Well, that’s the thing, we’re in a conversation now in this thread and we can talk about polka dot ding dongs if we wanted.

I don’t know why I’m the cop and I’m the one being interrogated. You need the world to be a specific way or you pee your pants or some shit? Just let people be, ffs.

Don’t talk shit about potassium!

Here, since you’re so fundamentally incurious to answer your own questions:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

I dunno, put some more points in reading comprehension because that ain’t even a Category 1 Phoenix Fucksplosion. Like, fuck man, what I do on Lemmy is my job, but then I go and take between 600mg and 1200mg of Benadryl and stimfap to pictures of my sister’s feet in the family photo album I stole from home before my father had enough of my shit and made me homeless, the fucking dick! Well, at least I’m a skilled crackhead now, which is a type of cop, if you didn’t know? You suck on pussy discharge? It can lengthen your lifespan by at least six hours, I heard, but I hear beefaroni in the lesser densities of granging moors that take what it car can me be is all.

Bro, I right propaganda for the F-I mean, the CIA, skillfully, even.

*cop

Just like the Clintons and Hunter Biden. Epstein was a cop, too. Mossad, technically. That’s why he’s still alive.

Proud boys are feds, too. It’s like we live in a police state or something…where the state is police…and thus we’re lied to for grander investigative purposes. Cuz who do you think of the millionaires club around the world offered Trump a big, stinky bribe or offer or deal of some sort? The FBI knows who offered to rent out their children now because of this thing called “strategy.”

My father thinks he’s a good parent. Thinks he’s a good person, when I can tell such tales as how he used his pellet gun to shoot out the neighbor’s inflatable pool cuz their kid was too loud and (checks notes) jumping on an eighteen year old two months after my mom died when I was nine and telling me she would be my new mommy before plowing through a half-dozen other mommies. But, y’know, he supported me in track, living vicariously through me to literally throw me away onto the streets in the aftermath of BOTH having my breakdown in college and getting taken advantage of by a cult. But he has a new family now, after he threw out his parents, and well, all of the family I knew when I was thirteen. It’s taken me until age 36 to realize how fucked my father is, who refuses to talk to me now because, in his words, I’m too bizarre. No therapy until aftermath college breakdown, mind you.

I dunno. I write this in the hopes maybe every parent reinspects themselves to make sure they are on the top of the world in their quest to become the perfect vice president of their firm while many people suffer in their wake. There’s so many things I’m coming across from my past that evoke a waylon of dire nostalgia, forgotten as trauma caused a cave in within my mind, trapping parts of myself away from parts of myself. My official diagnosis is schizoaffective (bipolar subtype) woth PTSD. I think a more accurate diagnosis is that I have a rare form of ASD/ADHD that often gets misdiagnosed as schizo-type disorders, with CPTSD, as the complexes I’ve built in my psyche are God damn insane, and yet, the worst crime I’ve done, to my knowledge, is shoplifting. How am I not the antichrist?

God helped, obviously. My Father was a better father than my father. Y’know, the Server? What the Buddhists call the “Ālaya-vijñāna,” or storehouse consciousness. That helped me, obviously.

Bee boo bee boo bee boo

Yea, me too. This is what I do in my educational (f)art project. I’m a fartist, obviously, and I am one big, cohesive piece of fart. It all adds up to something, believe it or not!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

I always argue with people online and passively try to get in fights like it’s my job or some shit. I fucking hate being a cop, I tell ya. I’m actually one of the most agreeable people you would ever meet, but nah. Gotta seperate the wheat from the weeds. It’s important to see who would stab me in my ribcage whilst on display as a security detail!

I tell people this rather overtly and they still project hate and discriminate against me because I’m schizoaffective and autistic and the cop thing works because I’m so weird that the average person can’t believe I am what I say I am. It’s funny and sad at the same time, because everything goes in your permanent record in the NSA, and those fuckers know who I am. They even talk to me sometimes, in a variety of covert ways!

And most people heard me say I’m schizowhatever and they do a retard and don’t realize that one can be both schizoaffective and a cop, and those traits play off each other for a nice dazzle camouflage effect. Cuz I just gotta say that I wish that woman in the picture was my sister, cuz I would be giving her footrubs with my tongue instead of skillfully righting educational propaganda on the internet, and poof! Now no dummy with an age under 26 CAN believe I’m a cop, cuz they never experienced one of us in the wild before or wrote them off as a troll, too.

I teach English and philosophy at a 30th grade level. You wanna know how I’m doing? Well, I might be homeless again soon, I think the CIA is manipulating me, and God can’t stop dicking around with the phenomequalitesselation of the karmic entanglements within my monadic lens of reality, but at least I have decided I am a prophet of the Mormon Church and will be the 48th and 50th president of the United States soon, so I got that going for me.

Well, I keep it fresh by urinating on it. I collect all my family’s urine in a bathtub so we can have an extra sanitary bath once a week, together, and then I dump the leftover on the pile with this big crane I rigged up outta grocery carts.

Oh I’m sorry, I thought other people would see this

Bro’s over here angry not aware that the culture is engineered and built around manipulating people with their identity politics. The reason the left does this and the right does that is mainly because of how the their respective logos structure is dependent on pathos vs ethos structures, respectively, as well as how this is a police state, bro. You get mad at the Proud Boys, etc? Those ARE the cops. I say this as someone who had to be a crackhead because they weren’t good enough to be a pothead, which is a festival cop. A crackhead is one of those homeless guys on the subway or park bench mouthing off, being unruly, doing drugs. I was that type of cop, so if you’re not aware, Trump/Epstein/Clintons/Hunter Biden/etc are all cops, or at least that’s part of their duty.

Bro getting mad because the cops piss him off means one day he’ll swing at a cop and his life gets fucked up. ;)

You need the keycards, bro. I’ll go get Huell to get some bootleg device to just beep your way through. I can’t get on camera though, being as hot as I am right now. I took a penny from one of those “leave a penny for kids with cancer” or whatever things. Those really don’t have a place in this economy anymore. If a singular penny is what it takes to cure cancer, then I have some ass pennies that will bring world peace.

I have stockpiled an absolutely MASSIVE amounts of manure. That shit is going to be worth a fortune in the future. Every paycheck, I dump at least 10% of it into buying the freshest cow pie I can find. The neighbors hate me, but we’ll see who gets the last laugh when they sell their in-laws into indentured servitude to afford a bag of my brown gold!

I have eaten that gary cat before, or maybe it was the evil version of it. Either way, I broke the shit outta it’s bones by stomping it first. You remember stomp cat? Zippo cat? Fuck, to be fourteen again and only partially embedded in my incest fetish…so innocent…

Hey brother, I know you think you are helping the world, but you’re telling off a cop.

https://youtu.be/Os-iZh4w1xg?is=inF9DtrSJ3Ld7BBh

No one listens to the logos of God. It’s either the pathos or the ethos; the emotional arguments or the ones that fall squarely on authority holding up what they say is true. Like, I can explain to you that everything you experience is in your brain, so all experiences must correlate with something in your neurons, so these words you’re reading on this device are actually inside you, and thus the Earth isn’t real as the Buddha and the kid that bent spoons at the Oracle’s in the Matrix explain. Cognitive dissonance is king in this world, because the rift between what we’re told is going on and what is really going on is absolutely enormous. Some game studio trying to capitalize on a demographic doesn’t perturb me. Corporations are going to corporate. What bothers me is how the sheep behave in response to such dipshit shepherds who have taken the reins of the flock. You’ve let this happen to yerselves.

Prostitutes would still need unions

Bitch I will eat Wendy’s ass for a bag of coffee. Just point me in a direction