Hi, totally not a fed here. Nope, actually (actually, actually) schizoaffective doodlebopper flanging around to manifest ideal outcomes for the coming shoe of God to come smush me for buying an energy drink tonight. Well, just like the aliens were telling me via psychic RWG/TRI interface (I stare at goats) to steal alcohol the other day, I did not but I did use the clear and apparent aberrations to send me through a secret passage in the topological matrix of my soul which is part of a great soul.
A kumquat said something about Amber alerts, which scares me for some reason. But, I just name some of the synchronicities I receive after fruit for counterintelligence purposes. Anonymous I be, I have much to regale the world with this totes, actually, I believe, state-sponsored propaganda.
Thus, when I was biking to the store - not for Benadryl for once in the last fifteen years, but for booze - a man threw a sandwich at me, letting me know I should go back home, BUT the thing about secret passage theory is that if you take a synchronicity (burning bush/white rabbit) to modify your trajectory but don't follow the literal word of God/Satan, that's when strange things happen.
God tells me to smoke weed. I have learned the most optimal outcome is neither to obey or disobey, but take that as a sign that I should write a poem, then smoke weed, because I ALWAYS manifest something really witty n shit, as I do what I be as I do when in SSS.
MKULTRA, amirite? But, because I shifted into a different parallel universe by buying the energy drink instead, that's when my life partner who might ALSO be my CIA handler took a swig of the toxic drink to make a comment about "candy beer" that let me know that he knew what I know what I do as it be a whole way to be fucked, and he did that to be able to defuck up my eternal slew of mistakes as a previous woman and now man again, sorta - cyborg is more accurate, and while I'm gay af, 9/10 times I would prefer to fuck a woman, ideally a really big one cuz they make nice wet meat smacking sounds during sex - and I don't just think, I know that the NAMBLA n NASA and all the Alphabitches at Microdick are spying on me, and that's cool, because I stopped doing multiple felonies on a daily basis six days ago, so I'm obviously in the clear. NO NOT METH! Just weed and occasionally DXM and riveting anal stimulation, obviously.
same tbh.