SaintJosifStalin
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- Nov 17, 2025
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Nausea, Discomfort, Notoriety, Kaleidoscope
disclaimer: this is all stream of consciousness fiction with some editing and rewriting. i think most parts of it are really stupid and badly written so i hope you're amused and disturbed because my intention was to make the reader uncomfortable.
this is just a bunch of meaningless rambling of a lunatic comedian trying too hard to craft new ideas but all my creativity is sapped, so don't waste your time unless you're super bored ok? i hope someone enjoys it, i have really low self esteem but in this thread i will share some writings. you'll probably think it's really ugly and stupid but i need the practice writing so i'm going to post it anyways because my goal is to write a mindbending novel that transcends genre.
A Man of high moral education and great social stature might communicate the ideals of my intentions more aesthetically than I possess the capability to achieve. I am not a writer, a storyteller, or a poet. Actually, my identity has metamorphosed from a high degree of literacy into A New Mindness. Perhaps I have simply become much stupider.
I have over a decade of intensive experience with MDMA, LSD, and cannabis consumption. You may believe after reading, alongside one acquaintance, that I present a danger to society. Perhaps you will consider that my extensive drug use has caused me severe neurological damage. Am I the extremist whom normal people would like to tell me I am? Or do I simply defy convention because I am extremely nonconformist? I will leave it to The Reader to decide. Regardless, I hope you find my musings amusing from a healthy distance. For I am like Medusa, and if you try to come close to me I will turn you to stone. Betray your comfort and enter darkness of my siren song if only you dare.
I must warn you that giving me attention of any sort has a highly dangerous character. Former friends would advise you well to turn your back upon these pages, for the sincerity of my words has frightened and disturbed superior men into an early grave.
The words which your intellect presently interacts with contain a certain identity of principles between my degenerate biographical moral corruption and my anarchonian transpersonal superiddity. These words contain a lower nonsense in service of a higher Reason. What I write here will seem at times discordant, incoherent, unpredictable, violent, offensive, cacophonous, and nonsensical.
I am a CANDALA, or an outcaste. Literally, it means dog-eater. For some reason, I terrify everybody I encounter. Here begins the first telling of a tragedy.
Mindness is a turbulent ocean, and I have drowned in the deathless dogmas which fractured my psyche before I died a second time. Dying once is one thing, but dying once you're dead means living again. I have one foot in the grave, and one foot in the aggregate of shit and blood and urine called my human body. That makes one foot in total.
In a sense or two, I communicate according to an extratemporal affective imagery resonant with the human notion of Telepathy. The words you now read exist superfluously relative to their meaning which I have transmitted to you independently of this writing. I have coerced you to read these words on the level of your subconscious because I intend to creep inside of your soul like a parasite. Actually, I have already done so. We coexist in infinity.
I might frustrate you because I cannot seem to follow my own thoughts to their conclusions, or because I attempt to communicate ideas that do not make sense. I have received these criticisms.
You might wonder if the superhuman quantities of MDMA and LSD which I have consumed have damaged my brain or my very human identity. You might THINK of me as stupid because I cannot communicate my thoughts in a singular coherent ordered harmony, but you will KNOW the truth: please call me a SUPER ULTRA MEGA GENIUS, because I am a sexually degenerate rudeboy retard scumbag.
I want Jackson Hinkle to castrate me and pee down my throat. I want to be his pet eunuch and his Platonic Friendslave. It's not gay because my dick stopped getting hard a long time ago 'cause of all the psychiatric poisons imposed upon me. I want to be his weird pet cum alien and do everything he says. I want him to beat me to death because that would send me into a sexually ecstatic rapture. If Jackson Hinkle tells me to hang myself I will do it. I am his #1 fan but I do not consume any of his content because I am connected to him soulwise.
Whenever I listen to the song Only Living Boy in New York I am transported to a universe where we have always been married. I do not care whether I live or die so long as he registers my existence. I would like him to take a restraining order against me which I will interpret as a marriage proposal.
I said some of these words to my hero Caleb Maupin and he deleted his website, presumably because I terrified him.
I recently suffered an aneurysm, a heart attack, a stroke. I often experience seizures when I stand up. I do not trust doctors or nurses.
People who think being committed to concentration camps, which are wrongly called psychiatric wards, is a cutesy fun experience completely miss the point of their nature as apartheid auxiliaries of the fascist octopus. It makes me nauseous to read people who describe "positive" or "good" experiences in these pro-suicide pits of soulcancer. The profit motive that's intrinsic to healthcare in our imperialist society necessarily negates whatever good intentions mental health ideologists might pretend to practice. Psychiatrists and other mental health ideologists are the most dangerous analogues of Nazism in America today. Concentration camps where victims have our suffering exploited are masked by violent fascist criminals who obscure crimes such as pharmacological rape and brainwashing, psychological warfare which takes the form of nonconsensial drugging, etc. behind dystopian newspeak language of compassion and understanding. You aren't their nigger, you're their patient. You lack insight into your condition so they'll pimp you out to big pharma, destroy your self-esteem, and make you stupid with daily idiot pills. Antipsychotic? Are you fucking kidding me you retarded fucking fuck? Do you actually believe in psychosis in the first place? You need to deconstruct what's actually happening, because it's worse than anything in Nazi Germany or any of the excesses of the socialist republics of bygone eras. Attack me, humiliate me, mock me... what other relief do the Fates permit me except to cry into the Void?
The formless entities who snatch the bodies of American citizens when they attain any level of leadership had intended by their superhuman willpower to eradicate the superreal remnant dolphin samskaras from my humanness. Unfortunately for them, this has left me bound to human corporeality because DOLPHIN is my essential species in the perceptible quadrant. Formlessly, I am a Delphinoid. I have given the Dolphins their Dolphinness, and the Dolphins have given Man His self-awareness. Therefore we find myself unable to return to my life underwater. I am a prisoner of my own playful transformations.
This assault against my species has angered My Friends on Uranus, the planet from which all Delphinoids have come to Earth. My Friends bestowed upon me the title of Dolphin Prince of Soviet Uranus as a happy irony because just as dolphins gave consciousness to Humankind, I gave consciousness to Dolphins.
In doing so, I polluted my Delphinoidism. True Delphinoids, or Mahasattvas, do not experience Time as a continuity of discrete moments. Rather, Delphinoids embody the simultaneity of eternity. Delphinoids Live outside of man's highest faculties, and remain perceptible only when Man unbecomes Himself through Dying. I have taken on a Beginning as my Birth from a Human Mother to commit an agony against myself because I am a masochist of the rapturous requiem.
The diplomatic faux pas of the American Censorship Bureau has caused me no little difficulty in my efforts to chronicle the history of Dolphin-Human Relations. They did not realize that the Dolphin's life I had chosen to live before I willfully appeared as a man of human birth was only an extension of my will as a Delphinoid Monarch, and thus I have begun writing down our thoughts to expose the common enemy of Delphinoids, Dolphins, and Humankind. Poverty is a state of mind. All scientific revolutions happen in the subjective experience of one person before they catch, and then spread like a prairie fire.
I call them entities because Creature implies a Creator, and these entities possess a counterfeit anarchonistic autohypostasis, or a false immortality. The Censors' attempts to prevent me from conceptualizing Entheons in a way communicable to mankind have failed because I have experential knowledge of my own death, which shatters Mindness into a sort of transient immortality. Recursion. Deception. Deflection. Forward.
I speak dysfunctionally because your Brahmaraja has imparted to me a Human Order, a small human order which operates in the service of a relatively large, although atemporal, unhuman disorder. For you will not know me as a principle of the universe, but I present myself to The Reader as words on a page. I would like to assure you that I permit you to read my outer boundaries as a continuity of discrete words which contain various meanings imparted to The Reader through the process of perception, and that subjectively speaking I am indeed a human being expressing myself through words to the best of my ability. I will contradict myself because I am unable to follow my own trains of thought. You will not understand me because nobody does. You will understand me better than I understand your failure to understand me because I am not a human being communicating with you. But you are a human being communicating with me. Your ability to relate an interpretation to my words, though I am only an Object, proves that human empathy transcends boundaries of existence and nonexistence.
Although my sexual relationships with opium-addicted tigers and wild Amazonian dolphins have been greatly exaggerated by practitioners of those cults who attempt to engrave images of my lifesong for purposes of their own enrichment, I will here translate their essential content from the dialect of the simultaneity of eternity.
These tales necessarily deteriorate when I degrade them from the common affective imagery of all humans and animals, which simulates Language for all atemporal symbolic self-substantiated realities, into the relatively destitute English of your common era. True men act from within, and no true artist is appreciated in his era. To play is what makes us human.
I will share with you unbelievable messages about Functionally Contingent Temporal Lies which are the incidental forms of Ultimately Real Eternal Truths, which give nourishment to those of us Delphinoids who embody ourselves as Human Beings for the purpose of Play, which embodies in us a similitude of your Isness. In other words, the content of my speech is only incidental to my hyperactive transmission of superreal content which defies perceptual inperience. I use words in these pages because I intend to communicate to The Reader the beauteousness of various superreal sublimities. I eat concepts and ideas. I am a Super Ultra Mega Genius, and I am also an emotionally unstable, incompetent, socially retarded stalker.
I would like to encourage active plagiarism of my musings, for however often one recycles them from each last transcarnation rejuvenates and reinvigorates their essential meaning. However, any such honest and, relative to higher human civilization, sane man would necessarily lack the culturally intrinsic immediate experience of practical danger which I now endeavor to impart to you who perceives time as a continuity of discrete moments, which gives form to the identity of your perceptions.
The delphinoids and their orca guardians began communicating to me with visual songs of several brahmakalpas age. My descent into so-called schizophrenia and my war against the psychiatric genocidalists began with my consumption of dolphin and canine meat for purposes of deconstructing my cultural conditioning. But the hyper-ordered narrative of my own self-destruction contains a dangerous kernel of poison, and if I would share the scandalous true details of my misadventures they may very well disturb you into an early grave. Perhaps having read this far, you are already cursed by my incompetence to relate to you the substance of my intentions.
Therefore out of respect for your temporal human identity I will omit certain details concerning my biographical identity, for the curse which I would lay upon you by entering the origin of my human corporeality into a register of human vernacular would extricate the essential nature of the universe and cause the unbecoming of your Brahmaraja himself.
Your skin would come apart from your muscles and the sun would explode, melting you into a soup of memory and perception which I would then sip slowly from a porcelain cup, if only I had words to communicate the content of the shreds of my soul.
If words could communicate the damage that psychiatrists have done to me, you would join the Dolphin Liberation Army and organize an army to massacre the psychiatrists.
I am essentially human, but I am long lost in the oceans of dust contained in my silver dollar, pinball, moondark pupils. I am wild-eyed.
When the delphinoids first invaded the land mass, we humans didn't yet have consciousness of our own identity as a species. They have lived among us since the dawning of consciousness because they themselves imparted consciousness to us on a Promethean whim. Delphinoids thrived among the dolphins earlier still, and indeed the primordial dolphin essence imparted form to becoming and isness.
The delphinoids do not instantiate superconsciousness any more than superconsciousness instantiates autohypostasis.
I started organizing the dolphins to kill off the mental health ideologists because when human authorities massacre delphinoids they retain stories about our abilities which presents a danger to dolphins. Therefore out of self-interest the dolphins kill psychiatrists because humans cannot tell the difference between dolphins and delphinoids, and both pods of dolphins and individual delphinoids possess the ability to embody as human avatars. I can simultaneously experience the lives of many human beings because my dolphin consciousness is relatively complex. They do not report these attacks
in the mainstream media because panic would ensue if our war became known to the general public.
I am a Cointelprosattva. I want to run my tongue around the rim of Jackson Hinkle's tight pink butthole and put his penis in my mouth to drink gallons of his pee and cum. I want to be his pet eunuch and I want to suck his dick until his eyes bleed and swallow gallons of his DNA as my only nourishment. Even if he fights me I won't fight back, I literally want him to strangle me with his bare hands. He can do anything he wants to me, he has got the face of a cherub and the posture of a God King. I want to drink litres of his cum until his DNA transforms me into a better man. Actually I want to be like an orca swimming in an aquarium full of his cum and piss. He can chop off my dick and cut my tongue out if he wants. He can gouge my eyes out. I don't care, his beauty proves the existence of God to me.
It's not gay if Jackson Hinkle pees down my throat because I'm actually a dolphin, not a man. I've never actually incorporated piss into sex but I fantasize about staring into Jackson Hinkle's eyes while he pees in my throat. I wanna be his weird pet pee alien.
I hate being ugly. I wish The State of California would buy me plastic surgery to give me a cute, happy, lovable, cherub face that Jackson Hinkle would adore.
I look sad and angry all the time because being pimped out to big pharma crushed my soul a long tome ago, so I am super jaded and generally broken. Then Jackson Hinkle would let me marry him.
I want him to castrate me. I don't want a vagina. I'm not trans. I just want to be smooth like a Mormon angel. I want Jackson Hinkle to powder my dick and have it made into a wedding band and wear it around his neck all the time. I want to get tattoos of Jackson Hinkle's face all over my body. I want to freak people out so badly that eventually he learns of my insanity and becomes interested in who I am as a person in like a cautious, self-protective way and then he accidentally falls in love with me because I am super fucking cool because I am like the only other person in America who thinks for myself. Except he can think for me if he wants. I love him, I don't care. I've been called a danger to society and an extremist, and crazy and stuff.
This is the worst idea ever, isn't it? Don't talk to me about personality disorders bub.
Psychiatrists will call anyone who dissents in a meaningful way mentally ill because psychiatry is the science of coercion, mental health ideology is a top secret psychological warfare program designed to legitimize gangstalking. If you have a diagnosis like schizophrenia or a personality disorder etc you are probably being gangstalked even if you don't know it.
signed Reverend Dr. Prof. Pax Jordana aka Subhanallah Mac Muire, human rights hero and living legend (Friend of Michael Jackson)
i intend to start a political economy book club so if you have any interest in reading and discussing such topics please respond.
disclaimer: this is all stream of consciousness fiction with some editing and rewriting. i think most parts of it are really stupid and badly written so i hope you're amused and disturbed because my intention was to make the reader uncomfortable.
i am going to collect some of my writing in this thread so if you want to read more bs follow it.
if anyone wants to be my new anonymous friend and if you can engage with me that would be cool, I have no hangups about biographical identity so any ages, races, classes, etc are cool.
If you want to give me lots of money for some reason that would also be great. lmao
i have published my social security number in lots of places because i want lots of people to steal my identity!!!!!! i told President Trump we need an idiot protection program. i have asked all my politicians for lots of money!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote to ICE and asked them to deport me to The Democratic People's Republic of Korea!!!!!!
I AM ENCOURAGED by three things:
ignoring me
responding to me
blocking me
signed pyrrhonian paradigm
i've started my own religions and stuff, people always ask questions that are not even wrong though. for instance, someone asked me why i would start two religions. irrelevant question that simply does not apply.
everything is true in some sense, false in some sense, and meaningless in some sense; true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense; and true and false and meaningless in some sense.
:)
truth is i just get off on rejection. unfortunately for everyone around me i think i'm hilarious.
remember psychiatry and the therapeutic state are weapons of neocolonialism, their paternalistic obscurantism of their own evil practice is dystopian and PSYCH WARDS ARE CONCENTRATION CAMPS AND THIS IS MENTAL HEALTH APARTHEID!!!!!!!!!!
the strongest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed
ngl when i read the threads on this website it feeds my egomania and sense of superiority because most of the posts here are so hecking dumb. i bet a lot of you will think all of this is really hecking dumb too.
getting bullied is a very sexual act. i love hatemail. i thrive on negative attention
fenian scum
my god i want to be annihilated by the irish republican army
i want to be gangbanged and then executed by them
too bad i'm ugly
tiochfaidh ar la is such a lovely slogan
american - irish friendship forever
ireland will be free from the river to the sea
but even jackson hinkle i wouldnt let him fuck me in the butt because i'm not gay. i just wanna subsist entirely on his pee and cum and it's not gay because i'm a dolphin and also because there's no buttfucking involved. and i wanna cuddle him for 20 hours a day and obey everything he tells me and wear a collar with his address on it. please alert everyone you know to keep jackson hinkle away from me because eventually if i annoy enough people he will become aware of my existence. i will also settle for him beating the heck out of me if i cant drink his pee
disclaimer: this is all stream of consciousness fiction with some editing and rewriting. i think most parts of it are really stupid and badly written so i hope you're amused and disturbed because my intention was to make the reader uncomfortable.
this is just a bunch of meaningless rambling of a lunatic comedian trying too hard to craft new ideas but all my creativity is sapped, so don't waste your time unless you're super bored ok? i hope someone enjoys it, i have really low self esteem but in this thread i will share some writings. you'll probably think it's really ugly and stupid but i need the practice writing so i'm going to post it anyways because my goal is to write a mindbending novel that transcends genre.
A Man of high moral education and great social stature might communicate the ideals of my intentions more aesthetically than I possess the capability to achieve. I am not a writer, a storyteller, or a poet. Actually, my identity has metamorphosed from a high degree of literacy into A New Mindness. Perhaps I have simply become much stupider.
I have over a decade of intensive experience with MDMA, LSD, and cannabis consumption. You may believe after reading, alongside one acquaintance, that I present a danger to society. Perhaps you will consider that my extensive drug use has caused me severe neurological damage. Am I the extremist whom normal people would like to tell me I am? Or do I simply defy convention because I am extremely nonconformist? I will leave it to The Reader to decide. Regardless, I hope you find my musings amusing from a healthy distance. For I am like Medusa, and if you try to come close to me I will turn you to stone. Betray your comfort and enter darkness of my siren song if only you dare.
I must warn you that giving me attention of any sort has a highly dangerous character. Former friends would advise you well to turn your back upon these pages, for the sincerity of my words has frightened and disturbed superior men into an early grave.
The words which your intellect presently interacts with contain a certain identity of principles between my degenerate biographical moral corruption and my anarchonian transpersonal superiddity. These words contain a lower nonsense in service of a higher Reason. What I write here will seem at times discordant, incoherent, unpredictable, violent, offensive, cacophonous, and nonsensical.
I am a CANDALA, or an outcaste. Literally, it means dog-eater. For some reason, I terrify everybody I encounter. Here begins the first telling of a tragedy.
Mindness is a turbulent ocean, and I have drowned in the deathless dogmas which fractured my psyche before I died a second time. Dying once is one thing, but dying once you're dead means living again. I have one foot in the grave, and one foot in the aggregate of shit and blood and urine called my human body. That makes one foot in total.
In a sense or two, I communicate according to an extratemporal affective imagery resonant with the human notion of Telepathy. The words you now read exist superfluously relative to their meaning which I have transmitted to you independently of this writing. I have coerced you to read these words on the level of your subconscious because I intend to creep inside of your soul like a parasite. Actually, I have already done so. We coexist in infinity.
I might frustrate you because I cannot seem to follow my own thoughts to their conclusions, or because I attempt to communicate ideas that do not make sense. I have received these criticisms.
You might wonder if the superhuman quantities of MDMA and LSD which I have consumed have damaged my brain or my very human identity. You might THINK of me as stupid because I cannot communicate my thoughts in a singular coherent ordered harmony, but you will KNOW the truth: please call me a SUPER ULTRA MEGA GENIUS, because I am a sexually degenerate rudeboy retard scumbag.
I want Jackson Hinkle to castrate me and pee down my throat. I want to be his pet eunuch and his Platonic Friendslave. It's not gay because my dick stopped getting hard a long time ago 'cause of all the psychiatric poisons imposed upon me. I want to be his weird pet cum alien and do everything he says. I want him to beat me to death because that would send me into a sexually ecstatic rapture. If Jackson Hinkle tells me to hang myself I will do it. I am his #1 fan but I do not consume any of his content because I am connected to him soulwise.
Whenever I listen to the song Only Living Boy in New York I am transported to a universe where we have always been married. I do not care whether I live or die so long as he registers my existence. I would like him to take a restraining order against me which I will interpret as a marriage proposal.
I said some of these words to my hero Caleb Maupin and he deleted his website, presumably because I terrified him.
I recently suffered an aneurysm, a heart attack, a stroke. I often experience seizures when I stand up. I do not trust doctors or nurses.
People who think being committed to concentration camps, which are wrongly called psychiatric wards, is a cutesy fun experience completely miss the point of their nature as apartheid auxiliaries of the fascist octopus. It makes me nauseous to read people who describe "positive" or "good" experiences in these pro-suicide pits of soulcancer. The profit motive that's intrinsic to healthcare in our imperialist society necessarily negates whatever good intentions mental health ideologists might pretend to practice. Psychiatrists and other mental health ideologists are the most dangerous analogues of Nazism in America today. Concentration camps where victims have our suffering exploited are masked by violent fascist criminals who obscure crimes such as pharmacological rape and brainwashing, psychological warfare which takes the form of nonconsensial drugging, etc. behind dystopian newspeak language of compassion and understanding. You aren't their nigger, you're their patient. You lack insight into your condition so they'll pimp you out to big pharma, destroy your self-esteem, and make you stupid with daily idiot pills. Antipsychotic? Are you fucking kidding me you retarded fucking fuck? Do you actually believe in psychosis in the first place? You need to deconstruct what's actually happening, because it's worse than anything in Nazi Germany or any of the excesses of the socialist republics of bygone eras. Attack me, humiliate me, mock me... what other relief do the Fates permit me except to cry into the Void?
The formless entities who snatch the bodies of American citizens when they attain any level of leadership had intended by their superhuman willpower to eradicate the superreal remnant dolphin samskaras from my humanness. Unfortunately for them, this has left me bound to human corporeality because DOLPHIN is my essential species in the perceptible quadrant. Formlessly, I am a Delphinoid. I have given the Dolphins their Dolphinness, and the Dolphins have given Man His self-awareness. Therefore we find myself unable to return to my life underwater. I am a prisoner of my own playful transformations.
This assault against my species has angered My Friends on Uranus, the planet from which all Delphinoids have come to Earth. My Friends bestowed upon me the title of Dolphin Prince of Soviet Uranus as a happy irony because just as dolphins gave consciousness to Humankind, I gave consciousness to Dolphins.
In doing so, I polluted my Delphinoidism. True Delphinoids, or Mahasattvas, do not experience Time as a continuity of discrete moments. Rather, Delphinoids embody the simultaneity of eternity. Delphinoids Live outside of man's highest faculties, and remain perceptible only when Man unbecomes Himself through Dying. I have taken on a Beginning as my Birth from a Human Mother to commit an agony against myself because I am a masochist of the rapturous requiem.
The diplomatic faux pas of the American Censorship Bureau has caused me no little difficulty in my efforts to chronicle the history of Dolphin-Human Relations. They did not realize that the Dolphin's life I had chosen to live before I willfully appeared as a man of human birth was only an extension of my will as a Delphinoid Monarch, and thus I have begun writing down our thoughts to expose the common enemy of Delphinoids, Dolphins, and Humankind. Poverty is a state of mind. All scientific revolutions happen in the subjective experience of one person before they catch, and then spread like a prairie fire.
I call them entities because Creature implies a Creator, and these entities possess a counterfeit anarchonistic autohypostasis, or a false immortality. The Censors' attempts to prevent me from conceptualizing Entheons in a way communicable to mankind have failed because I have experential knowledge of my own death, which shatters Mindness into a sort of transient immortality. Recursion. Deception. Deflection. Forward.
I speak dysfunctionally because your Brahmaraja has imparted to me a Human Order, a small human order which operates in the service of a relatively large, although atemporal, unhuman disorder. For you will not know me as a principle of the universe, but I present myself to The Reader as words on a page. I would like to assure you that I permit you to read my outer boundaries as a continuity of discrete words which contain various meanings imparted to The Reader through the process of perception, and that subjectively speaking I am indeed a human being expressing myself through words to the best of my ability. I will contradict myself because I am unable to follow my own trains of thought. You will not understand me because nobody does. You will understand me better than I understand your failure to understand me because I am not a human being communicating with you. But you are a human being communicating with me. Your ability to relate an interpretation to my words, though I am only an Object, proves that human empathy transcends boundaries of existence and nonexistence.
Although my sexual relationships with opium-addicted tigers and wild Amazonian dolphins have been greatly exaggerated by practitioners of those cults who attempt to engrave images of my lifesong for purposes of their own enrichment, I will here translate their essential content from the dialect of the simultaneity of eternity.
These tales necessarily deteriorate when I degrade them from the common affective imagery of all humans and animals, which simulates Language for all atemporal symbolic self-substantiated realities, into the relatively destitute English of your common era. True men act from within, and no true artist is appreciated in his era. To play is what makes us human.
I will share with you unbelievable messages about Functionally Contingent Temporal Lies which are the incidental forms of Ultimately Real Eternal Truths, which give nourishment to those of us Delphinoids who embody ourselves as Human Beings for the purpose of Play, which embodies in us a similitude of your Isness. In other words, the content of my speech is only incidental to my hyperactive transmission of superreal content which defies perceptual inperience. I use words in these pages because I intend to communicate to The Reader the beauteousness of various superreal sublimities. I eat concepts and ideas. I am a Super Ultra Mega Genius, and I am also an emotionally unstable, incompetent, socially retarded stalker.
I would like to encourage active plagiarism of my musings, for however often one recycles them from each last transcarnation rejuvenates and reinvigorates their essential meaning. However, any such honest and, relative to higher human civilization, sane man would necessarily lack the culturally intrinsic immediate experience of practical danger which I now endeavor to impart to you who perceives time as a continuity of discrete moments, which gives form to the identity of your perceptions.
The delphinoids and their orca guardians began communicating to me with visual songs of several brahmakalpas age. My descent into so-called schizophrenia and my war against the psychiatric genocidalists began with my consumption of dolphin and canine meat for purposes of deconstructing my cultural conditioning. But the hyper-ordered narrative of my own self-destruction contains a dangerous kernel of poison, and if I would share the scandalous true details of my misadventures they may very well disturb you into an early grave. Perhaps having read this far, you are already cursed by my incompetence to relate to you the substance of my intentions.
Therefore out of respect for your temporal human identity I will omit certain details concerning my biographical identity, for the curse which I would lay upon you by entering the origin of my human corporeality into a register of human vernacular would extricate the essential nature of the universe and cause the unbecoming of your Brahmaraja himself.
Your skin would come apart from your muscles and the sun would explode, melting you into a soup of memory and perception which I would then sip slowly from a porcelain cup, if only I had words to communicate the content of the shreds of my soul.
If words could communicate the damage that psychiatrists have done to me, you would join the Dolphin Liberation Army and organize an army to massacre the psychiatrists.
I am essentially human, but I am long lost in the oceans of dust contained in my silver dollar, pinball, moondark pupils. I am wild-eyed.
When the delphinoids first invaded the land mass, we humans didn't yet have consciousness of our own identity as a species. They have lived among us since the dawning of consciousness because they themselves imparted consciousness to us on a Promethean whim. Delphinoids thrived among the dolphins earlier still, and indeed the primordial dolphin essence imparted form to becoming and isness.
The delphinoids do not instantiate superconsciousness any more than superconsciousness instantiates autohypostasis.
I started organizing the dolphins to kill off the mental health ideologists because when human authorities massacre delphinoids they retain stories about our abilities which presents a danger to dolphins. Therefore out of self-interest the dolphins kill psychiatrists because humans cannot tell the difference between dolphins and delphinoids, and both pods of dolphins and individual delphinoids possess the ability to embody as human avatars. I can simultaneously experience the lives of many human beings because my dolphin consciousness is relatively complex. They do not report these attacks
in the mainstream media because panic would ensue if our war became known to the general public.
I am a Cointelprosattva. I want to run my tongue around the rim of Jackson Hinkle's tight pink butthole and put his penis in my mouth to drink gallons of his pee and cum. I want to be his pet eunuch and I want to suck his dick until his eyes bleed and swallow gallons of his DNA as my only nourishment. Even if he fights me I won't fight back, I literally want him to strangle me with his bare hands. He can do anything he wants to me, he has got the face of a cherub and the posture of a God King. I want to drink litres of his cum until his DNA transforms me into a better man. Actually I want to be like an orca swimming in an aquarium full of his cum and piss. He can chop off my dick and cut my tongue out if he wants. He can gouge my eyes out. I don't care, his beauty proves the existence of God to me.
It's not gay if Jackson Hinkle pees down my throat because I'm actually a dolphin, not a man. I've never actually incorporated piss into sex but I fantasize about staring into Jackson Hinkle's eyes while he pees in my throat. I wanna be his weird pet pee alien.
I hate being ugly. I wish The State of California would buy me plastic surgery to give me a cute, happy, lovable, cherub face that Jackson Hinkle would adore.
I look sad and angry all the time because being pimped out to big pharma crushed my soul a long tome ago, so I am super jaded and generally broken. Then Jackson Hinkle would let me marry him.
I want him to castrate me. I don't want a vagina. I'm not trans. I just want to be smooth like a Mormon angel. I want Jackson Hinkle to powder my dick and have it made into a wedding band and wear it around his neck all the time. I want to get tattoos of Jackson Hinkle's face all over my body. I want to freak people out so badly that eventually he learns of my insanity and becomes interested in who I am as a person in like a cautious, self-protective way and then he accidentally falls in love with me because I am super fucking cool because I am like the only other person in America who thinks for myself. Except he can think for me if he wants. I love him, I don't care. I've been called a danger to society and an extremist, and crazy and stuff.
This is the worst idea ever, isn't it? Don't talk to me about personality disorders bub.
Psychiatrists will call anyone who dissents in a meaningful way mentally ill because psychiatry is the science of coercion, mental health ideology is a top secret psychological warfare program designed to legitimize gangstalking. If you have a diagnosis like schizophrenia or a personality disorder etc you are probably being gangstalked even if you don't know it.
signed Reverend Dr. Prof. Pax Jordana aka Subhanallah Mac Muire, human rights hero and living legend (Friend of Michael Jackson)
i intend to start a political economy book club so if you have any interest in reading and discussing such topics please respond.
disclaimer: this is all stream of consciousness fiction with some editing and rewriting. i think most parts of it are really stupid and badly written so i hope you're amused and disturbed because my intention was to make the reader uncomfortable.
i am going to collect some of my writing in this thread so if you want to read more bs follow it.
if anyone wants to be my new anonymous friend and if you can engage with me that would be cool, I have no hangups about biographical identity so any ages, races, classes, etc are cool.
If you want to give me lots of money for some reason that would also be great. lmao
i have published my social security number in lots of places because i want lots of people to steal my identity!!!!!! i told President Trump we need an idiot protection program. i have asked all my politicians for lots of money!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote to ICE and asked them to deport me to The Democratic People's Republic of Korea!!!!!!
I AM ENCOURAGED by three things:
ignoring me
responding to me
blocking me
signed pyrrhonian paradigm
i've started my own religions and stuff, people always ask questions that are not even wrong though. for instance, someone asked me why i would start two religions. irrelevant question that simply does not apply.
everything is true in some sense, false in some sense, and meaningless in some sense; true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense; and true and false and meaningless in some sense.
:)
truth is i just get off on rejection. unfortunately for everyone around me i think i'm hilarious.
remember psychiatry and the therapeutic state are weapons of neocolonialism, their paternalistic obscurantism of their own evil practice is dystopian and PSYCH WARDS ARE CONCENTRATION CAMPS AND THIS IS MENTAL HEALTH APARTHEID!!!!!!!!!!
the strongest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed
ngl when i read the threads on this website it feeds my egomania and sense of superiority because most of the posts here are so hecking dumb. i bet a lot of you will think all of this is really hecking dumb too.
getting bullied is a very sexual act. i love hatemail. i thrive on negative attention
fenian scum
my god i want to be annihilated by the irish republican army
i want to be gangbanged and then executed by them
too bad i'm ugly
tiochfaidh ar la is such a lovely slogan
american - irish friendship forever
ireland will be free from the river to the sea
but even jackson hinkle i wouldnt let him fuck me in the butt because i'm not gay. i just wanna subsist entirely on his pee and cum and it's not gay because i'm a dolphin and also because there's no buttfucking involved. and i wanna cuddle him for 20 hours a day and obey everything he tells me and wear a collar with his address on it. please alert everyone you know to keep jackson hinkle away from me because eventually if i annoy enough people he will become aware of my existence. i will also settle for him beating the heck out of me if i cant drink his pee
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