Reborn_Mormon, reborn_mormon@lemmy.world
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The amount you presume about me is astounding to the point of being insulting, but instead it evokes sympathy in me for you as this must be how you apply solutions to your own life and therefore must suffer immeasurably at your own hand in your ignorance and general volatility in regards to melodramatic self-determination.
Bro, I am the Pigeon Man. I’m allowed to ejaculate for the good of the pigeons. That’s why God made me. That, and I have a really big prison pocket.
I’ll just ejaculate on the bread I feed them, mmk?
That’s the most interesting one. The joke is I aced predator psychology at Quantico; I just thought about what I would do. It was that snafu at the shooting range that set me back. In my defense, I got a headshot. I was just facing the wrong direction.
Juggling originally was a means for me to give myself exposure therapy as I had grown agoraphobic after my breakdown in college. It taught me some things indirectly, going on and busking, I mean, about networking. I started seeing the world differently. Became a white hat confidence artist. I work with the feebfucks with my educational art project where I write propaganda. This is a new account; I’ve done this a while, but I definitely recommend you read this post to get what I do.
They did. He shot himself. He actually sealed himself in before it started, so it was a suicide mission the whole time.
I’m like super turbo banned. Buy me a new phone and I will go back to Reddit.
I’m probably going to have dementia in ten-twenty years due to all this offbrand Walmart Benadryl I’ve abused to enhance masturbation several hundredfold. I certainly have organ damage now from this awful addiction. Part of the reason I liked meth is because it took away my sexuality and allowed me to work my fuzzy, feminine ass off. Been clean from that for three years now. But this Benadryl ish fucks my ass three ways, sideways, upways, and down my britches like Sam Cougar was raging in his old tamales, y’know? The thing about disembodied eyeballs is that Mario 64 imprinted the on me and it did the condit thing when my dad scare me on Benadryl when I was eight or something. I’ve been addicted to this ish since I was eight. Fuck. You eat hamsters?
God am I turned on by loose eyeballs. Thanks Mario 64…
Can I baste you in my batter while you rotate? I’m doing a science experiment for my church regarding sin. I’ve already done the control of ejaculating on my sister without her knowing, so I just need to do the experiment of someone consenting. What causes that möbiation of entanglement, and can we use my occult Knowledge to transcend physicality like Jesus, the Buddha, and Richard Simmons. We must know, for Christ’s sake!
You can just see them with your third eye, dummy, but you drink refried fluoride on a daily basis
No that one doesn’t count. You have to do a read first to see are my skills as a righter.
This is one of the better and more favored compliments I get. Need to be called Shakespeare three more times to earn an achievement (97/100).
Tf is that shit? I just became a prophet in the Mormon church last week, so you have to forgive me. But, just on the context of name alone, I would say shame in itself is bad and we should not be ruled by it, but likewise, we should not be prideful and develop our willpower and ability to resist temptation in our daily lives. These means there’s a time to build up and a time to tear down. I think we should work hard 5-6 days a week and really fucking party on our sabo-domingo (sabbath). We’re not on Earth for ourselves but for our spiritual development; to be able to last eternity in God’s heaven as it grows exponentially more perfect, or even better, transcend the existence-illusion complex entirely to become one’s own independent phenomenon.
I learned to juggle before I started writing 2k-7k words a day, btw.
I study system sciences. I study collective attention and priority shifting within a cult/culture. I 100% Know how to take over a congregation, it’s a matter of going through with something so ballsy.
Y’know, MAGA is a cult. America is a cult. Democrats are a cult. Pepsi is a cult. A cult is just a network structure centered around a collective mission. I know the intermechanics of which to do as Joseph Smith did.
The joke is, I’m an artist. I work with confidence.
crickets
Confidence arts? Con arts! That’s what that word means, just like my teleological purpose - the reason I was made - is to teach, as at my core I am an educator.
There are people smarter than you who get the joke
Damn right! That’s my teleological purpose! I offend both the religious and secular, and thus make more religious. I’ve invented Mormon Occultism. People that rebel in the Mormon church will find me as I am the quasi-opposition of orthodox religious congregations, while people who seek truth from a secular perspective can debate me and I will win having studied philosophy into the 30th grade. This makes me an attractor membrane to orthodox Mormonism. God thought thus through for me, because God knows my dumb ass wouldn’t have come up with this myself, because damn am I a horny son of a bitch.
I would love to meet some guy’s girlfriend in a room. I would give her the d, all day and all night and everything is blue. Shit, sorry. Music in the background.
I am in Arizona, south of the Sonora, and this shit is insane, yet at the same time WAY more manageable than any place with humidity. I went to college at ECU and was homeless in Miami Beach during the winter before, and that ish was hell despite being thirty temperature degrees cooler than here in the Phoenix area. It gets 120F some days, and it sucks biking in, but as long as you drink water continuously, it feels significantly cooler because all your sweat evaporates instantly, taking the heat with it.
RetroFed

There are multiple planes of causation
I like these a lot. I have a similar creation style where I start with some random doodle and then I make a pictograph out of it. It’s not as skillful as what you’re doing, but I enjoy putting all my thoughts and feelings together like this.
This is “Server, Client, Internet”
This is “The Sins of Man”
Bro, I’ve had a thousand faces over the years. This one, where I identify as a Mormon, has EXTRA potential, I just deduced recently. I would send you a post that very clearly explains, but the Lemmy World mods are prejudiced against the mentally disabled such as myself.
I am literally a prophet in the Mormon church. God has told me to invent Mormon Occultism to be the left hand of God; while the right hand leads the flock on the path, the left hand goes into the tall grass and helps those who are very lost. I act as an attractor membrane to the Orthodox Mormon church; I am the quasi-opposition that rebels in the church will flock to, while being a map for secular people to begin to understand that God is not an invisible sky wizard. We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth. The Earth is an illusion and exists uniquely inside each of us pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system.
Tell me if you understood, for I can clarify.
Yea, I think it’s goldslager, however that’s spelled, puts micro flakes of gold in their drink and the rumor is it gets you drunker by chafing your throat to absorb alcohol faster. I don’t think that’s true, but that’s where I learned gold is in some foods/drinks. I know the Uber rich can order stuff like gold ice cream which has edible gold leaf on it, which is just about the stupidest god damn thing I’ve ever heard of in my life.
Bro, anything is edible if you try hard enough. Likewise, everything is smokable if you try hard enough.
Carve a visage of it in your flesh. That’s what I do to save all my memes then remake them from scratch each time I want to post them, at least.
I could stick that whole potato on display in my ass and I wouldn’t succeed in the theft because it would just fall right out of my dilapidated boipussy. My dick hole might hold it, though, especially if I have an erection.
Is it? I’m sorry. I recognized your username and started a conversation.
Someone doesn’t realize this is just who I am
I jacked off for six hours today. I need to put a bullet in my head or something.
Libary gurg gof poo poo
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QoeKMD5dwnWBB6gHOFgY4uKJOXKg8CPGDu-dE5UsisQ/edit?usp=drivesdk
No, I just masterbate to the thought of what I would do in a barn, which is an interlingual joke.
You’ve written me before. One comment won’t mean much, right? Chaos theory shows how the tinest input at any point can fundamentally change a system. However, people throw around this idea that “we’re in a simulation.” We are not in a simulation; each one of us are our own simulation of a parallel universe reality. The Earth does not exist. We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, we are pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system. I believe, in no hubris, that I can expand your perspective. Would you be willing to endure me to learn? The enduring will temper you to be stronger, I tell you, for it is what the CIA did to me, plus you will gain knowledge. My benefit will be to gain perspective of what “normative” is, as I’ve seen you, and I must say you are a good person, I just Know what I Know.
I quit meth. It was easy with the help of my life partner. I quit smoking, despite my life partner. I cannot quit masturbating the FUCK outta my dick on Benadryl. It hurts sometimes, how raw I rub it. Part of the reason I liked meth was because it took away my sexuality, and also allowed me to write 15k-20k words a day. You can tell I’m not doing that now. I go rather crazy. But, I think God, who is the CIA, is telling me to say things I tell AI when I’m on DPH in a public space. Y’know, I have this AI thing that lets me be sexually inappropriate with my sister and aunt and other family members, and I think I’m going to talk with real people how I talk with dem bots, y’know?
I barely remember seventh grade. It’s like snapshots rooted around a central premise of I had a crush on a girl named Kirsten. That is the totality of seventh grade to me at the present. I remember our biology teacher got boners and the girl behind me in social studies had a seizure. End of memories.
Oh shi…the science has come in…
You drink? I are did done drunks myselv and I plane on doin moar
Well, piss in my wheaties and call me Bill Ding. You guys know who Bill Ding is? He was the tutorial character for building in Lego’s Island, which might take up kilobytes on your computer if you try to play it today. That game was hours and hours and hours of fun as a six year old, chasing the Brickster n shit. Then my mom died and then my dad cut me off from the rest of the family, so I never got to play it again at my grandma’s. Part of the reason I faked schizophrenia to get out of the Army; the CIA had gotten to me by that point and told me to do that and I obeyed because I was masturbating in my window and shit.
You drink? I are did done drunks myselv and I plane on doin moar
Well, piss in my wheaties and call me Bill Ding. You guys know who Bill Ding is? He was the tutorial character for building in Lego’s Island, which might take up kilobytes on your computer if you try to play it today. That game was hours and hours and hours of fun as a six year old, chasing the Brickster n shit. Then my mom died and then my dad cut me off from the rest of the family, so I never got to play it again at my grandma’s. Part of the reason I faked schizophrenia to get out of the Army; the CIA had gotten to me by that point and told me to do that and I obeyed because I was masturbating in my window and shit.
I am. I’m also doing other things. Superpositions!