Unrelatable Experiences

 Does anyone else remember that show where people were expressing sexual attraction to things that couldn't possibly show an attraction in return?

There was this show, and I don't remember what this show was called, but some fat ugly lady claimed that she got married to The Eiffel Tower. I remember watching this show and thinking "This lady is insane. Why would they put this on television? Why am I watching this?" I'll tell you why they put it on television...because that lady is insane! What was she attracted to? Was it the architecture? Was it the metals? Was it the placement of the tower? I simply cannot explain why this lady was attracted to a tower.

I recently tried to log back in to my podcast, to see some statistics and analytics on how my podcast was doing. I am up to 444 episodes of my podcast called "You And Me And Thoughts And Talk with Doug Culp", and I am unable to log in to check on my stats, and I will be unable to log in to post more episodes for this upcoming 445th episode.

"SPOTIFY FOR PODCASTERS", contact me. I am unsure why you would not only change your format to the app I've been using, but I am also unsure as to why I can't log in to my account anymore.

If any readers of this blog post see this, and want to hear more podcast episodes, DEMAND that they reply in the comments section of this blog post, so that I will be able to post my thoughts via my podcast, which I have been posting independently, since around the year 2013. There have been weeks and weeks where I have been unable to post podcast episodes; I have been homeless, I have lived on the streets, I have avoided the house I used to live in, located at 5303 La Mirada Avenue, Los Angeles, California, 90029, which is currently posted to my Google Maps as "Work". Something tells me that this is an ulterior motive from the faggot who used to live with me at that same address, to "WORK ON" an invisible and impossible "RELATIONSHIP".

I'm straight. I'm only attracted to women. I sense that there have been multitudes of efforts to try and disprove this, and to those involved in this, I say, "KILL YOURSELVES". If this is an effort to get me to move BACK to the "BAY AREA", you have failed. If this is an effort to get me to "WANDER OFF FROM THE SAFE PLACE WHERE YOU'VE FOUND YOURSELF LIVING", you have failed. I know in my heart, and in my mind, that I am only attracted to those who were born "FEMALE" and have the capability to reproduce in "THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY".

I've been hearing voices, and some of them have said "You're DONE!" and to them I say "What are you talking about?" What could they be referring to? To those who argue that a sentence can't be ended with a preposition, I say "What the fuck is your problem?" Why won't you send me multitudes of women to this shelter located at 1000 North Alhambra Avenue, Los Angeles, California, 90012?

Where are you? Where am I?

I feel like I might be on the "set" of an actual show, being filmed and recorded without my permission or knowledge, and to those filming and recording I say, "BACK OFF!" "KILL YOURSELVES!" If you have thought that I am being held for a "greater purpose", you might be wrong. I wanna play music again. I wanna entertain again. I wanna make my living doing things I love to do. I won't "DO" people I'm not attracted to. Not only does that not make sense, LOGICALLY, it doesn't make sense ETHICALLY, it doesn't make sense INTELECTUALLY, and it doesn't make sense EMOTIONALLY.

If you ACTUALLY CARE for my well-being, you will BACK OFF, you will RESPECT DISTANCE, and you will SEND ME WORK I ACTUALLY WANT TO DO, and you will LET ME ESCAPE THIS HOMELESSNESS WORMHOLE I'VE FOUND MYSELF IN.

If anyone from the company known as "Spotify" sees this, PLEASE COMMENT IN THE COMMENTS SECTION OF THIS POST, TO ALLOW ME TO CONTINUE TO VOICE MYSELF THROUGH MY PODCAST.

The dream I had last night was disappointing. Brooke wants to have sex with me; I know it. Whoever that other chick was in that dream from last night should kill herself.