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2016-07-06 at 3:39 PM UTC
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2016-07-06 at 6:59 PM UTCHe was my favorite assburger
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2016-07-06 at 8:10 PM UTC^if you notice on the fourth picture on his op he has a smiley face on his knee
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2016-07-16 at 3:54 PM UTCsee all y'all in a month
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2016-07-16 at 4:03 PM UTCShhhh... You're a ghost.
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2016-07-16 at 5:04 PM UTC
see all y'all in a month
Have fun, pookie. Don't forget to hide nutmeg and dollar store cold medicine up your ass before they lock you up. -
2016-07-17 at 10:05 AM UTCholy shit that was retarded. I think I lost as many brain cells watching those videos as you did creating them.
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2016-07-17 at 7:22 PM UTC
see all y'all in a month
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2016-08-16 at 12:03 AM UTC+I am the reptile king.
I spent one day in an emergency room, 10 days high as fuck in the crisis center, and 28 days medicated as fuck in the inpatient rehab unit.
When I was in the crisis center I met a guy with morphinsploo and when on a permafry where he says "Do you know what they call the 1920's bars?" and I said "I think a keepsake", then I looked it up and realized it was a speakeasy, then I remembered he said "it looks like freddy krueger's boiler room in here". I realized his name was Jason, then I made the Freddy Vs Jason connection, then I realized he has BundyBrow, then I realized the two words keepsake and speakeasy associated to describe institutional interpersonal manipulation, he was wearing an orange shirt, I realized that meant he had the aura of a traffic cone. I put on my black and white overlapping plaid shirt, with the black and white representing the 1s and 0s of my IQ pussles, and the grey overlap area representing an alternative to a two modal binary truth table TF such as the tertiary TIF truth table. We discussed the potential nootropic properties of psych meds, talked about drawing out mathematical objects, created games with rules based on variables in pieces of other board games, answered philosphy's unanswered questions because I'm edgy like that, and decided IQ pussle loqikzz is the universal alien language interpredatory code. There was some discussion of P, CP, annd PCP as well. He smoked cig butts off the floor just as I.
In the 28 day program I had a roommate who withdrew from heroin so hard that he hallucinated snakes, and another roommate who got raped as a child and ripped out cat hearts and ate them. It just so happened that I was cooler than both of them. I drew sacred geometry for starter fluid consciousness fractals, drew a deep physical to metaphysical spectrum graph defined by bundy plateaus, started listing every logical concept in existence (there are 3), drew another grand logic system in my mania. I was prescribed gabapentin, depakote, remeron, zoloft, buspar, atarax, nicotine patches, and subutex (cause I pissed positive for opiates from when I broke into my neighbors house), and would scream gibberesh at people, roll around on the floor, jerk off to unspeakable mental imagery, and speak in tongues. It was pretty kewl. I discovered that Satan is actually GRAND BUG who is actually named RAJ, and I channel his antimatter desires. I spread thought viruses through my psychotic echoes, entity drawings, and erratic behaviors. Multiple people had gay crushes on me, but can you really blame them? I had a roommate who possibly got his dick suck by snooki, a guy who might of raped a swan in a K2 blackout, a spergoid who signed his name in my notebook as Traviss with two S's s's ss, snakes spaceships, precisely because he was gay4me. My dad bought me a bunch of toys of the rubixs variety so I wouldn't get bored, I chewed nicotine gum with a nicotine patch on to get a buzzz and kool nightmares, I had out of body experiences of pure pleasure visualizing cheetos atom by atom in every dimension. I realized that the universe is a fractal in the sense of our universe being a particle proton/neutron/electron/etc and not simply a sploofractal of consciousness, it is a wave/particle duality. My first experience with starting fluid made me realize consciousness is a fractal and my second experience made me realize that this realization is useless simply because of the fact that everything in the universeparticle will go exactly as planned whether we are aware of it or not, conscioussness is excess energy from self-contained representations known as neurons. There was another guy who knew about bundy but only talked about bundy and was extremely dissociated and thus boring to be around.
It turns out my referral was to a 3/4 house, basically a frathouse with 3 times a week treatment, and I'm actually trying to stay sober this time around, or else I'll get kicked out. In the end, it (possibly) actually benefited me to break into my neighbors house, because I now live independently, under my dad's pay, and will go to college from here. Spock logic for sure. But it's a battle every day not to get high, but I will try my best to make it.
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2016-08-16 at 12:22 AM UTCI am.by far the most influential person in your life. I showed you the fractal and lead you over the path of the triangle to RAJ. The ultimate anti-deity. The non dimension.
Keep in mind that the blood of the inoccent is weak and dirty. You have to draw from the darkest pits to make a true sacrifice.
The darkest pit is you. RAJ will not be fooled.
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2016-08-16 at 1:05 AM UTC...and here I was, hoping that you were dead. I knew in my heart it was too good to be true.
The day you finally accidentally/intentionally overdose and die will be a grand day for all. I have a better idea- when you get kicked out of this halfway house bullshit, and you end up back home with your mom and dad, why not hide under their car before they leave for work/running errands, placing your head under the drivers side tire, so when they go to work and put the car in reverse and they stop to see wtf they ran over (first thinking its a stray cat, I'd assume), they'd get out and OMG... Can you imagine the look on their face when they realize they just ran over their drug addicted, delusional, violent, abusive, mentally ill son? Any tears shed will be tears of joy and relief that the parasitic waste of life they created is FINALLY GONE FOR GOOD! That is the one single act you could do that would make your parents soooo fucking proud of you.
See, I'm sure they already foresee you dying, just they know that you dying is probably going to be in their house, which they know will probably mean at least two rooms splattered floor to ceiling with blood and vomit, carpets, draps and most likely several valuable possessions destroyed prior to you finally subcoming to your own wrecked mental health... This way, if you gift them this exit method, all they have to do is use a power washer to get the blood stains and stuck on brain matter off of their drive way pavement.
Best of luck, sploo. Hope you keep in mind (if you have enough brain cells left to retain this thought after all your inhailent abuse) this lovely idea that would lead to the betterment of your family, neighborhood, and ultimately the world.
Oh and I wanted to ask you a few questions: are you an only child? Were you diagnosed as a child with developmental disabilities or show signs of not being on par with other kids your age? When did you start acting out to the point your family became concerned? Do your parents have mental disabilities? (I've always seen them as being autistic retard cousins who accidentally had a baby, but that's just what I've imagined). Are they related closely? What level of education did they complete? Just curious about what made you, you. You should give us all a nice laid out back story from the early years of your life. -
2016-08-16 at 1:18 AM UTCThe moment sploo dies he will possess your son. Become your son. He will immediatly vore down that little soul of your boy and infest him.
The pact can't be broken as long as the seal is complete and as long as I stay the keeper there is no chance of it ever being broken.
Be careful what you wish for. -
2016-08-16 at 1:27 AM UTC
…and here I was, hoping that you were dead. I knew in my heart it was too good to be true.
The day you finally accidentally/intentionally overdose and die will be a grand day for all. I have a better idea- when you get kicked out of this halfway house bullshit, and you end up back home with your mom and dad, why not hide under their car before they leave for work/running errands, placing your head under the drivers side tire, so when they go to work and put the car in reverse and they stop to see wtf they ran over (first thinking its a stray cat, I'd assume), they'd get out and OMG… Can you imagine the look on their face when they realize they just ran over their drug addicted, delusional, violent, abusive, mentally ill son? Any tears shed will be tears of joy and relief that the parasitic waste of life they created is FINALLY GONE FOR GOOD! That is the one single act you could do that would make your parents soooo fucking proud of you.
See, I'm sure they already foresee you dying, just they know that you dying is probably going to be in their house, which they know will probably mean at least two rooms splattered floor to ceiling with blood and vomit, carpets, draps and most likely several valuable possessions destroyed prior to you finally subcoming to your own wrecked mental health… This way, if you gift them this exit method, all they have to do is use a power washer to get the blood stains and stuck on brain matter off of their drive way pavement.
Best of luck, sploo. Hope you keep in mind (if you have enough brain cells left to retain this thought after all your inhailent abuse) this lovely idea that would lead to the betterment of your family, neighborhood, and ultimately the world.
Oh and I wanted to ask you a few questions: are you an only child? Were you diagnosed as a child with developmental disabilities or show signs of not being on par with other kids your age? When did you start acting out to the point your family became concerned? Do your parents have mental disabilities? (I've always seen them as being autistic retard cousins who accidentally had a baby, but that's just what I've imagined). Are they related closely? What level of education did they complete? Just curious about what made you, you. You should give us all a nice laid out back story from the early years of your life.
`The second I got out I put on my jam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Eeck0gSY6s
When I was one I would bite my moms tits after she breastfed me and 20 years later I do the same thing. My parents had me go to a therapist the first time I got hospitalized for being catatonic on bundy (13), I was actually forced to go into counseling at 14 after poking an asian girl with a pencil because I wanted to fugg her, and from there on I doctorshopped xanax. My parents are both black, which is a serious disability, and all blacks are the same person. They completed 1st grade before they forged their GED with purple crayon on a brown paper bag. I did many rapes as a child. More than I can count on my four hands. -
2016-08-16 at 1:49 AM UTCThat first track was fuckin' dope son. We should fuckin jam some time.
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2016-08-16 at 2:26 AM UTCOh noes a ghost !
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2016-08-16 at 3:11 AM UTCwhats up sploo, long time no see.
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2016-08-16 at 4:13 AM UTCWell, duh... It's not rocket science to figure out you come from nigger stock.
You mention being sent to therapist for being catatonic on bundy at 13. When was your first experimentation with drugs? I'm assuming inhalents and OTC drugs being the first you tried, correct me if I am wrong. What was your reasoning back then for beginning to experiement? Throughout your childhood were you put on any medications? Did you have any surgeries as a child? What sort of home did you grow up in? I am guessing a yuppie upper middle class home with parents who were very lax and making excuses for your behavior early on as being 'special' and insisting that you were a 'gifted' child which fed your narcissistic attitude. I imagine you got away with all sorts of shit growing up. Did you always behave like you do now or was this something that just snapped in you as you reached puberty?
I'm very curious to know... When you answer questions you seem very distracted and deceptive in your responses. Lastly, I want to ask... Are you happy with the way your teenage years progressed and where you are in life now? What do you see yourself amounting to in the future? -
2016-08-17 at 12:33 AM UTCo well i am hopeing to die soon
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2016-08-17 at 1:47 AM UTCIf you chug coffee it feels exactly like meth.
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2016-08-17 at 2:43 AM UTC
