When I Get Drunk I Don't Hear The Voices As Much As When I Get High

 Is there some kind of a Battlestar Galactica thing going on here? Why am I getting less interaction than I used to when I used to get high every day? I drank two 12 ounce bottles of Elysian IPA and it does NOT taste good. I got a good drunk feel though from them.

I feel I'm being observed and I feel that those who are observing me are less than enthused that I keep pointing that out.

I also feel that the "Space Captain's Test" aka "The Kobayashi Maru" is involved in what I've been experiencing. I think there's some kind of communist regime attempting to take over and I am here to say that that WON'T HAPPEN; I am still alive and still kicking.

I took my skateboard to the bank and then to a store today and I feel good. I'm listening to some Operation Ivy at the moment, while I'm typing, and I think there's some kind of an attempt to "therapize" me on how I feel about being homeless; I've seen evidence of some drones attempting to connect with me on a sexual level. To those drones I say, "GO TO HELL!"

I've watched all of the seasons of Battlestar Galactica and if there are robots, or zombie robot corpses, trying to connect with me in a sexual way, it WILL NOT HAPPEN. I've learned A LOT from my past experiences in this world and I have to say that I miss my time in both Santa Barbara County and San Diego County; I mentioned Santa Barbara County first because it's where I had my first kiss with a girl that actually mattered. I kissed two girls in Tulsa County while playing a game of "spin-the-bottle" with a pair of twin girls; Sara Roettle and Laura Roettle, we had some fun together, but I think our time together was part of some "Space Captain's Test" to make sure whether or not that I'm straight; I'm only attracted to women, that is to say those who were born female and have all of the reproductive organs to bear children in "the old-fashioned way". Sara and Laura, I think your parents might have been experimenting with your sexual organs when you were very young and I am sorry to say that I didn't feel anyting sexual when we kissed when we were ten years old.

Jenee Smith, if you see this some how, I felt a sexual awakening when we kissed on the bus ride home from the 8th grade field trip to Sacramento and San Fransisco. We played "Truth Or Dare" on the way back to Orcutt Junior High School in 1998; I chose "DARE" a couple times. I'd secretly hoped that Sabrina Peterson would dare me to kiss her, but she dared me to make out with Brooke Longest. I made out with her, but she felt like some kind of a "Mars Attacks" alien who was wondering what sexuality was actually like; Jenee, you kissed me after that dare and it was incredible. I hope you've been trying to connect with me again, because I hope to connect with you again in the same way (plus sex).

I feel, somehow, that situation was attempted to be recreated; Heather Barrere, if YOU see this somehow...is there some way that you and Jenee are connected? I remember Heather mounting me, among a group of friends, pushing on my chest and contesting the way I laugh. You pushed on my chest and cleared an airway I didn't know had been blocked and, all I could think the whole time was "If we weren't surrouned by a 'group of friends' right now we would tear each other's clothes off and start fucking. Jenee, I feel like you and I and Heather could have a threesome and it wouldn't matter who got my dick in their pussy first, but that the three of us would have amazing sex and sleep after and have sex again and sleep again and we'd make it work.

There are SO MANY other women with whom I've had the same feeling.

I've previously blogged about a pizza place where I created the best pizza I've ever tasted and if Brooke Winrow sees this, somehow, I think you and I would have amazing sex. I remember talking with you and your friend Ariel about "bowling", and that was a replacement for making out. Brooke, I felt something great when we spent time together but you were too young, legally, for us to date. I was 22 and you were 14. Now I'm 40 and you're 32 or 33. If you see this, somehow, contact me; That goes for Jenee and Heather too.

If you're going to contact me, start with a comment to this blog post; Rachel, Emylee, Rachel, Coryne, Ciera, Jessica, you're also included in this. I think there could be an amazing orgy of sex and personality, without any porn connection, between us.

I think there are a grip of famous women who have felt the possibility of the same thing with me, in some sort of a "bigger than the Playboy Mansion" relationship. Francesca, Julia, Julianna, among so many other girls...I think we could all have something special.

Note that I haven't mentioned any of the famous women I've been attracted to through the years; some of you I've had sex dreams or sexy dreams with, and I know you know there would be a sexual connection between us as well as a personality connection.

Love can exist without lust; Without lust, love is NOT ENOUGH to have a sexual relationship. If ANY "BEING" reading this feels that there "MAYBE COULD BE A CHANCE..." but you're a MALE (meaning you have a penis and balls or one ball)...it's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. If you are a male and had a "sex-change operation"...it's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

Friendship is possible...if you're a male (or had a sex-change operation) and you've never thought of a sexual relationship with me...possibly. This feels like a break-up letter to those with whom I've never considered us as "a thing" or "seeing each other".

There are some I don't need to mention; I've heard your voices in my head, somehow, and I wish you would shut off your recording equipment and kill yourselves.

If this is a "The Fall Of The House Of Usher" story, then it is; It's NOT RELATED TO THE NETFLIX SERIES...I'm referencing the Vincent Price movie from 1960, based on the book by Edgar Allen Poe. If there have been porn actresses, based on any of the members of that family, you're going to have to kill yourselves or out yourselves as having been pranking me and you will have to apologize for your continued advances; If there have been actresses or porn actresses, who have been compelled to advance on me "as a joke" but you've since found a potential sex thing with me, let me know in the comments section.

"MOQBOY" aka "moqboy" was a pseudonym I chose after I made a SEEMINGLY HARMLESS spelling joke back in Orcutt Junior High School when I was constantly being asked "How do you spell..." in the halls; It occurs to me that this was also probably a joke to reference how I misspelled "GOOFY" in a 2nd grade Spelling Bee when I lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. HOW WOULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THAT I MISSPELLED THAT WORD IN 2nd GRADE IF I WAS LIVING ACROSS THE COUNTRY?! Cylons?! Aliens?! Chuckle-fuckers?! LAUGHING AT, OR WITH, SOMEONE IS NOT ENOUGH TO JUSTIFY A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP! (I just heard a voice say "You're dead!"). I think that voice was eminating from Utah or East Hollywood. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! KILL YOURSELF! GO AWAY FOREVER! I AM NOT KIDDING!

I feel good about what I've typed here, while drunk; I keep picturing that scene from Rick And Morty when Rick kills everyone in the "Council Of Ricks" and keeps killing everyone who approaches him while he's trying to get back to his wife; I've been married, ONCE. I feel NOTHING for KAITLIN MURPHY NELSON. I never think about her. I've only ever known her as a HER, and (looking back) I think she tried to give me TWO CLUES as to who she "USED TO BE", meaning she's a trans freak-of-nature and should kill herself. I also never think about "CHEVON MEDBIN"...another freak that "caught me" while I was getting high EVERY DAY for 7 years!

If I've missed anyone, tell me in the comments and I'll remind you that we have a connection and sex could happen between us, or I'll tell you to kill yourself.

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