I've determined through deep study of my own subconscious that there are "voices" speaking to me from another place. I don't see the purveyors of these voices, but they are definitely communicating with me.
I had a dream last night that I was having a party with my friends and family; sometimes both have been synonymous. There was pizza and my mom made her signature Crock Pot pot roast, and everything was great! I was awoken RIGHT when I was about to be able to eat and enjoy the food and company I was offered, and then I heard voices and felt sensory impressions from those who are observing me; something told me those who are observing me wanted me to JACK OFF because of being in the company of those who love me, included with the food we were sharing.
"FOOD PORN" IS A MYTH! Those who have been pushing the idea of "food porn" have convinced me, in the past, to post tags with #foodporn for things I've prepared and then eaten. FOOD DOES NOT CAUSE A SEXUAL RESPONSE FOR ME. That episode of Seinfeld, where they started associating food with sex, is a myth. JERRY SEINFELD, YOU OWE ME AN EXPANATION FOR WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING! Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee sounds like a fun show. I'd like to be included; I started doing stand-up comedy in 2007, and it's now 2024.
I had two drinks before posting this. I feel good. I feel drunk enough to post my thoughts and feelings on what I've been experiencing.
I'm currently watching an episode of Star Trek Voyager, while I'm typing this; There was a recent episode where the doctor was introduced to the idea that he had been eased into the idea that he is inside a simulataion. Voyager is a simulation; This reeks of the idea that my life has been a simulation, and that there is an escape possible. This escape includes a hunger strike and a "TV on the fuzz" feeling. I am prepared to enact this hunger strike to halt the voices in my head. I've never heard voices in my head until recently. "MODERN MEDICINE" would "diagnose" these voices as "schizophrenia". I am here, typing this, to confirm that schizophrenia is PROBABLY and LIKELY a myth. There is an episode of STAR TREK where they visit a planet called "TALOS IV"; The aliens the crew encounteres on TALOS IV are "telepathic", but they are probably a substitution for the stupid jerk-off "scientists" who found themselves in my presences the day I did an acting job for Playboy. If my suspicions are correct, THEY ARE STILL OBSERVING ME, even though that job was more than 5 years ago. WHY WOULD I BE BEING OBSERVED BY PLAYBOY (a magazine, and now website, with the main purpose of making men jack off when they want them to)?
My deft knowledge of grammar and vocabulary have been a boon to my ability to express myself; in a "No-Win scenario" such as presented by the Kobayashi Maru, aka The Space Captain's Test, those administering this test would certainly try to prove that "Language is just a symptom of not being able to express oneself telepathically.". This is more evidence that there are those among us who have found a way to attune their minds to connect, only telepathically, with us. In a universe as expansive as this one, there are most certainly those who would attempt to thwart logic with "possibility".
There was an instance where I was smoking marijuana aka weed, aka pot aka grass aka ganja aka herb, every day for a period of 7 years. In that time I have determined that those who have wished to REVERSE my sexuality, have failed.
The faggots aka gay men, who have surrounded me at almost every turn, have failed in their attempts to get me to want to have sex with a man. Not only do I not want to have sex with a man, I don't want to have sex with any man; Those who are observing would postulate "But YOU are a man...what does THAT MEAN?" Nothing. You are reading the thoughts of a man who is of sound mind. I ONLY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH WOMEN I'M ATTRACTED TO! To those "grammar nazis" reading this and shoving images infront of my almost certainly held-open eyes, even when I am closing my eyelids, I say "FUCK OFF" aka "KILL YOURSELVES" aka "Your attempts to get me to "appreciate" the idea that sex with a man is "simply an experiment"; Those observing would also say "Think of it as an experience" or "Think of it as an ACHIEVEMENT in a VIDEO GAME".
Shut up; To the voices who've been yelling at me from far away, or up close in an Advanced Market Analytics attempt to steal some kind of SEO (search engine optimization), SHUT UP. SHUT YOUR MOUTHS, SHUT YOUR THOUGHTS INTO AN "OFF" position, and let me have sex with women. I want to put my hard dick in a vagina, and then another vagina, and then another vagina, and then another vagina, without the assistance of "THE BLUE PILL" aka "Viagra" or "Cialis".
I do not have "ED"; Those observing would think that the absence of an erection, in ANY GIVEN SITUATION, is "Erectile Dysfunction". "Erectile Dysfunction" is another myth perpetrated by "big pharma" aka "big pharmaceutical", to convince those who are "having trouble achieving an erection" are simply "having some trouble". Most of this "trouble" might be attributed to the idea that "butt sex" aka "butt stuff" is also "sex", which it is not.
BUTTS are an exit-only; Those observing would contend that wiping one's butt before or after pooping, is an "entry" or a "gateway". That is false. I have never, in my life, experienced sexual pleasure from wiping my butt. I've experimented in the shower, two or three times, with putting a finger up my butt; The result has never ended in an erection nor a sperm emulsion. This leads to the inevitable conclusion that I DON'T WANT ANYTHING SHOVED UP MY BUTT! STAY AWAY FROM MY ASSHOLE, ASSHOLES! Keep away from my butthole, forever.
If you disagree with any of this, I would simply invite you to actually kill yourselves in front of me. You have been defeated. You are wrong. You are useless.
Two or three of my previous blog posts have pronounced this in other ways; I've felt compelled again to talk about it.
I would still like, very much, to participate in the entertainment industry; I've been participating ever since I wrote that classical piece on the piano when I was very young. I haven't named that classical piece, and I may not name that classical piece. I heard once, from a colleague (and I thought, friend) that what I did on the piano could not be done. Well, I did. It is still one of the best pieces of music I've written and when my mom asked me where that came from, I didn't have a response as to where. I only know that it probably came from deep within my being. I haven't recorded that classical piece, and I may not record that piece; For this blog post, I have said my peace.
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