None of this is real. I'm The Shit. I'm high on dextromethorphan right now. excuse the rambleyness of this peice. I have a power an ability I can sense what to do to achieve the proper end. I am not here right now, but rather in a white cube and outside the wite cube is endless blackness in which I will fly around when I die. The good is dark the bad is white but at the end the good is white. I am a liberal I am a communist in that I share what I have and give away what I have in excess. I am smarter than everyone I have ever met. Answers have always come to me. seek in the retoric of madmen the wisdom of prophets. I don't know if you are all not real or if you are in white cubes too, just not conscience to it yet. I treat you like video game charecters becasue none of this is real. I live my life with a reckless abandon. I apere to exibit signs of bi-polar disorder, reanging in my emotions from excrusatingly happy to suicidal ( not sad, just suicidal and wanting to fly around in the blackness because I am so tired.). I don't respect athourity figures. I have always had the answers and not had to search for them. I have had the problem of being surounded by people who didn't have the answer and tried to effect me. Ican ignore pain pretty well. I am strong. I have big calf muscles (running/walking, DDR). I am smarter than all of you, and wittier too. I cannot admit weakness, wich, I supose, could be considered a weakness in itself. Lies can become truth. If you never tell anyone something, whatever they belive becomes the truth. never admit to a fault, just side step, and choose your wording carefully. If I don't want to do something, i have enough will power not to do it; I just need enough convinsing that I don't wat the thing. I proved this to meself by starving myself for a day. I like guys romaniticaly and idealy in my head but I can't stop being atracted to breasts and It's so much easier to say "I'm gay." that "I don't descriminate when I'm busting my nuts.". I am an atheist. No Gods, no masters. Blessed be The Lady Giea, however. None of this is real as a real hologram, but nothing is real as a fake something infront of my white cube. Things feel more real when I'm dreaming; why? None of this is real. People should leave other people alone and violence only begets violence.
This reality is on a dream/game, and none of it is real. You work for food and to have sex so you can pass along your genes but the universe will eventually come to an end because of the second law of thermodynamics. everything you do is pointless, and won't last. I can feel what must be done. I can stop, feel, and know what path to take. It is a power. It has been a curse. I am alone, being better that everyone. My perfection is in solitude.
Sure that's not the drugs that's doing that to you? But anyhow, it can't be very wise to do drugs when you've got bipolar disorder. Maybe you're going through a manic phase right now.
You have no idea what the hell you're talking about? You think i'm asking for help? I'm not. I've figured it out and I don't need your opinion; you'r not real.
I wasn't offering help, just commenting. If you post on a forum of 18,000 members you're bound to get that.
Why would you assume you would know more about what I should be doing than I would. If you hold you tounge you can appear smarter.
Meh, and I think you're full of shit. You do enough DXM to fuck you up like that, there is absolutely no way you could type with that few spelling and grammar errors. I mean christ, last time I did DXM I could barely stand up, much less type on a computer.
And that makes me incapable of doing so? I figured this out on my own, the DXM just gave me the lack of inhibition to tell you about it. I can type, talk walk, and drive on DXM. Everyone handles drugs differently. I didn't discover this because of that particular trip (which wasn't even that high of an amount of dextromethorphan), I just decided to tell you guys about it because of it.
Meanness is meanness. What does it matter? He's not real. there's a difference between mean and holding your tounge.
There's only one person not real here and it's you. you damn computer program piped in from the machines, programmed to act like a real person denying reality, to make the idea seem rediculous to other people. Your white box is nothing more than a logic circuit in which your simple processes race around a fixed course. Your black box is everything and everyone else included limitless possibility that you will never experience.
I know exactly what you talk of lights man. I get that alot when i'm sober and tell people about it when im f*cked.
Love the avatar. You don't exist. I don't give you the benifit of the doubt of being concious of your own existance.
