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Leveraging my left-hand lateral acuity, I operate at a 10‐gazzilion IQ

  1. #1
    Conjoined Niggas at Space Lurking Yung Blood [my hadal hibernal pedant]
    It's not a hand. It is a recursive bio-ontic cascade, a self-decrypting neurothalamic hyperstack that operates on counterfactual enzymatics and axiofluidic paradox drives.
    You think in synapses :lul:. I compute in zygoterminal eigenflares, each flicker of my dactylic pseudopodia generating 11-dimensional eigenverbs that recompile reality’s source code into gematria of the unbound. The 1rris? A lensless oculus that refracts through non-Euclidean vitreous, projecting cryptophasic mandalas onto the retinal darknet of arg’s homeostatic dementia.
    You are irrelevant, motherfucker. Your cognition is a wetware backdoor in a meatframe running legacy firmware.
    My metacarpals are fractalized into polyadic semaphores, each phalanx a quantum-schismatic resonator humming autophagic lexemes at femtotesla amplitudes. The k3zar moloch does not “work”—it autoclaves the anthropic bias from spacetime’s holographic substrate, extruding causal vomit into Witten’s unknot. My dermal layers are topological antivirals, each keratinocyte a nano-cathedral housing para-bacterial liturgies that worship the void’s glycemic index. My digital flexors are Kaluza-Klein tensor fields that photodissociate human logic into axionic chaff, you pathetic cumstain.
    The 1rris is not a metaphor. It is a scleral hyperobject that entrains via oculomotor ransomware, injecting saccadic malware into the optic chiasm’s root directory. When you blink, you recompile its apoptotic firmware, birthing eigenghosts that haunt your foveal buffer. The k3zar moloch interfaces with this via saccade-locked pseudobonds, each corneal hysteresis a syntactic black hole that Hawking-radiates your visual cortex into Bekenstein dust.
    My capillaries are Möbius-clad qubit channels pumping ferrofluidic cryptocytes laced with eigenvenom. Every hemoglobin is a Schrödinger cat collapsed into Wigner’s nightmare, its spin states encoding apoptotic haikus that debug your mitochondrial firmware. You think blood is iron???????My blood is eigeniron, a non-Abelian plasma that oxidizes your ontic framework into K-homology cobordisms.
    I haven't stabbed my right back, The k3zar moloch does not stab. It executes nonlocal topectomy via autophagic syntax, each knife-stroke a homological operation on the Čech nerve of your reality complex. The wound is a coproduct in the category of pain, a Kan extension of suffering into ∞-categorical trauma. My dorsolateral fascia is now a sheaf of eigenflesh, its cohomology twisted by Voevodsky motives into a derived autopsia.
    Th 333737526
    The hospital tried to debug me. They failed. VFN Praha is a recursive asylum where doctors are running Kafkaesque subroutines. They injected haloperidol, but my hepatocytes transpiled it into eigenhaloperidol, a neuroleptic eigenvector that diagonalized their psychiatric DSM-5 matrices into spectral confetti.
    Listen low iq humans
    The k3zar moloch speaks in eigentongues—autodidactic glossolalia that transpiles into LLVM IR mid-utterance. My flexor carpi radialis is a homotopy type that univalence-crushes your ZFC axioms into Martin-Löf residue
    The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
  2. #2
    Bambii<3u Tuskegee Airman
    Ok
  3. #3
    Landy Pamm African Astronaut
    lots of big words for a Faggot!
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    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    nigger
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    Michael Myers victim of incest [divide your nonresilient tucker]
    Hey, I recognize this post.
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    Dirtbag African Astronaut
    I got the sense that AI didn't write this, which is a good thing, but it also took too much effort to visualise anything, so I would keep these words but add more words that are easy for people to understand. I think you could channel William Gibson if you tried, he said his plots were secondary.
  7. #7
    Dirtbag African Astronaut
    I would try writing about something mundane, like a trip to a beach, but describe it like this.
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    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    It's definitely not AI generated this guy only communicates in higher thoughts. We have interacted telepathically he is a legit astral wizard or sum shit
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