Unintended Films

 Do you ever feel like you're being observed on such a massive level that it would be difficult to negate?

Welcome to my life. To clarify...you are not ALL welcome in my life. I feel like I have been being observed for a long time now.

There's an episode of The X-Files where Mulder is found on a table with 3 prongs on either side of his face. Sometimes I feel like I'm on that table, being observed, also having invisible Stargate SG-1 globules poured into my ears, and it just doesn't take, cause I'm awesome, and I'm aware that someone or something has been observing me.

Some hot girl approached me earlier, asking me if I believed in the healing power of Jesus and his sacrifice. She couldn't even remember the name of any of the churches she'd been to her whole life until the third time I prodded and asked. I was drinking some Guiness (taste, not great, drinky feeling, kinda good). Why do most alcohols taste not good? Probably cause if they did, we might be all drunk most of the time and the "water level water level" dream I had that one time would be a stupid reality and we'd be living in a STUPID world of DUMB BUTT-FUCKERS, and that scene from the "Syfy" show Happy would be all "Laaa laa, laaa la laaaa" walking around in a stupid world of muck without fuck, and without fucking, and the entire human race would be in jeopardy.

To clarify, "BUTT-FUCKERS" is rereferring to those who fuck butts with their dicks. It probably creates some kind of a stupid form of mycelial network full of possibilities from the "WHAT'S POSSIBLE" storyline with which you're all so familiar.

POOP should stay away from SEX. (points to open mouth and makes gagging noise)

I've had some drinks tonight and I feel pretty good.

I've been watching through Cheers; I'm currently on S08E02 and every time "Kyrstie Alley's" character is sexualized I'm like "...Her?" Her raspy voice does nothing. Her body is whatever. She seems like a trans that was thrown off a boat and floated up on the coast of California and someone thought "What a great TEST!" I just hope that there haven't been a bunch of "tricycle ladies" being thrown at me my whole life as if to say "WHAT IF SHE LOOKED LIKE THIS???".

If you've been paying attention to my life (TRUMAN SHOW-STYLE) then you know what I'm talking about.

Have I been Joe Dirt'd by my parents? Do my parents actually love me as a person? Do my siblings actually love me as a person? Or have they all been seeing me as a commodity my entire existence and hoping for a possible future day when I condemn the "rainbow roadsters" to hell (a place which may or may not exist)?

I hope for a future day, when I am presented with a choice to condemn those who've imprisoned me, in this bullshit psychobabble world, to death.