Fuck you.
Kill yourselves.
I'll go down with the "ship", which has probably been shortened from the word "relationship".
"What IS a relationship?", you may ask. A relationship is when two consenting adults have sexual intercourse; This probably brings into question, "When does a relationship start?" or "What IS a relationship without sex?" A relationship without sex is a friendship. Wow...this probably resets a bunch of your timelines, and that's okay. Once I had sex with a woman on the first night we met. I'd contend that we had a successful relationship, and we could possibly get back together. We had sex 4 times in 1 night! I made dinner for both of us before. As I have Lyme Disease (I was told it's terminal and that I would eventually die from it) my body is weak and does not regenerate muscle; The muscles seem to simply return to a state of "back to before I stressed them". One time, while this woman and I were dating, we went to a park; I lifted her and started to walk her and myself to the top of this hill, and I lost the ability to continue carrying her. I think either she took this as an insult, or she knew exactly what my body was going through at the time. Either way, that relationship ended soon after.
I believe I have been seuxally molested; There was an instance where I was VERY high on drugs, and I ended up in a 7-Eleven parking lot. There was this guy in a car who "Beetlejuice"'d me to his driver's side door. He opened his door and I was compelled to pull down my pants. He tried to suck my dick, but I didn't get hard. This is proof that I'm not attracted to men. If you're reading this, and you're the person who Beetlejuice'd me into pulling down my pants to let you suck on my limp dick, I WANT TO SEE YOU PUBLICLY EXECUTED; I'm not kidding, I'm not joking, I want you to die. I would like to do it myself, but something tells me that's happened before. Something tells me that this has all happened before, in the same order, and the same details have happened, resulting in me captaining my own spaceship through space.
Some of you might think, "Isn't driving a CAR through the space contained on EARTH, the same as FLYING a SHIP through SPACE?" To that, the answer is: NO. Not only is driving a car, NOT similar to flying a ship through space, but I would contend that the two cannot be compared. There are mechanics to both driving, and flying, but driving is easy. I feel I've been on "Normal Mode" in whatever stupid "Space Captain's Test" has been happening.
Earlier, I was unable to LOCK MY DOOR to MY ROOM in this homeless shelter where I've been staying. One of the voices that's been yelling at me "through the ETHER" told me to "GO HOME".
As someone who was told he was born in "The Bay Area" aka "The San Fransisco Bay Area", and was moved at the age of 2 to Reno, Nevada, and then at the age of 7 to Tulsa, Oklahoma, and then at the age of 10 to a town called Orcutt, California, and then at the age of 14 to Florence, Kentucky...WHERE IS HOME? Many might consider "home" where "the heart is"; That's a metaphor for sure. My heart is in my body. I'm told my body is in Los Angeles, California. Los Angeles DOES NOT feel like my home.
I keep thinking back to how awesome the house was where my family and I lived when we were living in Orcutt. I mentioned Orcutt before when I talked about my sexual awakening. That house, on a street I'll keep private until I'm allowed to move there again, with assistance, is one of the best houses I've lived in. "YOU CAN'T END A SENTENCE WITH A PREPOSITION!" Shut up; Yes I can. You know what I'm talking about.
This is NOT A QUESTION of grammar. This is a question of where I've felt the most "at home". Orcutt California and some of its surrounding cities is where I've felt the most at home. While I was on a 2-year mission for The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-Day Saints, I planned a future home for myself. I modeled that home after the Orcutt, California home I was moved from when my family and I moved to Florence, Kentucky.
Jenee, if you're reading this, I still think about you; Our kiss was awesome...sexual...life-changing.
If I wake up one day and this turns out to have been a simulation "The Matrix-style", then I'll walk, or drive, or fly away and find those who were actually women, aka females, aka born with a vagina without any "Outer Limits" or "Brave New World" kinds of alterations with whom I've had sexual connections.
If ANY of the women/girls/females I've kissed or have kissed me, or have shared a space with me and felt a sexual connection, see this, please send me a hand-written letter to: 1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE, LOS ANGELES, CA, 90012.
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