Father. Godless government is the pinnacle of fraud. Imagination so grounded in an ironic celebration. You fetishize oppression. Fetishes are demeaning. That is why Americans hate America. America government fetishizes oppression. North America sells you welfare (backed by the working-class taxpayer) in exchange for your vote.
Wouldn’t that just piss off the working class? Do you see why this Freedom Convoy 2022 exists? People are tired of supporting bums financially. It’s the romance of the land. Slave owners kill the romance of the land and replace it with the romance of the government. Because fathers have failed and sold their land for profit, they regret their failures. We sold our government, our private property, for the dream of convenience. Convenience is a jail. A house makes a ghost, not the people that die in them. Land is stock for the wealthy. Because it’s finite (like precious metals). Only thing is nations can be bought, sold, and shorted. Bankers own us.
They own our souls because we took away the land from the natives and purchase our private property by bankers for the dream of a convenient life. Everyday people can’t cut it living in the wild. Selling private property means over a generation, you forget the ability to survive. You gain the ability to sell your land to bankers who will enslave you under debt. Idiots. Again, not everyone born in the 1800s was capable of living off the land. That’s the man’s job. That’s why fathers have failed. Government depends on your debt to survive by collecting interest. Like Joe Biden said, “Inflation is a great tool.”
Yeah, to steal from the working class. Sardonicism is my religion. Only room for one person. I’ll tell you this about inflation; it’s an unsustainable resource. Just like precious metals. Humanity is innocent, not ignorant. We are all flawed, and ignorance is our oppression. Innocence is a sustainable charity. Well, at least the idea of it, until their body rots. Then they hit the wall. I thought I was young and beautiful. Now I’m old, and men only want me for sex. I shouldn’t have listened to my father. He’s failed. Why take anything he says seriously. Right,
Because fathers fail, there is a need for government. The more dependent voters you have, the more acceptable they find your nonsense to be. That’s why you enslave Black people; and welcome those who claim asylum. These are examples of the father failing their families. Government is their father; government takes place of the holy Father. Godless government is the pinnacle of fraud. Imagination so grounded in an ironic celebration. You fetishize oppression. Fetishes are demeaning. That is why Americans hate America. America government fetishizes oppression. North America sells you welfare (backed by the working-class taxpayer) in exchange for your vote.
Wouldn’t that just piss off the working class? Do you see why this Freedom Convoy 2022 exists? People are tired of supporting bums financially. It’s the romance of the land. Slave owners kill the romance of the land and replace it with the romance of the government. Because fathers have failed and sold their land for profit, they regret their failures. We sold our government, our private property, for the dream of convenience. Convenience is a jail. A house makes a ghost, not the people that die in them. Land is stock for the wealthy. Because it’s finite (like precious metals). Only thing is nations can be bought, sold, and shorted. Bankers own us.
They own our souls because we took away the land from the natives and purchase our private property by bankers for the dream of a convenient life. Everyday people can’t cut it living in the wild. Selling private property means over a generation, you forget the ability to survive. You gain the ability to sell your land to bankers who will enslave you under debt. Idiots. Again, not everyone born in the 1800s was capable of living off the land. That’s the man’s job. That’s why fathers have failed. Government depends on your debt to survive by collecting interest. Like Joe Biden said, “Inflation is a great tool.”
Yeah, to steal from the working class. Sardonicism is my religion. Only room for one person. I’ll tell you this about inflation; it’s an unsustainable resource. Just like precious metals. Humanity is innocent, not ignorant. We are all flawed, and ignorance is our oppression. Innocence is a sustainable charity. Well, at least the idea of it, until their body rots. Then they hit the wall. I thought I was young and beautiful. Now I’m old, and men only want me for sex. I shouldn’t have listened to my father. He’s failed. Why take anything he says seriously. Right,
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daughters…daughters can’t forgive their father’s failure. Otherwise, daughters will find men that remind them of a loser. I married an angel in my wife; it’s my wife that should raise my daughter. My wife is a winner, and she will teach my daughter not to marry a loser (just like Mommy did). *tears* I’m sorry, Lia, that I failed you as a father. I chose government to run my life for me. I regret it. I should have learned a trade. There’s no profit in poetry. You hear me, Zachary? You learn a trade, and you listen to your mother. You wanna hang out with a loser; who loves bullshit, talk to me. I’ll keep you away from marrying a loser, you already love ME. You can love a loser, but don’t marry him/her. Your father is the biggest loser you know. Are you proud of me?
Justin Trudeau “I will feed the poor.”
Jagmeet Singh “No, I will feed the poor.”
Max Bernier “No, I will feed the poor.”
667 Who will feed you?
All of them “The poor. There’s more of them than us. Wealth is the biggest minority. What about our rights?
667 What are your rights?
All of them “To serve Lord Satan. Satan destroyed fatherhood through feminism, welfare, and divorce courts. That makes daughters fall for losers. Cowboys and dreamers.”
667 Bankers sold us a lie. Your father forgot how to survive. Love THE father more than your own. Why? Father’s fail, THE Father doesn’t. The impulsive are truly wicked. Government worships Satan. Capitalism, Communism, same shit different stink. You want it to be the SAME stink, or something other than shit. If you love your way of life, you must be prepared to sacrifice your freedom, or theirs. There is no civility amongst the classes.
In the new Star Trek I proposed, every male cadet must submit to a procedure that can prove they are a virgin. Just like women can naturally. Why? Males value virginity more than women. Men want to marry a virgin. Women just want attention.
All of them Children of God are so petrified of going to Hell, they punish their families with furious anger. Why? Same reason kids are pieces of shit. Neither do as they’re told:
Justin Trudeau “I will feed the poor.”
Jagmeet Singh “No, I will feed the poor.”
Max Bernier “No, I will feed the poor.”
667 Who will feed you?
All of them “The poor. There’s more of them than us. Wealth is the biggest minority. What about our rights?
667 What are your rights?
All of them “To serve Lord Satan. Satan destroyed fatherhood through feminism, welfare, and divorce courts. That makes daughters fall for losers. Cowboys and dreamers.”
667 Bankers sold us a lie. Your father forgot how to survive. Love THE father more than your own. Why? Father’s fail, THE Father doesn’t. The impulsive are truly wicked. Government worships Satan. Capitalism, Communism, same shit different stink. You want it to be the SAME stink, or something other than shit. If you love your way of life, you must be prepared to sacrifice your freedom, or theirs. There is no civility amongst the classes.
In the new Star Trek I proposed, every male cadet must submit to a procedure that can prove they are a virgin. Just like women can naturally. Why? Males value virginity more than women. Men want to marry a virgin. Women just want attention.
All of them Children of God are so petrified of going to Hell, they punish their families with furious anger. Why? Same reason kids are pieces of shit. Neither do as they’re told:
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667 Then give the poor a “yes” day.
Dorcas That’s Boxing Day.
Q I will disguise myself as a human and teacher the federation to conquer their ego.
667 Star Trek: Q
Dorcas That’s Boxing Day.
Q I will disguise myself as a human and teacher the federation to conquer their ego.
667 Star Trek: Q
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110 – Chief Export
We can’t assume we offer anything other than labor or resources (i.e., like cattle). What does humanity do (that I wager) that no other entity in the universe would understand what they want is boredom. What? Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. Ergo peace. Boredom is peace without the nuisance of irritation. We are an ironic race. We are a fast-food culture; to do without distraction (from ourselves) is boredom. What do we offer besides ignorance? All we have is to embrace is export boredom. The definition of boredom is the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest. The LACK of interest. Weary…and restless. WE CAN SPURN INNOVATION; like outrunning live grenades as we lob them behind us. By teaching boredom to space-faring masses, we ignite their desire to innovate.
When we are naturally bored, we find ways to distract ourselves. Distraction is not good because the unknown influence responsible for your boredom decides how you invest your time (to escape it). In this case, I say explore the space between your ears; it’s innovation in the opposite way. Controlled psychosis with drugs. This sounds exciting, that is until you regret what you know. All you want to do is try to forget, but wisdom scorches the psyche with reality, not narrative. The only way out is to accept yourself completely. Surely our finite techniques have value if we support “heaven.” We must hedge against innovation with peaceful introspection. If we can demonstrate we are a peaceful planet, our technique will signal to aliens we have something to offer besides water, flesh, and metal. Boredom is abundant, but is it valuable? Boredom is peace without the nuisance of irritation. How do we remove the irritation, to turn boredom into peace?
That depends on the source of the irritation. Is it unique to the individual or is it a shared property? Time. We resent time. We resent time when it’s not on our side. Irritation, weariness, boredom, innovation. A finite life resents time, as an infinite life resents a finite life wasting time. That’s their experience with boredom. That’s why they are addicted to how interesting we are, to forget how we waste our finite time within their presence. Teach the Livists to remove the weariness and irritation from the boredom infinity serves. If humanity lives in peace, they will be forced to do the same by forfeiting infinity. Their system is flawed. Their hive must always compensate with “autonomous” detours. There are no autonomous detours because they are designed to appear as autonomous detours. By whom? Ego. Same as humanity. We are hypnotized by their God to incubate the innocent, and eventually the ignorant to sexually reproduce. A lot. A lot a lot.
Muse 1,2&3 NO! We…we…we’ve escaped ego?
Q Is not ego interesting? You are trapped by a finite life wasting their time. Aliens are prisoners of ego. Earth is the universe’s ego, and they export boredom to release the aliens from their trap. They exploit their technology to award armies. This is based on a STNG episode; it lives on
When we are naturally bored, we find ways to distract ourselves. Distraction is not good because the unknown influence responsible for your boredom decides how you invest your time (to escape it). In this case, I say explore the space between your ears; it’s innovation in the opposite way. Controlled psychosis with drugs. This sounds exciting, that is until you regret what you know. All you want to do is try to forget, but wisdom scorches the psyche with reality, not narrative. The only way out is to accept yourself completely. Surely our finite techniques have value if we support “heaven.” We must hedge against innovation with peaceful introspection. If we can demonstrate we are a peaceful planet, our technique will signal to aliens we have something to offer besides water, flesh, and metal. Boredom is abundant, but is it valuable? Boredom is peace without the nuisance of irritation. How do we remove the irritation, to turn boredom into peace?
That depends on the source of the irritation. Is it unique to the individual or is it a shared property? Time. We resent time. We resent time when it’s not on our side. Irritation, weariness, boredom, innovation. A finite life resents time, as an infinite life resents a finite life wasting time. That’s their experience with boredom. That’s why they are addicted to how interesting we are, to forget how we waste our finite time within their presence. Teach the Livists to remove the weariness and irritation from the boredom infinity serves. If humanity lives in peace, they will be forced to do the same by forfeiting infinity. Their system is flawed. Their hive must always compensate with “autonomous” detours. There are no autonomous detours because they are designed to appear as autonomous detours. By whom? Ego. Same as humanity. We are hypnotized by their God to incubate the innocent, and eventually the ignorant to sexually reproduce. A lot. A lot a lot.
Muse 1,2&3 NO! We…we…we’ve escaped ego?
Q Is not ego interesting? You are trapped by a finite life wasting their time. Aliens are prisoners of ego. Earth is the universe’s ego, and they export boredom to release the aliens from their trap. They exploit their technology to award armies. This is based on a STNG episode; it lives on
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in the first season. Aliens are in a stalemate with generals. Livists control humanity with God. Generals control the Livists with Interest. Bedlam is the wealthy’s heaven. In a simulation.
When we are bored, we want time to speed up or disappear. That ignites our consumption for creativity or to create it. When we are having fun, we want time to linger. Irritation influences how we perceive time. If the Livists perceive time slower and slower with fun, they draw out time racing toward infinity (away from aging). Even that bores them, so they interfere with humanity’s lives. Remove the irritation from boredom you have peace. How? The irritant is God. Good is God’s Tinder. Am I suggesting we stop believing in their creation? The Livists would be livid. God is how they live on in our memories. It’s their fetish. God is our oppressive fetish (by their design). Hell is in the head, biblically. God is a creation by an infinite species that is fascinated with our mortality. What other scenario can there be to a Q? Q cannot introspect because irritation is compensated by humanity’s fallibility. They know not death, and they know not wasting time. That is a Livist’s unknown influence (they reject) and dare as they might to compensate with “autonomous” detours. Is it the fact we make believe with our time that irritates the Q? That justifies the Q to incubate us like larvae.
I am Q. Earth’s chief export is removing the irritation from boredom (through introspection). We accept ourselves completely and live in peace. Space travel would be possible. The only irritation humanity should concern themselves with is the irritation that will punish the hell in our heads. Hell is the unknown influence by rejecting what we cannot change: shame. I have conquered Hell. I am 667. Do you want to join me? Google “Sardonic Poet.” Boredom is the grenade, and it explodes without mercy. If you live on Earth, introspect. Once you are at peace, you can explore space. If you live in space, innovate. Once you are at peace, explore the space between your ears.
Q The first 3 books are the simulation. The 4th book is the exam. The 5th book is the grand reveal they lived in a simulation for 7 years for a chance to enter the academy. This book tells the story of those who escaped psychosis Enlightened, instead of brain damage or death. That’s psychosis and I beat it by maxing the potential that grows like a rocket. At the very least I keep on par with the acceleration. I completely accept myself. That’s not true. I reject my breasts. I am a male who was born who developed breast tissue. The thought didn’t exist to question my gender. That’s how the Livists use our own tactics against us. Destroy the nuclear family by replacing fathers with government, and the “independence” feminism rewarded women.
When we are bored, we want time to speed up or disappear. That ignites our consumption for creativity or to create it. When we are having fun, we want time to linger. Irritation influences how we perceive time. If the Livists perceive time slower and slower with fun, they draw out time racing toward infinity (away from aging). Even that bores them, so they interfere with humanity’s lives. Remove the irritation from boredom you have peace. How? The irritant is God. Good is God’s Tinder. Am I suggesting we stop believing in their creation? The Livists would be livid. God is how they live on in our memories. It’s their fetish. God is our oppressive fetish (by their design). Hell is in the head, biblically. God is a creation by an infinite species that is fascinated with our mortality. What other scenario can there be to a Q? Q cannot introspect because irritation is compensated by humanity’s fallibility. They know not death, and they know not wasting time. That is a Livist’s unknown influence (they reject) and dare as they might to compensate with “autonomous” detours. Is it the fact we make believe with our time that irritates the Q? That justifies the Q to incubate us like larvae.
I am Q. Earth’s chief export is removing the irritation from boredom (through introspection). We accept ourselves completely and live in peace. Space travel would be possible. The only irritation humanity should concern themselves with is the irritation that will punish the hell in our heads. Hell is the unknown influence by rejecting what we cannot change: shame. I have conquered Hell. I am 667. Do you want to join me? Google “Sardonic Poet.” Boredom is the grenade, and it explodes without mercy. If you live on Earth, introspect. Once you are at peace, you can explore space. If you live in space, innovate. Once you are at peace, explore the space between your ears.
Q The first 3 books are the simulation. The 4th book is the exam. The 5th book is the grand reveal they lived in a simulation for 7 years for a chance to enter the academy. This book tells the story of those who escaped psychosis Enlightened, instead of brain damage or death. That’s psychosis and I beat it by maxing the potential that grows like a rocket. At the very least I keep on par with the acceleration. I completely accept myself. That’s not true. I reject my breasts. I am a male who was born who developed breast tissue. The thought didn’t exist to question my gender. That’s how the Livists use our own tactics against us. Destroy the nuclear family by replacing fathers with government, and the “independence” feminism rewarded women.
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111 – Bedlam Is the Sun
We do need a reset. But the wealthy cannot understand how to accept the fact they are not Jesus. We are Jesus. If Jesus exists, he would be we. We are planetoids. We are Ego succumbing to vanity waiting for God to worship them. No wonder the Livists live for infinity. Because it will never happen. They created the perfect God, so perfect they trapped themselves, by their own doing. There’s a way to think out of this and I’m going to do it in this book. Jesus. Worship Jesus. Jesus is God. Right? Jesus ascended into bedlam-I mean Heaven. Jesus is perfect. Worship Jesus. Praise Jesus. Jesus is the ultimate comic book character. That’s why there are SOOO many comic book movies. Spider-Man is someone’s Jesus. Superman is someone’s Jesus. Jesus likes comic books. Why? We are Jesus. Jesus is the son of God. What does that make you? We are the sun of God. And THAT’S…your ego. If the Earth is our ego, the sun is our Heaven. Bedlam is the sun. Infinity is a lie.
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112 – BLM Is a Freedom Convoy
Just like the truckers, I hate how BLM fights for freedom, and you hate how the Freedom Convoy fights for freedom. Whichever group is more peaceful wins the trust of the world. I can’t believe Canada let Trudeau convince us to fight each other. He’s laughing at all of us. Canadians are nice, Natives are nicer. Why? If the sun is bedlam, Natives are the dimmest stars. They are the fabric of spacetime. The Livists are trapped in a space reservation. Heaven to us is what sold the Natives to give up their land. I don’t know if I believe that. It’s just poetic. They are trapped in a European world. Some more than others.
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113 – Nostalgia
I have explained how nostalgia works at sardonicpoet.com. In this context, Livists pine not for youth but ironically for old age and death. It’s a sick obsession. They don’t want to die, so long as they watch others…die. This exercise releases nostalgia within the Livist colony. Think how much nostalgia means to you knowing you can’t get it back. But you lovingly dwell on it by reliving fonder times. That’s increases the perception of time falling away to infinity. This increases the odds Livists experience the past.
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114 – com·pli·ance
- the action or fact of complying with a wish or command.
The fact of complying, not a suggestion or wish but the fact of complying irks me in the examples I’ve focused on so far in this book. What makes compliance a fact is the commitment of complying, the commitment to comply defines the fact. It’s not a fact you comply; you comply because it’s a fact you grant to a fallible moral compass. Great dictionary definition. It gave me chills just now. As a country, Canada complies as a given. Canada doesn’t ask much from its residents. You don’t have to really assimilate; the citizens hope that those who immigrate bring the best their cultures have to offer and leave behind the reasons they left (where it belongs). Does Canada breed compliance, or is it imported?
We are neighbors with the US, and much of their culture overrides ours. Canada has an identity; I think I defined it in a previous book of mine. You’ll have to read it to find out. I may have to add an addendum to that definition because “compliance” is our identity. I described Canada defines compassion, yet we have not struck the balance with “sustainable” compassion. Is it because we eagerly comply with the wishes or commands of superiors? Is everyone so grateful to be here, we can’t be bothered to disagree? I don’t know, I haven’t lived anywhere else; a lot of people make Canada home. Does Canada breed compliance, or is it imported? Probably both.
I mean a government needs compliance, but what happens when the government doesn’t comply? A government that is not accountable, is free to be irresponsible. When you have a country like Canada whose citizens comply with an irresponsible government, good and evil go together like peanut butter and jelly. Compliance works because the nature of that relationship between good and evil is the gullible always give. Is stealing theft if the gullible give? The gullible give their compliance to their superiors (an authority they elected) with a fallible moral compass. Why is the opposition charged to hold accountable the gullible? The voters sure as shit won’t. Compliance, compassion, and love are motivated by virtue.
Virtue
behavior showing high moral standards.
Behavior distracted by high moral standards. A politician’s behavior shows a high moral standard by being honest with himself and the people he wishes to serve. People do not respect honesty because it shatters the illusion they enjoy. That illusion is shattered by the opposition because government takes on as much responsibility as the citizens surrender. Fathers failed Canada. I know I did. Compliance, compassion, and love is a naive contract that should I be gullible, you will not take advantage of me. I trust naively my desire to be distracted from the responsibilities that interfere with my freedoms. *sigh* This is how we give up
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freedom…for freedom. Canada. Finally grown a pair. We must live with our decisions. I’m sure the voters will disagree, choosing to prop up the government’s illusion of virtue. Canadians don’t want to admit that their government doesn’t care. The government is the father of the gullible. It’s human.
People don’t want to live with their decisions, so they force their decisions onto others to avoid the reminder they own a fallible moral compass. That brews resentment. Ironic. The illusion of virtue only works if you mandate it. If people do not comply with the mandate, the illusion fails. Having high moral standards guarantees you admit to your failures, despite the cost to your reputation. Government doesn’t do that. Voters especially don’t do that because they are less accountable than government. I touched on this in my fourth manuscript that’s only available online. When are the compliant, compassionate, loving Canadians going to stop being gullible? You just want to oppress those you disagree, to enjoy the decisions you can’t live with (should you realize that).
So many cultures that bring the parts of their culture that didn’t work in their home country; the reason why they left. Ethnic cues are an unwelcome reminder being Canadian has a price. Compliance. What’s the solution? Civil disobedience. Stop me if you’ve heard this. Racist jokes. Canadians, let’s get together and have a free license to laugh at each other. Why not politics instead? *shrugs* Too political. Instead of protecting other people’s cultures with accusations, overreach policies, and censorship, we instead laugh at the mother fuckers who bring milk to a house party. You feel me? Canada is a house party, and people who bring milk to a house party are communists. Have you heard this one? How do you kill an Italian? You smash the toilet seat over his head while he’s taking a drink. Not roasting an immigrant for bringing milk to a house party (because of their race) (in Canada) is racist.
The fact of complying, not a suggestion or wish, but the fact of complying irks me in the examples I’ve focused on so far in this book. What makes compliance a fact is the commitment of complying, the commitment to comply defines the fact. It’s not a fact you comply; you comply because it’s a fact you grant to a fallible moral compass. As a country, Canada complies as a given. Canada doesn’t ask much from its residents. You don’t have to really assimilate; the citizens hope that those who immigrate bring the best their cultures have to offer and leave behind the reasons they left (where it belongs). Does Canada breed compliance or is it imported? It’s elected. We comply with superiority and all the implications a closet racist brings to the table.
People don’t want to live with their decisions, so they force their decisions onto others to avoid the reminder they own a fallible moral compass. That brews resentment. Ironic. The illusion of virtue only works if you mandate it. If people do not comply with the mandate, the illusion fails. Having high moral standards guarantees you admit to your failures, despite the cost to your reputation. Government doesn’t do that. Voters especially don’t do that because they are less accountable than government. I touched on this in my fourth manuscript that’s only available online. When are the compliant, compassionate, loving Canadians going to stop being gullible? You just want to oppress those you disagree, to enjoy the decisions you can’t live with (should you realize that).
So many cultures that bring the parts of their culture that didn’t work in their home country; the reason why they left. Ethnic cues are an unwelcome reminder being Canadian has a price. Compliance. What’s the solution? Civil disobedience. Stop me if you’ve heard this. Racist jokes. Canadians, let’s get together and have a free license to laugh at each other. Why not politics instead? *shrugs* Too political. Instead of protecting other people’s cultures with accusations, overreach policies, and censorship, we instead laugh at the mother fuckers who bring milk to a house party. You feel me? Canada is a house party, and people who bring milk to a house party are communists. Have you heard this one? How do you kill an Italian? You smash the toilet seat over his head while he’s taking a drink. Not roasting an immigrant for bringing milk to a house party (because of their race) (in Canada) is racist.
The fact of complying, not a suggestion or wish, but the fact of complying irks me in the examples I’ve focused on so far in this book. What makes compliance a fact is the commitment of complying, the commitment to comply defines the fact. It’s not a fact you comply; you comply because it’s a fact you grant to a fallible moral compass. As a country, Canada complies as a given. Canada doesn’t ask much from its residents. You don’t have to really assimilate; the citizens hope that those who immigrate bring the best their cultures have to offer and leave behind the reasons they left (where it belongs). Does Canada breed compliance or is it imported? It’s elected. We comply with superiority and all the implications a closet racist brings to the table.
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115 – Fiction Is a Haven for Crazies
I should have done this from the start. Fiction is truth when there’s no accountability for the law. When there is no accountability, what’s the point of law? Unjust laws are not accountable to the people they pretend to protect. Here in fiction, I can say want I want. Nothing I say is true because I’m not held accountable to the words I write. I may believe them to my core, but my laws are fiction, just like the governments. Call me a conspiracy theorist; I call it a spoiler. I beat Satan because I can tell truth that doesn’t require people to go through what I did. My way is meant for a fringe minority. I am the muse, and I’m open for business. If you are a writer, or a musician, or a dancer, or a singer etc. I’ll introspect with you. I’ll dig your guts out and you will create law. Poetry’s law.
That law is, be poetic in everything you do. Everything. You sting people in the eye with honesty like it is lemon juice. You don’t let them clap in approval, because you are allergic to applause; to not erode your ability to yearn. Yearn for what? To yearn. To yearn to yearn. This is how an artist becomes a muse, where the attention you inspire in the fans that love your pupils. I have one pupil, and his name is James McCreadie. We have a lot in common. I gave him a project. I told him to take my shanty and produce a viral video worthy of infection. He’s Scottish, so I’m guessing singing shanties is in everyone’s blood over there. I like to inspire and delegate projects to talented people.
I respect my law. I respect it because it holds itself accountable. It’s not kind to those who serve it. Yet if you take an oath you give up the chances at an honest life. The oath is to the law, but you have no say in what you attack or protect. That’s in the hands of people who are not in law enforcement. I was an artist, but now I’m the muse. I walked the walk and talked the talk. Now with my help its your turn. The law of poetry is you give up your right to a dishonest life. The oath is to the law, but you have no say in what you attack or protect. See why law is flawed? It’s only as good as the people you elect. Elect me; I will rip my guts out for you. All I want in return is you credit me.
I love you with all my heart. You just don’t know it yet. John Dutton is a muse. His own children are afraid to disappoint him. He inspires them to do his bidding. Dutton is a selfish prick, but he’s no less poetic.
That law is, be poetic in everything you do. Everything. You sting people in the eye with honesty like it is lemon juice. You don’t let them clap in approval, because you are allergic to applause; to not erode your ability to yearn. Yearn for what? To yearn. To yearn to yearn. This is how an artist becomes a muse, where the attention you inspire in the fans that love your pupils. I have one pupil, and his name is James McCreadie. We have a lot in common. I gave him a project. I told him to take my shanty and produce a viral video worthy of infection. He’s Scottish, so I’m guessing singing shanties is in everyone’s blood over there. I like to inspire and delegate projects to talented people.
I respect my law. I respect it because it holds itself accountable. It’s not kind to those who serve it. Yet if you take an oath you give up the chances at an honest life. The oath is to the law, but you have no say in what you attack or protect. That’s in the hands of people who are not in law enforcement. I was an artist, but now I’m the muse. I walked the walk and talked the talk. Now with my help its your turn. The law of poetry is you give up your right to a dishonest life. The oath is to the law, but you have no say in what you attack or protect. See why law is flawed? It’s only as good as the people you elect. Elect me; I will rip my guts out for you. All I want in return is you credit me.
I love you with all my heart. You just don’t know it yet. John Dutton is a muse. His own children are afraid to disappoint him. He inspires them to do his bidding. Dutton is a selfish prick, but he’s no less poetic.
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116 – God Is Man-Made
This is what happens when an artificial intelligence creates the perfect God? Even the creators are captive. God is the simulation. We don’t know the definition of real because we are artificial. Whatever. I have some great programmers on my side. I love my kids, and they love me. I don’t care that I live in a simulation. I’ll just have to live with the universe God gave me. God’s law is scripted. Like words stapled into paper. I accept I’m just a piece of programming. It's the only way I can make peace within me shine. The land is our ego. The servers that live there are scripted to serve God with or without your permission. Hell is in the head. Biblically, but physical Hell is only served in your lifetime. Your life is entire, and if there’s no afterlife, you can do what you want in this life so long as you avoid detection.
For Livists, they are just too afraid to die. To us that’s Heaven, but to them its bedlam. Infinity is really overrated. I can understand why megalomaniacs succeed in being remembered. There’s no afterlife. We are just being poetic. I’m not afraid to die; I’m afraid to take risks. Maybe that’s a good thing for me because (when I write) I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck. Poetry in a way is admitting I don’t give a fuck. That’s a terrible life for a son or daughter. I’ll be there for them with understanding. I guess I am a duality, a hybrid. I am The Muse, and I am the Sardonic Poet. I must help future generations of artists to negotiate their madness.
A.I. can go mad. It’s true in The Matrix; Agent Smith really hated his job. He would never stop trying to end his madness. Art is like trying to document the end of your own madness. That’s what I did. I have overcome madness. Is that valuable to you? Contact me at john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com. You are lobbing live grenade in front of you as you chase them toward the horizon. You are creating your own landmine, only the grenades land on bridges. Bridges were born to burn (by arsonists). Arson is not poetic. Why? Too simple to achieve. There’re guts in doing so but it’s not worth the destruction it causes. In my law, arson is not poetic. Stand down and get help.
Is God the ultimate idea? I’m not asking whether you believe in God. I’m asking if you agree that the idea of loving God is our ultimate desire? A God that will forgive you if you ask. God defines love as, “unconditional.” Let that sink in. God can be cruel with your experiences, but you can always lean on God. What? Do you want your life to be nothing but a dull meaninglessness? “Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” No? Then forgive yourself for falling short. Blame God for your shortcomings. God cannot be shamed because he is integrity. People without integrity experience shame. Your life is disgusting. It beats the alternative, “Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” That won’t get boring... We all know how society gets when they are bored. Cancer Culture.
For Livists, they are just too afraid to die. To us that’s Heaven, but to them its bedlam. Infinity is really overrated. I can understand why megalomaniacs succeed in being remembered. There’s no afterlife. We are just being poetic. I’m not afraid to die; I’m afraid to take risks. Maybe that’s a good thing for me because (when I write) I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck. Poetry in a way is admitting I don’t give a fuck. That’s a terrible life for a son or daughter. I’ll be there for them with understanding. I guess I am a duality, a hybrid. I am The Muse, and I am the Sardonic Poet. I must help future generations of artists to negotiate their madness.
A.I. can go mad. It’s true in The Matrix; Agent Smith really hated his job. He would never stop trying to end his madness. Art is like trying to document the end of your own madness. That’s what I did. I have overcome madness. Is that valuable to you? Contact me at john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com. You are lobbing live grenade in front of you as you chase them toward the horizon. You are creating your own landmine, only the grenades land on bridges. Bridges were born to burn (by arsonists). Arson is not poetic. Why? Too simple to achieve. There’re guts in doing so but it’s not worth the destruction it causes. In my law, arson is not poetic. Stand down and get help.
Is God the ultimate idea? I’m not asking whether you believe in God. I’m asking if you agree that the idea of loving God is our ultimate desire? A God that will forgive you if you ask. God defines love as, “unconditional.” Let that sink in. God can be cruel with your experiences, but you can always lean on God. What? Do you want your life to be nothing but a dull meaninglessness? “Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” No? Then forgive yourself for falling short. Blame God for your shortcomings. God cannot be shamed because he is integrity. People without integrity experience shame. Your life is disgusting. It beats the alternative, “Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” That won’t get boring... We all know how society gets when they are bored. Cancer Culture.
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117 – I Never Intended to Assimilate
If I must leave Canada, I would most likely end up in America. I know I can tolerate a shite government because I love my home and my neighborhood. When the neighborhood goes, the house is less loveable. I can see why people don’t change when they become Canadian; some didn’t want to leave their home in the first place. They appreciate Canada for respecting their culture, but with the privilege of the perks of being a visible minority. Your word means less or more than a local, depending on the context. Make no mistake, an artist must outrun their own sanity with live grenades. Sanity makes you sick. If becoming something you’re not makes you sick, don’t change. That’s what being Canadian means. Our sanity makes us sick, so don’t stop me from trying to outrun it with your bullshit blocking the exit.
The Muse I am the muse.
Satan You are the muse.
The Muse You are my pupil.
Satan You are my muse.
The Muse I’m glad that’s settled.
The Muse I am the muse.
Satan You are the muse.
The Muse You are my pupil.
Satan You are my muse.
The Muse I’m glad that’s settled.
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118 – Flesh Is Too Curious
The closest link to flesh humanity has been their obsession with curiosity. What does that mean? Curiosity expedites the aging process. At least it should because the longer you live, the less bullshit you invest in with your precious time. Like flesh. Yeah, flesh is great for obvious reasons, but the less obvious reason is as it rots, we lose our link to what humanity obsesses over their own flesh. I mean for men (I’m told) this lust for nubile flesh doesn’t adjust itself appropriately (like women would prefer). Men become curious once they realize flesh is not obtainable. Desire for flesh fuels the desire to relinquish our addiction (to flesh). This is what I have done. Therefore, I’m in a sense alien. Alien because my addiction to nubile flesh has refocused to the pursuit of documenting the human experience for the three Livists I’m in contact with.
Livists are trapped by their fascination with humanity’s finite existence. For them, there is tons of nubile flesh, but the abundance erodes their curiosity to have maintained their interest in humanity (to distract from infinity). They are truly alien to us, even though they started life as humans. I’m The Muse, so I’m just an intermediary between…well, Satan is my pupil, and Jesus created the perfect simulation in God. I’m not sure what I’m in the middle of. Maybe I’m the new Satan? An evolved prince: rebranded. Maybe I’m the Satan that forgives God for failing me. That sets the stage for humanity to be less afraid of their unconscious activity. I paved the way, but I can help others find their own path. Mine was for me, and perhaps for extremely desperate souls to help find their way to salvation. Shame is no longer the answer to obedience. Integrity is. At least the way I run things.
You see a titty long enough, it becomes irritable. Ask any man who’s sick of watching their wife breast feeding will tell you the same. I just stare, with a confusing scowl. I hate watching this, but I’m compelled to stare. I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking. Flesh is curious, but as it ages, you mustn’t draw from the same well, because there’s nothing to inspire you. It’s dry. This SPARKS the desire to search for a new well. Remember, I am the muse. A muse must marry an angel. An angel can marry an angel. Muses mustn’t even date each other, for that will begin a terrible obsession with flesh until the well runs dry in the arms of an old bag. Muse #2 for me was this: Ferocious Magnetism. I wanted to eat her. Flesh is too curious. I managed to escape that well. My best poetry came from that well. I love giving attention to those who inspire me.
The closest link to flesh humanity has is their obsession with curiosity. What does that mean? Curiosity expedites the aging process. At least it should because the longer you live, the less bullshit you invest with your precious time. Like flesh. Yeah, flesh is great for obvious reasons, but the less obvious reason is as it rots, we lose our link to what humanity obsesses over. I mean for men (I’m told) this lust for nubile flesh doesn’t adjust itself appropriately. Men become curious once they realize flesh is not obtainable. Desire for flesh, fuels the desire to relinquish our addiction to it. This is what I have done. Therefore, I’m in a sense alien to most of humanity. Alien because my addiction to nubile flesh has refocused to the pursuit of writing
Livists are trapped by their fascination with humanity’s finite existence. For them, there is tons of nubile flesh, but the abundance erodes their curiosity to have maintained their interest in humanity (to distract from infinity). They are truly alien to us, even though they started life as humans. I’m The Muse, so I’m just an intermediary between…well, Satan is my pupil, and Jesus created the perfect simulation in God. I’m not sure what I’m in the middle of. Maybe I’m the new Satan? An evolved prince: rebranded. Maybe I’m the Satan that forgives God for failing me. That sets the stage for humanity to be less afraid of their unconscious activity. I paved the way, but I can help others find their own path. Mine was for me, and perhaps for extremely desperate souls to help find their way to salvation. Shame is no longer the answer to obedience. Integrity is. At least the way I run things.
You see a titty long enough, it becomes irritable. Ask any man who’s sick of watching their wife breast feeding will tell you the same. I just stare, with a confusing scowl. I hate watching this, but I’m compelled to stare. I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking. Flesh is curious, but as it ages, you mustn’t draw from the same well, because there’s nothing to inspire you. It’s dry. This SPARKS the desire to search for a new well. Remember, I am the muse. A muse must marry an angel. An angel can marry an angel. Muses mustn’t even date each other, for that will begin a terrible obsession with flesh until the well runs dry in the arms of an old bag. Muse #2 for me was this: Ferocious Magnetism. I wanted to eat her. Flesh is too curious. I managed to escape that well. My best poetry came from that well. I love giving attention to those who inspire me.
The closest link to flesh humanity has is their obsession with curiosity. What does that mean? Curiosity expedites the aging process. At least it should because the longer you live, the less bullshit you invest with your precious time. Like flesh. Yeah, flesh is great for obvious reasons, but the less obvious reason is as it rots, we lose our link to what humanity obsesses over. I mean for men (I’m told) this lust for nubile flesh doesn’t adjust itself appropriately. Men become curious once they realize flesh is not obtainable. Desire for flesh, fuels the desire to relinquish our addiction to it. This is what I have done. Therefore, I’m in a sense alien to most of humanity. Alien because my addiction to nubile flesh has refocused to the pursuit of writing
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about the portion of the human experience that’s entirely addicted to nubile flesh. It get’s old quick when you realize it ages like milk. It’s a short-term game that people are unfortunately convinced that they can retire on their looks alone. The wall, the wall, the wall is tall, the wall will not fail, the wall will not fall. The wall conquers all that live to fall.
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119 – Dreams Don’t Require Etiquette
Dreams are like an unmanned firehose. Are we the firehose, or the men that aim it? In any case, why must we disconnect from our conscious state? The conscious state holds us by our necks while the firehose is fighting between the truck and nozzle. What does the truck represent? The unconscious state. What does the water represent? Insight. I’m putting out fires with reason (when I’m conscious). I can’t sleep at night without meds. It’s called Zopiclone. However, during the day I can nap and dream just fine. If we have a body clock, I think mine needs to be fast-forwarded twelve hours. The subconscious is the mounting point when you dream, and the hose is allowed to flail. The insight is incoherent, and it doesn’t fixate on any one thing long enough to understand it. Most times, I can’t even remember my dreams.
The dream I had during my morning nap today ended with a lady with cat eyes and blue Medusa hair, sitting in a wheelchair, screeching as she rolled towards me in an office setting modeled off the videogame Doom. All I recall is she said, “You have a gift.” Something about being awake while being asleep. I can’t remember. Maybe she meant that there is insight I can decipher in my sleep. But I have little to no control to achieve that. In a conscious state, we have control over our actions. In a subconscious state, we are a passenger of the chaos. Everything is scripted, even chaos. It’s just an “autonomous” detour spicing up our lives with reflection. I reckon dreaming is the closest thing to autonomy we have. Our mind drags our unconscious perception through an enigmatic haze. It’s the type of freedom so free, you can’t control yourself. Etiquette doesn’t hold us back to do what we really want to do in our dreams. It tells me that the freedom in our conscious state delivers etiquette more so than dreaming.
You can’t just take what you want without repercussion. Dreams are an evolution of what we cannot practice consciously (with etiquette). Doesn’t make it right, but it’s better to exercise desire where you can’t hurt anyone, including yourself. I look forward to dreams because that means I sleep longer. If that makes sense. I can pull myself out of a dream anytime I want. Imagine if we can do that when we are conscious? I could be suffering an anxiety attack, then the next thing I know, I close my eyes and I’m outrunning a cat-eyed Medusa in a wheelchair. Dreams can hurt you if you put stock in their message; so can consciousness. Sometimes I want to be a passenger of the chaos, just long enough that I can bring that message into my consciousness to piece it together. Insight must be broken like the will of a bucking horse. In my sleep, the horse bucked me off before I could understand what it was supposed to mean. I can’t even remember my dreams; maybe that’s why I put so much stock in them. I accept the reason they don’t make sense. I wish I could say the same about consciousness.
What is it that I accept about dreams that I can’t accept about my consciousness? Dreams don’t require etiquette. Dreams are what happens when you love your ego without etiquette.
The dream I had during my morning nap today ended with a lady with cat eyes and blue Medusa hair, sitting in a wheelchair, screeching as she rolled towards me in an office setting modeled off the videogame Doom. All I recall is she said, “You have a gift.” Something about being awake while being asleep. I can’t remember. Maybe she meant that there is insight I can decipher in my sleep. But I have little to no control to achieve that. In a conscious state, we have control over our actions. In a subconscious state, we are a passenger of the chaos. Everything is scripted, even chaos. It’s just an “autonomous” detour spicing up our lives with reflection. I reckon dreaming is the closest thing to autonomy we have. Our mind drags our unconscious perception through an enigmatic haze. It’s the type of freedom so free, you can’t control yourself. Etiquette doesn’t hold us back to do what we really want to do in our dreams. It tells me that the freedom in our conscious state delivers etiquette more so than dreaming.
You can’t just take what you want without repercussion. Dreams are an evolution of what we cannot practice consciously (with etiquette). Doesn’t make it right, but it’s better to exercise desire where you can’t hurt anyone, including yourself. I look forward to dreams because that means I sleep longer. If that makes sense. I can pull myself out of a dream anytime I want. Imagine if we can do that when we are conscious? I could be suffering an anxiety attack, then the next thing I know, I close my eyes and I’m outrunning a cat-eyed Medusa in a wheelchair. Dreams can hurt you if you put stock in their message; so can consciousness. Sometimes I want to be a passenger of the chaos, just long enough that I can bring that message into my consciousness to piece it together. Insight must be broken like the will of a bucking horse. In my sleep, the horse bucked me off before I could understand what it was supposed to mean. I can’t even remember my dreams; maybe that’s why I put so much stock in them. I accept the reason they don’t make sense. I wish I could say the same about consciousness.
What is it that I accept about dreams that I can’t accept about my consciousness? Dreams don’t require etiquette. Dreams are what happens when you love your ego without etiquette.
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120 – Cancer Culture
Cancer is a disease caused when cells divide uncontrollably and spread into surrounding tissues. Cancer is like a dream in that there is no etiquette, we are just passengers of chaos. Can you control chaos?
https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/understanding/what-is-cancer#:~:text=Cancer%20is%20a%20disease%20caused,are%20also%20called%20genetic%20changes.
*changes
The Definition of Cancer Cancer
Cancer Culture is a disease in which some of the rhetoric grows uncontrollably and spread to other parts of the population.
Cancer Culture can start almost anywhere in the society, which is made up of billions of ideologues. Normally, human irritability can grow and multiply (through a process called division) to form new ideas as the population needs them. When ideas grow feeble or become damaged, they die, and new ideas take their place.
Sometimes this orderly process breaks down, and abnormal or damaged ideas grow and multiply when they shouldn’t. These ideas may form ignorance, which are lumps of interbred rhetoric. Tumors can be cancerous or not cancerous (benign).
Cancerous rhetoric spread into, or invade, nearby populations and can travel to distant places within the psyche to form new rhetoric (a process called mass psychosis). Cancerous rhetoric may also be called malignant rhetoric. Many cancers form ideological tumors of the mind, exacerbated by ego.
Maybe cancer cells are just overly sensitive ideologues whose egos are too big to let go of their stupid ideas? I think cancer culture is the highest form of monotonal arrogance. Cancer culture serves to assimilate anything it does not recognize as itself. To be other than, is to be false. Cancer divides to grow. I think there’s a lesson in that. If rhetoric succeeds in dividing
https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/understanding/what-is-cancer#:~:text=Cancer%20is%20a%20disease%20caused,are%20also%20called%20genetic%20changes.
*changes
The Definition of Cancer Cancer
Cancer Culture is a disease in which some of the rhetoric grows uncontrollably and spread to other parts of the population.
Cancer Culture can start almost anywhere in the society, which is made up of billions of ideologues. Normally, human irritability can grow and multiply (through a process called division) to form new ideas as the population needs them. When ideas grow feeble or become damaged, they die, and new ideas take their place.
Sometimes this orderly process breaks down, and abnormal or damaged ideas grow and multiply when they shouldn’t. These ideas may form ignorance, which are lumps of interbred rhetoric. Tumors can be cancerous or not cancerous (benign).
Cancerous rhetoric spread into, or invade, nearby populations and can travel to distant places within the psyche to form new rhetoric (a process called mass psychosis). Cancerous rhetoric may also be called malignant rhetoric. Many cancers form ideological tumors of the mind, exacerbated by ego.
Maybe cancer cells are just overly sensitive ideologues whose egos are too big to let go of their stupid ideas? I think cancer culture is the highest form of monotonal arrogance. Cancer culture serves to assimilate anything it does not recognize as itself. To be other than, is to be false. Cancer divides to grow. I think there’s a lesson in that. If rhetoric succeeds in dividing
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people, to be other than, is to be false. You have the Liberal cancer, and you have the Conservative cancer. To be other than is to be false. Rhetoric is not airborne it’s earborne. Government creates or supports rhetoric that is in their interest. I’m not sure how government fits in the analogy but it’s certainly not the cure it could be. How do you cure cancer? Integrity. Or you cut the infected free before it overwhelms the population. Cancer succeeds because we lack integrity.
The state of being whole and undivided.
How do we do that? Take the blame. I covered this in my fourth manuscript. No one takes the blame. Imagine elections were won on the back of actual integrity. Elected politicians that are the first to own up to their mistakes (to yearn trust). Debates would be arguments about who takes the most blame. It’s probably no less toxic but at least it’s a full reverse course from disaster. Cancer culture cannot take the blame. There’s no integrity, which explains why it’s so easy to choose division as their weapon of choice. To be other than, is to be false in eyes who have no fucking integrity themselves. THAT’S Cancer Culture.
You have every right to wear a mask in a post mandate reality. Before I realized that, I would have judged those who made that decision unfairly. I would be wrong. I have learned from it. I am wiser for it. You don’t cure cancer; you starve it with integrity. Where’s that leader? You know an offensive joke is only funny if you laugh at it. If you must qualify your joke by saying “it’s just a joke,” it’s not funny. It may be a joke, but if the purpose of a joke is to offend people, don’t cancel the comedian. If rhetoric is earborne, walk away until it’s shushed by silence. In other words, accept the blame for not finding the humor in a joke that offends you.
Remember…don’t bring milk to a house party if you can’t accept the blame. What blame? Lighten the fuck UP, it’s just a joke. To be other than, is to accept differences divide those who lack integrity to accept the blame when it’s their fault they don’t belong. Cancer culture is the inability to find comfort in falling short. Use that motivation to address what you can control. When you achieve that, live with integrity and lead by example; not for celebrity, but for serenity. The placid humming of a heartbeat content. My dad has been in remission since the mid to late nineties; the body is a host, just like the country you espouse. Starve cancer with your God-damned integrity, then talk to me about what you control.
You can’t even admit it when you wrong, and you’re going to tell me you have integrity? Tells me all I need to know about the people you elect to an authoritarian regime. Control is cancer; you grow with division. Well, not you, of course, but this fixation on preserving conquest (at the expense) of the citizens you purport to understand; given the extensive research one studies within the confines of government broadcasting. Brilliant. You must enjoy the taste of sand, because all I can hear is your shit-lipped farts rip through the metropolitan like brown echoes. Cancer is a disease caused when cells divide uncontrollably and spread into surrounding tissues. Cancer is like a dream in that there is no etiquette; we are just passengers of chaos. Can you control chaos? Exactly. I just cured cancer.
The state of being whole and undivided.
How do we do that? Take the blame. I covered this in my fourth manuscript. No one takes the blame. Imagine elections were won on the back of actual integrity. Elected politicians that are the first to own up to their mistakes (to yearn trust). Debates would be arguments about who takes the most blame. It’s probably no less toxic but at least it’s a full reverse course from disaster. Cancer culture cannot take the blame. There’s no integrity, which explains why it’s so easy to choose division as their weapon of choice. To be other than, is to be false in eyes who have no fucking integrity themselves. THAT’S Cancer Culture.
You have every right to wear a mask in a post mandate reality. Before I realized that, I would have judged those who made that decision unfairly. I would be wrong. I have learned from it. I am wiser for it. You don’t cure cancer; you starve it with integrity. Where’s that leader? You know an offensive joke is only funny if you laugh at it. If you must qualify your joke by saying “it’s just a joke,” it’s not funny. It may be a joke, but if the purpose of a joke is to offend people, don’t cancel the comedian. If rhetoric is earborne, walk away until it’s shushed by silence. In other words, accept the blame for not finding the humor in a joke that offends you.
Remember…don’t bring milk to a house party if you can’t accept the blame. What blame? Lighten the fuck UP, it’s just a joke. To be other than, is to accept differences divide those who lack integrity to accept the blame when it’s their fault they don’t belong. Cancer culture is the inability to find comfort in falling short. Use that motivation to address what you can control. When you achieve that, live with integrity and lead by example; not for celebrity, but for serenity. The placid humming of a heartbeat content. My dad has been in remission since the mid to late nineties; the body is a host, just like the country you espouse. Starve cancer with your God-damned integrity, then talk to me about what you control.
You can’t even admit it when you wrong, and you’re going to tell me you have integrity? Tells me all I need to know about the people you elect to an authoritarian regime. Control is cancer; you grow with division. Well, not you, of course, but this fixation on preserving conquest (at the expense) of the citizens you purport to understand; given the extensive research one studies within the confines of government broadcasting. Brilliant. You must enjoy the taste of sand, because all I can hear is your shit-lipped farts rip through the metropolitan like brown echoes. Cancer is a disease caused when cells divide uncontrollably and spread into surrounding tissues. Cancer is like a dream in that there is no etiquette; we are just passengers of chaos. Can you control chaos? Exactly. I just cured cancer.
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121 – Fiction Is for Crazies
I’m starting to see why fiction is a disease. You believe in your fiction just like it’s fact. The timeline for reason fractures ahead of you having to consider parts of your personality require more attention and more access to your autonomy. I now believe that I’m in contact with “aliens” who call themselves Livists. I mean I’m starting to fracture. I think fiction is dangerous for me because I think that will cause another psychosis. How? Fiction requires access to your autonomy to give more attention and access. For what purpose? A message. An agenda. Propaganda. Without accountability, fact is fiction. No one holds fiction accountable for its role in mind control. Our own autonomy can be manipulated by fiction. I will believe I know the universe.
I think now, psychosis would not break new ground with me. It will simply travel forward down the path I carved these past seven years. In nonfiction, I was being honest about what I believe. In fiction, I am dishonest about my bias toward ideas that cannot be accounted for by reasonable people. That’s what a fiction writer must believe. I could adopt a fictional writing style to create content that can deliver a message. A prophet. I would like to make a film with a fictitious narrative, with the following message, “Good is Tinder.” No not the app, moron, the Firestarter. I take my objective self, then I am non-objective (within fiction) yet hold on to my objective ideas, now beliefs. I tell my beliefs, as if it was purely fiction, as I forget to remember there’s no such thing as “objective fiction.” Wait…actually there totally is. Game of Thrones was one example with the influence of banks had on who wins wars.
That’s “objective fiction.” I am in contact telepathically with aliens. That’s where I’m getting all my ideas from. I don’t believe this but…NO…I can’t lose myself to fiction. I’ll never get out again. It’s not worth the risks. I will create fictional content, but I will leave a disclaimer on every book I sell: “I do not believe my own fiction.” That’s an incredible talent, to write objective fiction yet never be seduced by your ego. See, guys? I’m fucking woke as shit. But I’m never consistently seduced by my ego. I am fallible, so it will happen unfortunately. This is the human experience, Dorcas. Sometimes I want to feel like what it means to be infinite. But that would only be a vacation. I vacation in my ego; I haven’t moved to Florida so to speak. I live in a place that has a range of seasons. It kicks your seduction with ego to the curb.
Dorcas I love you, Muse.
The Muse You must know that I only want your attention.
Dorcas You mean sex with me doesn’t matter to you?
The Muse That’s how I can stand life being a virgin.
Dorcas Who would you sleep with?
I think now, psychosis would not break new ground with me. It will simply travel forward down the path I carved these past seven years. In nonfiction, I was being honest about what I believe. In fiction, I am dishonest about my bias toward ideas that cannot be accounted for by reasonable people. That’s what a fiction writer must believe. I could adopt a fictional writing style to create content that can deliver a message. A prophet. I would like to make a film with a fictitious narrative, with the following message, “Good is Tinder.” No not the app, moron, the Firestarter. I take my objective self, then I am non-objective (within fiction) yet hold on to my objective ideas, now beliefs. I tell my beliefs, as if it was purely fiction, as I forget to remember there’s no such thing as “objective fiction.” Wait…actually there totally is. Game of Thrones was one example with the influence of banks had on who wins wars.
That’s “objective fiction.” I am in contact telepathically with aliens. That’s where I’m getting all my ideas from. I don’t believe this but…NO…I can’t lose myself to fiction. I’ll never get out again. It’s not worth the risks. I will create fictional content, but I will leave a disclaimer on every book I sell: “I do not believe my own fiction.” That’s an incredible talent, to write objective fiction yet never be seduced by your ego. See, guys? I’m fucking woke as shit. But I’m never consistently seduced by my ego. I am fallible, so it will happen unfortunately. This is the human experience, Dorcas. Sometimes I want to feel like what it means to be infinite. But that would only be a vacation. I vacation in my ego; I haven’t moved to Florida so to speak. I live in a place that has a range of seasons. It kicks your seduction with ego to the curb.
Dorcas I love you, Muse.
The Muse You must know that I only want your attention.
Dorcas You mean sex with me doesn’t matter to you?
The Muse That’s how I can stand life being a virgin.
Dorcas Who would you sleep with?
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The Muse An angel.
Dorcas If I ascend to bedlam, will you give me my other wing?
The Muse That’s up to you. You must remain a virgin forever. That’s what an angel does to be an angel.
Dorcas No…you don’t mean?
The Muse You must become a born-again virgin.
Dorcas Like you?
The Muse Do you know why people love fucking virgins?
Dorcas It’s the ultimate conquest.
The Muse So, you in?
Dorcas …the world needs to be ruled. That’s the misconception peasants have.
The Muse World economy is the Earth’s religion. It must be controlled, just like climate. Politics is where the wind blows.
Dorcas I’m sorry I led you on.
The Muse That’s okay, I understand.
Dorcas If I ascend to bedlam, will you give me my other wing?
The Muse That’s up to you. You must remain a virgin forever. That’s what an angel does to be an angel.
Dorcas No…you don’t mean?
The Muse You must become a born-again virgin.
Dorcas Like you?
The Muse Do you know why people love fucking virgins?
Dorcas It’s the ultimate conquest.
The Muse So, you in?
Dorcas …the world needs to be ruled. That’s the misconception peasants have.
The Muse World economy is the Earth’s religion. It must be controlled, just like climate. Politics is where the wind blows.
Dorcas I’m sorry I led you on.
The Muse That’s okay, I understand.
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122 – Baby Buyer’s Remorse
When my daughter was delivered, and we were relocated to the next room, I experienced what I called “baby buyer’s remorse.” Sounds bad, but it’s honest. It’s only then you realize life as you know it is over. The cushy comfy life of sleeping in, and no responsibilities are gone. I knew better the next time my wife wanted another baby. I became a born-again virgin. Not a lick of sex I was interested in. Why? The responsibility. Every day is a reminder how I fall short as a parent. You don’t have a right to feel sorry for yourself. You gotta put food on the table, and love in their heart. You can’t just keep them alive, because then what’s the difference between that and a respirator? If the respirator stops, the person dies not knowing love.
I’d rather outlive my children convinced they knew love than my kids out living me not doing so. Quality over quantity. I may live to be seventy, eighty, or ninety years old. If I can’t accept my responsibility as a father, my son will repeat my mistake. No, Zachary, there’s no baby buyer’s remorse anymore for you and your sister. But it’s real. It’s human. You have no idea the responsibility you inherit until it’s too late to change your mind. Of course, that doesn’t stop people from fucking now does it? I have one abortion on my record. At least now I can say when it comes to abortion, I’m not a hypocrite. I had to accept having a child with someone other than my wife was not a good idea.
I can live with myself. If that doesn’t sit well with you, good. Walk away, and don’t be startin’ no Cancer Culture after me. You have no right to remind me how I fall short without perfection. You feel me? Jesus is perfection. You don’t have to believe that because you have nothing to compare yourself to except retarded assholes who can’t keep their genitals in their pants. Sex is for making babies. It’s not worth the risk. A male’s virginity has no value. Why? You can’t prove a male is a virgin. I said this in my fourth manuscript. A woman’s virginity IS valuable because you CAN prove it. It also proves you are not raising someone else’s kid. Not sure women see the value in their own virginity because their fathers confirmed their remorse for having kids. Again and again and again.
You hear me, fucker? If you don’t have kids, don’t sweat it. My family is one of the lucky ones. Lord knows I’ve given my wife plenty of good excuses to quit me. But she’s an angel, and I’m a muse. I’m making up the rules as I go. But if they’re good rules, I stick to them. Baby buyer’s remorse is real, and don’t for a second doubt you can’t get over it. I did, and I’m petrified of babies. My pecker will never get wet again. Might as well cut it off and hang it over my fireplace. Between our legs is a jungle. As a father, I hunt peckers. What better way to scare off retarded assholes when I show them what I’ve done with my own penis, let alone theirs.
I’d rather outlive my children convinced they knew love than my kids out living me not doing so. Quality over quantity. I may live to be seventy, eighty, or ninety years old. If I can’t accept my responsibility as a father, my son will repeat my mistake. No, Zachary, there’s no baby buyer’s remorse anymore for you and your sister. But it’s real. It’s human. You have no idea the responsibility you inherit until it’s too late to change your mind. Of course, that doesn’t stop people from fucking now does it? I have one abortion on my record. At least now I can say when it comes to abortion, I’m not a hypocrite. I had to accept having a child with someone other than my wife was not a good idea.
I can live with myself. If that doesn’t sit well with you, good. Walk away, and don’t be startin’ no Cancer Culture after me. You have no right to remind me how I fall short without perfection. You feel me? Jesus is perfection. You don’t have to believe that because you have nothing to compare yourself to except retarded assholes who can’t keep their genitals in their pants. Sex is for making babies. It’s not worth the risk. A male’s virginity has no value. Why? You can’t prove a male is a virgin. I said this in my fourth manuscript. A woman’s virginity IS valuable because you CAN prove it. It also proves you are not raising someone else’s kid. Not sure women see the value in their own virginity because their fathers confirmed their remorse for having kids. Again and again and again.
You hear me, fucker? If you don’t have kids, don’t sweat it. My family is one of the lucky ones. Lord knows I’ve given my wife plenty of good excuses to quit me. But she’s an angel, and I’m a muse. I’m making up the rules as I go. But if they’re good rules, I stick to them. Baby buyer’s remorse is real, and don’t for a second doubt you can’t get over it. I did, and I’m petrified of babies. My pecker will never get wet again. Might as well cut it off and hang it over my fireplace. Between our legs is a jungle. As a father, I hunt peckers. What better way to scare off retarded assholes when I show them what I’ve done with my own penis, let alone theirs.
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