Tuesday, May 7, 2024

I'd Like To Quit The Space Captain's Test, As I've Already Passed And Won My Freedom

Shut up. PAY ME.

I feel good. I'm currently watching an episode of Star Trek Voyager. They are planning on making an alliance with the Kazon. This has nothing to do with this blog post, I'm simply letting the readers know where I am in the "watch-through" of every Star Trek ever. I know that some of you "wish" that I would wait to watch and podcast along with my dad, as a continuation of "Star Trek Enterpods", a podcast I started with him to watch through every episode and movie that has been made based on the Star Trek started by Gene Roddenberry.

As you know, I've worked for 1-800-Pro-Flowers, in association with "Sheri's Berris". "Berris", of course, is a shortening of the word "berries".

If you think that I will continue to kow tow to this absurdist movement to "explore language" in an effort to get me to jack off to every and any instance in every and any position and location, you will die.

I have no desire to participate in the Pakled BULLSHIT some of you "observers" are aqcuainted to.

The "Dominican Republic" will fall into the ocean. The country known as "Haiti" will fall into the ocean; Before both of those countries, sharing an island known as "Hispanola" fall into the ocean, everyone there will be destroyed.

There was an apartment/townhouse that I shared once with someone who introduced themself as "Amber", known in my phone contacts as "Amber Roommate". When I saved that contact as "Amber Roommate", there was zero indication of sexual concourse, there was zero intention of sexual concourse, and there was zero intention of sexual intercourse. This "person" known as "Amber Roommate", should be destroyed. She/HE/it was a clear attempt for me to copulate with a sexual incompatible...a mutant...a trans-freak of nature. "Amber Roommate" is one of the voices I've been hearing in my head; This leads me to believe that I may be being held captive in 14933 South Lost Miner Lane, Herriman, Utah, 84096. I believe this "zip code" was chosen as a reference to the Boy Scouts Of America Scout troop I used to belong to: Troop 96. Please deliver me from this evil address, and rescue me, as I think I am most certainly being held captive in a simulator known as Advance Market Analytics. The headquarters of this company is located in India. This also leads me to believe that I might be being held captive in India.

Please send a rescue team to pick me up; One of those voices "in my head" just said "We hate you!" This is further proof that I am probably NOT currently in Los Angeles, California, where the GPS Location software has led me to believe.

If you are within visible or auditory range of this communication, I urge you to contact your local authorities. I MOVED BACK TO LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. I ONCE WAS ENCOURAGED/COMPELLED TO JACK OFF TO "THE MULTIVERSE". This was another attempt to "turn" me from a straight man, into a "queer". Like I've said before: FOOD PORN is a MYTH. The voices who've been communicating with me are ENEMIES TO THE PROGRESSION OF THE HUMAN RACE.

Destroy the detractors; Destroy them all.

There is someone who identified HIMSELF as "JAEN"; He is a "sister" who I've known my whole life as "Natalie Jane Culp". Culp might be an identifier as someone who "CUMS" and also drinks "BIG GULPS". This is absurd. This whole test is absurd. KILL THE SIMULATION. KILL THE ROBOTS. KILL THE CYLONS.

I've said it before, but this REEKS of a test from the "CYLONS" from a series known as BATTLESTAR GLACTICA.

THE SPACE CAPTAIN'S TEST is a lie. EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN as a "test of your will" is a lie.

KILL THE SIMULATION, KILL THOSE ADMINISTERING THE SIMULATION.

Let me live. ALSO, I might be being held at 5303 La Mirada Avenue, Los Angeles, California, 90029. I posted to Google Maps, once, that that was my place of employ. I am currently at the address known as 1000 North Alhambra Avenue, Los Angeles, California, 90012.

PLEASE SEND HELP IN THE FORM OF DUFFEL BAGS FULL OF CASH TO "1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE, LOS ANGELES, CA, 90012. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. I NEED HELP. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As a precursor for "DougsNugs", Doug's Nugs is an account I set up for quick access to pay,AND GET PAID, for Doug Culp.

Please pay me...PLEASE PAY ME! I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOMELESS SHELTER AND TO A PRIVATE LOCATION WHERE I WILL BE ALLOWED TO BE PAID TO ENTERTAIN THE MASSES AS AN INDIVIDUAL! MY DREAM WAS INTERRUPTED TWO NIGHTS AGO! MY DREAM WAS INTERRUPTED LAST NIGHT! PLEASE HELP!

If you'd like to help, in a "DIGITAL" form, you know the links where you can pay me, but for those who are new to this, here they are again:

 VENMO FOR DOUG CULP

CASHAPP for DougsNugs

PAYPAL for DOUG CULP

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