May I Please Go Back To Rossi's Pizza?

 May I please go back to Rossi's Pizza?

I Think I've Caught Up To "The Simulation" And "The Simulation" Is Not Too Happy About It

 Hey readers...at this point, you realize that I'm sane. I've heard voices, and I've responded to said "voices" ONLY WITH MY MIND, and they've responded to me.

If this is some kind of an attempt to connect with me on a "higher level", because I didn't do ALL OF THE DRUGS, well these blog posts are some kind of a response. I think that's obvious. I just checked with the "grammar check" on the previous sentence, and I was correct.

Whether you refer to this life as "a simulation" or a "pasture cube" or a "simulated hell box from the show Preacher" or a "simulated FPS-style hell from The X-Files and that Netflix show Inside Job", it's clear that there are many forces working to encapsulate what's happening with one life or another...to FUCK WITH ME. Now, when I said "ME" in that previous sentence, I think there are probably many others in the "multiverse" who would agree with me. WE ARE NOT THE SAME, though we might be being fucked with in the same or similar ways.

I re-watched Office Space, yesterday, and then later I re-watched The Fifth Element. There are two or three moments in The Fifth Element where Milla Jovovich has her tits completely exposed. I kept watching, dick in pants, cause it's a great movie. Would I have sex with Milla Jovovich if I met her? Absolutely! Would I take every opportunity while watching every movie/show where tits are exposed to jack off? No. WHY? (you may ask) Cause I'm not a "fuck machine". I'm not a "bonobo" or some kind of a neanderthal, and to those "ALPHAS" who might be reading this...you're on notice.

I see you, I've met you, I'm onto your schemes to try and get others to jack off at every and any opportunity. WHY DO YOU WANT OTHERS TO JACK OFF AT EVERY AND ANY OPPORTUNITY?! WHAT IS YOUR GOAL?! WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD?! Are you a spy, in some kind of a "The Truman Show dude watching from the moon and the sun" capacity? Are you a "secret pervert", or have you been paid by "higher-ups" to try and cause these moments to happen?

Whether you are, or are not, one of these types of people I've described...you're on notice. It's kinda like I've been being observed, and it became GLARINGLY OBVIOUS when I was sleeping in my car on that hillside July 4th, 2021...I think it was 2021, it might have been 2022.

Okay, I'm gonna keep watching the show I was in the middle of watching before typing this blog post.

If you have anything to say in response to this, I posted my address AGAIN in the previous blog post.

Another New Blog Post

 If you have the video that I made, when I was comparison shopping, called "Midnight Mun To The Mocery More", please send it to moqboy@gmail.com

I Was Married From August 2011 Till January 2013

 My marriage was a sham. It was also a shame. I think I was "Bettlejuice'd" into a situation that seemed "insescapable", but I escaped. On our wedding day, my wife "Kaitlin Murphy Nelson" aka "Kaitlin Murphy Culp" called me "gay". I didn't understand what she was talking about, because I'd only ever known her as a woman.

In hindsight, I think she might have been some kind of trans, experiment, made by her father (who might have been my Uncle Blaine...who I think should be murdered) in some kind of a "The Island Of Dr. Moreau" experiment. I married my EX-WIFE in 2011, and we were officially DIVORCED in January of 2013.

I was born in "The Bay Area" between Oakland and San Fransisco in Eden Hospital and we lived in the apartment where my family and I were until I was 2 years old...OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.

When I was 2 or 3, we lived in Reno, Nevada. I remember spending some time with a girl named Christina Domino (I'm not sure of the spelling of her name), and one time when we were done hanging out and holding hands my mom said that I had a new friend and I said "Not my FRIEND, Mom...my GIRLFRIEND." I think this was probably the first time I'd expressed an interest in girls...women...females...those who were born with a vagina and all of the physical components required to get impregnated and bear children. Soon after that, my family moved us to a different house in Reno, where I had an argument with a grown woman. The basis of that argument was that "Boys are stronger than girls." Somehow, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was attracted to this grown woman (who reminded me a Lori Laughlin from the TV show "Full House", who I was very attracted to at a young age). She proceeded to lift me up by both hands and swing me around in a circle, which I loved.

I've been hearing voices, recently, as I've described in previous posts. I had an appointment with a psychiatrist, who I told that I'd been hearing voices, and he told me that I didn't need medication and that I didn't need a second appointment with him. GREAT! I'm sane, and I know I'm sane, because I know that the voices I've been hearing (where I can't see the bodies from which the voices are emanating) are real. I think there is a cadre of people trying to confuse me and annoy me...to the point where when I hear their voices, I can ignore them.

There's a film called "A Beautiful Mind", where a college student "has schizophrenia" (a "disease" which I think can be explained by a blog post I posted TWO POSTS AGO), where the person "suffering" from "schizophrenia" learns to ignore the voices he's been hearing, and he earns a degree.

Something tells me that I've been in some kind of an "observation deck", where I've been talking to people I see and hear, and the cameras pointed at me have been placing me in some kind of an abandoned facility where "there is nobody else here except for me".

If this is the case...TELL ME!

Send me a letter via The UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE addressed to:

DOUG CULP

1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90012

How Long Have I Been Being "Joe Dirt'd"

 If you're reading this, you probably already know that I'm being observed. You ESPECIALLY know I'm being observed, if you're reading this while I'm typing this. HOW ARE YOU ABLE TO OBSERVE WHAT I'M TYPING WHILE I'M TYPING?! Was it the unnecessary eye surgery my PARENTS made me get when I was 3 years old? When I was very young, my brother had crossed eyes. I crossed my eyes, VOLUNTARILY, showing that I could also do that. Did they think that that was a sign of trying to imitate my brother? It wasn't. I was simply crossing my eyes cause his eyes were crossed. I didn't think it was special, I didn't think it was awesome. I was simply imitating his crossed eyes.

If my parents are reading this, somewhere (possibly from hell)...FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME GET THAT UNNECESSARY EYE SURGERY! KILL YOURSELVES! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE EYE SURGEON THAT DAY! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! Do I have friends who have been helping me to express myself throughout my life?

Remember that day when the sexy woman, who reminds me of "Rebecca" from Full House (I'm not sure I got the spelling of that character's name correct), told me that girls are stronger than boys and I disagreed and she took me by both hands and swung me around? I knew I was attracted to her. If I'd been older I would have had sex with her that day, but I think I was 3 or 4 years old.

There's a Home Grown song where they sing about when "the girls would chase the boys" and the lead singer questions why he ran fast so that the girls couldn't catch him. I feel that. Somehow, I think that song was about me, cause the same thing happened to me as a child. If there's a game called "Girls Chase Boys"...isn't the point of "a chase" to not get caught? I ran SO FAST. It wasn't to "not get tackled by girls"...which I would have loved at that age...I was simply playing a game and running as fast as I could. I was fast.

It occurs to me that, at some point in my life, my family was offered AN AMAZING AMOUNT OF MONEY to "steer" me away from girls. It didn't work. I've always been attracted to girls. Recently, I was employed by Sonic Drive-In. There were 5 or 6 girls, of the age 15...they were hot. I was attracted to them while working with them. I'm in my 41st year of living, and I was 38 or 39 when I worked there. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE IN COMMON WITH GIRLS OF THAT AGE?!" the invisible voices might ask. It doesn't matter. I was sexually attracted to them. I would have had sex with 6 or 7 of the girls there if it wasn't against the law....but it is. The law says that a person is an adult and able to have sex at the age of 18 and older. The girls who I was attracted to at that job flirted with me. I flirted back, from a distance. Maybe when they turn 18, they'll still think of me.

If you know me, if you REALLY know me, you know that I'm only attracted to women in a sexual way. Have I "gravitated" towards men who are creative or who make me laugh? Sure. It's not enough for a sexual attraction. There are men. There are women. There are males. There are females. I'm a man, attracted sexually to women. I'm a male sexually attracted to females.

If I wake up one day, in a simulator (similar to the one in Rick And Morty, or The Matrix), and someone walks up to me telling me that they were the one who "created" all of the women and females I met while in this "life", I'd say to them "Oh...cool." THEN WOULD I BE ALLOWED TO WALK AWAY FROM WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKED UP SIMULATION IS?!

CAN WHOEVER IS READING THIS (unless you're an actual woman, acting in your best interests to start a family and have a life outside of this simulation), KILL YOURSELVES?! If there's some verson of the character called "Mouse" from The Matrix, very impressed with himself on how realistic the women he's "created" within this simulation exists...I want him to die. THEN CAN I LEAVE THIS LITERAL SIMULATION?!

Am I Hooked Up To One Of These?

 

I Went Back To Church After Not Having Gone To Church For A While

 I can't remember the last time I went to church. The last time I was there, some faggot "bore his testimony" on how he's attracted to men. I want that person to die. If you believe in God, and you are truly dedicated to faith in God, then you MUST BE STRAIGHT.

If you are "a gay" and you are reading this, please kill yourself immediately after reading this post. The church I was raised in claimed "Visitors Welcome"...if you are a "Visitor" and you are a man attracted to men, or man, KILL YOURSELF.

There's a very important animated Disney movie that taught a very important lesson. The time that "Jafar" wished for Jasmine to fall in love with him, the "genie" in that movie let "Jafar" know that that wish could not be granted. Jasmine played along, to help "Aladdin" defeat "Jafar", and if you've seen that movie, you know the rest. Aladdin and Jasmine ended up together and they probably fucked. Cartoons don't show us that part, because they are movies meant for children.

If you are a reader of this blog, and you saw my previous blog post, PLEASE RESPOND.

I had a six-pack of beer today. They wouldn't let me bring it in, so I drank it outside. I didn't drink all six beers at once, but I drank them in stages.

I had two weird dreams last night. One of them was me, meeting up with my sister, and taking her by the small of her back on the way back to her room. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?! I'M NOT ATTRACTED TO MY FAMILY IN A SEXUAL WAY?! Clearly, that dream was from somewhere else, or someone else.

The second dream I had, last night, was about those weird rooms in the movie Inception, where a bunch of people were laying on beds and continuously dreaming. Looks like a nightmare. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO CONTINUOUSLY DREAM, UNLESS YOU ARE A FAGGOT/GAY/HOMO TRYING AND TRYING FOR A DIFFERENT SOLUTION TO THE "GAY SOLUTION"? Currently I'm feeling a "tug" on my right upper-lip. WHY AM I FEELING THAT?! WHY IS MY UPPER LIP ALTERED FROM HOW IT USED TO FEEL A FEW DAYS AGO?!

If you have any answers for me, please send me an email to: moqboy@gmail.com

If you'd rather write me a hand-written letter, please send correspondence to: 1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE, LOS ANGELES, CA, 90012

I Threw Up Earlier

 I bought some more booze. The stupid fucks who run the Weingart had the unintelligent sense to include a "no alcohol" rule in their policy. WHY?! Alcohol gives a good feeling. It tastes AWFUL, but it gives a good feeling and it helps me express myself in ways I haven't experienced previously.

If you are a provider of alcohol, please send me alcohol to:

1000 North Alhambra Avenue

Los Angeles, California, 90012

Twitter Aka "X" Is Getting Really Horny Lately

 It occurs to me that there are some forces trying to get me to jack off WHENEVER POSSIBLE. Listen...look...read...there are times when I'm horny/randy/willing ot jack off. There are times when I just wanna chill and spend my time avoiding "The Borg". I think I've beaten the "Space Captain's Test" aka "The Kobayashi Maru". It's supposed to be an "unwinnable" test. A test that "can't bea beaten". I've beaten it...probably an innumerable amount of times now. The test that was supposed to "queer me up" is SO MAD that it's been trying and trying to get me to try and accept terms that I don't respond to.

Once, when I was in a comic book store known as Meltdown Comics, one of the sellers of comic books told me that he didn't like "Terfs". I didn't know what that term meant, so I didn't really have a response. I learned, later, that "Terf" is a term that means "Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist". I don't care. I honestly don't care about what you think about straight men, unless you're a woman who wants to have sex with me, who I'm also attracted to.

Recently, someone contacted me about acquiring my art, for $500/week over a period of 6 months. I am worth more than that. I think that I've put more into this "simulation" or "pasture cube" to earn MORE THAN $500/week, each week, for the rest of my life.

I had a weird dream last night. Someone was pretending to be Ella, from the Amazon Prime series Fallout, and tried to convince me that I'm in some kind of a "solarium". I don't care. I don't care what your "goal" is with me. If you are a man with a penis and balls, or a penis and no balls, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT TO DO WITH ME SEXUALLY!

Something tells me that the nerds on twitter have been using some kind of a character creator tool, trying to get me to "accept terms" that I've not been privy to. Something else tells me that my smartphone use, not associated with Apple, is an attempt to change my sexual preference. I've referred to this before. There's an animated movie made in the 1990's where one of the characters tries to "wish" for someone to be attracted to him. It didn't work.

I mentioned in a previous blog post that my life feels like it's on rails and I don't appreciate it. At one of the homeless shelters I stayed at, before this one, someone told me that I look like Robin Williams. I don't see the resemblance. This might be an attempt from the "Disney" company to get me to try and go to Disney Land or Disney World, while I'm homeless. The last time I was in Anaheim, everything felt weird. It felt different enough that I knew something was wrong.

Once, when I was high on marijuana, I thought of a video game idea where the player and friends could get high together. There were plans of scanning things into the digital world, from the real world, and there would be points involved. I think I beat that game, the day I had my car towed. The tow-truck driver asked me to follow them on twitter. I think that driver thought that I knew who he was, based on some kind of an "Eye-Phone" referenced on a cartoon called Futurama. The two-truck driver resembled a stand-up comedian known as Chris Hardwick...a name that seems to be made up. I once had an experience at a stand-up comedy show known as The Meltdown, and he asked me what I would do now that The Meltdown was canceled. I told him that I would probably do more stand-up comedy. He asked me to do one of my jokes, and I did. I got laughs from the entire crowd, and one of the hosts said "That's a pretty good joke". I've been proven that I'm funny. I know comedy. I know how to make people laugh. I know that I can make a living in the comedy realm.

If you or anyone you know, has a connection to the comedy universe, CONTACT ME in the comments section of this blog post.

I Feel Like My Life Is On Rails Right Now And I Don't Appreciate It

 Listen...read...whatever you consider paying attention to a blog post...I HATE those who oppose me. I HATE those who are yelling at me through "the ether". I HATE those who are mad that I've been watching more episodes of the Star Trek genre without them, and who think that I OWE THEM ANYTHING. I started a podcast with my dad, where we were originally gonna watch Star Trek Enterprise as a watch-a-long podcast, and that would be all. For some reason, while we were watching the first episode of Star Trek Enterprise, I had the idea to watch EVERY SINGLE STAR TREK EPISODE AND MOVIE IN TIMELINE ORDER with my dad as a podcast, and so I suggested it. The podcast we started is called "Star Trek Enterpods". Listen to it, if you want. If you don't want to listen to it, I don't give a fuck.

The task of watching EVERY SINGLE STAR TREK EPISODE AND MOVIE IN TIMELINE ORDER, is vast. It also feels like a challenge as some kind of a "Kobayashi Maru" aka "Space Captain's Test", and I don't care if I fail. Honestly, at this point, I couldn't care less if every single human on or around, or in the vicinity of this blog post dies and I have some time to myself to live without voices in my head trying to tell me what to do and what I am. If my family aren't ACTUALLY blood-related, I hate that they've tried to glom onto my "fame" and my "Metacritic score", and I wish that they would all die horrible deaths.

I've been hearing "You're on a podcast", and those same voices have been saying something about closets or some other fag-related shit. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY SEXUALITY! I HOPE YOU DIE AND I HOPE YOU PROVIDE PROOF THAT YOU ARE DEAD! IF THIS IS AN OMICRONIAN THING, TURN OFF THE SIMULATION! KILL YOURSELVES SO THAT I NEVER HAVE TO HEAR YOUR VOICED OPINIONS OF WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY LIFE!!! That said, if you are ACTUALLY trying to hook me up with women I'm sexually attracted to, who are also sexually attracted to me, let's talk. I think some of you have MISINTERPRETED the word "women" or "woman" or "female" to include "those who are faithful to men" or "those who are faithful to me" or "those who are faithful to man", etc. To those of you who DON'T UNDERSTAND what I mean, I HATE YOU AND I WISH FOR YOU TO DIE IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS SENTENCE HAS ENDED. There's a faggot who lives on my same floor, walking around shirtless and with his pants sagging...kill him...MURDER HIM IN FRONT OF MY FACE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM! I DON'T CARE ABOUT MOST OF THE PEOPLE IN AND AROUND THIS HOMELESS SHELTER! I AM SO TIRED OF BEING HOMELESS! I WOULD LIKE TO LEAVE THIS VERSION OF LOS ANGELES, which might be The Dominican Republic, AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE! IF YOU CONSIDER "HUMANLY POSSIBLE" A REFERENCE TO THE TV SHOW "COMMUNITY"...KILL YOURSELF OR YOURSELVES IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS SENTENCE!

I'd like for any and all living beings, reading this blog post, to PAY ME FOR MY EFFORTS, to PAY ME FOR MY ART, and to PAY ME FOR STILL BEING ALIVE AFTER 40 YEARS ON THIS EARTH! MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP IN DECEMBER, AND I AM EXPECTING MASSIVE RESULTS IN THE WAY OF GIFTS AND MONEY AND CASH AND A WAY OUT OF BEING HOMELESS! I OWN LAND! I NEED TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING HOMELESS SHELTER AND PAY THE LAND TAXES AND I NEED TO FIND WORK! I NEED TO FIND WORK THAT ISN'T SEX WORK! I NEED TO FIND WORK THAT ISN'T "UNDER THE TABLE"! I NEED TO WORK AGAIN AND I EXPECT READERS OF THIS BLOG POST TO HELP ME FIND WORK! WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU HELPED ME FIND WORK YET?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU READING THIS BLOG POST IF YOU CARE ABOUT ME AND MY WELL-BEING AND YOU HAVEN'T HELPED ME FIND WORK YET?!

IF YOU ARE "A GAY" I WANT YOU TO KILL YOURSELF! IF YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO HAS ASSOCIATED YOURSELF WITH "THE GAY PRIDE PARADE", I WANT YOU TO KILL YOURSELF! I HATE GAYS! I HATE EVERYTHING THEY STAND FOR! I HATE ALL OF YOU BUTT-MUNCHERS AND I WANT YOU TO KILL YOURSELVES!!!!

If that's what you need to hear/read/see to let me leave this bout of homelessness, then there it is.

KINDLY, KILL YOURSELVES. Jump off a bridge and point your head at the ground as you dive to your death(s). Do a "suicide by COP". Do SOMETHING so I never have to hear your voice(s) ever again. Petition your local cable and streaming companies to CANCEL the LOGO channel. Petition pocdast companies to CANCEL ANY AND ALL PODCASTS HAVING TO DO WITH ANYTHING IN THE WORLD OF "GAY". CANCEL YOURSELVES if you're reading this as I'm typing this. Kill yourselves.

That's all. I hope all of you faggots/gays/homos die, and I hope any and all women/females/girls with the ability and BODY PARTS to have children born out of their vaginas support me in this.

I Had Some Weird Dreams Last Night

 One of the dreams I had last night was directly related to the movie "The Matrix". In that dream, someone pulled the brain-connecter thingy from someone else's head. That's all I remember from that dream. There was another dream where some festival was happening, and my brother and I were wearing some kind of a prison jumpsuit with numbers on our backs. I don't know what was happening in that dream, but that's all I remember from that one. I think there was a third dream, but I don't remember it.

If you, or anyone you know (or are acquainted with), knows what I'm referring to as I'm typing, please let me know.

I recently talked on the phone with a high school friend of mine who's having a baby with his wife. COOL! I mentioned that that baby would probably need a "cool Uncle Doug", and I think that's directly related to the "Uncle Jesse" character from a TV show called Full House. At a certain point in the call, he started telling me that I shouldn't get stagnant....a word I think has been "acquired" or "stolen" from a bunch of faggots who fuck each other's butts. The definition of stagnant deals with sameness.

I'm only attracted to women...not ALL women...but women, nonetheless. If you are a woman, and I'm not attracted to you, you might have been sent from hell to "tempt" me into maybe "getting" with you. There is a gaggle of ugly women at this homeless shelter where I've been staying. This shelter, of the 4 I've stayed at, is still the best one. I have a private bedroom, a private bathroom, a private shower, and I'm able to think my thoughts without any interruption.

Girls, if you are younger and you consider yourself a woman, I'm here to tell you that you are (or will be) old enough to be considered a woman I'm attracted to. Recently I was employed at Sonic Drive-In. There were 3 or 4 girls who were 15 and very attractive. The law says that I would have to wait till they're 18 to have sex with them. I'm also here to tell you that, if the laws were different, I would have had sex with 7 or 8 of the girls who worked at that Sonic Drive-In. I won't name them, to protect their identities, but if you're reading this you know who you are. I also worked with men at this Sonic Drive-In. To those men I say "Hello, have a good day." and that's all.

"You're done!" the voices said. Is someone trying to narrate a book that I'm not writing? Is someone trying to narrate my life? WHY WOULD THEY BE TRYING TO DO THAT?! WHY WOULD ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN ME AND MY LIFE AND MY SEXUAL INTERESTS?! If there are women interested in my sexual interests (only girls/women/females), then let's talk. Let's talk here in the comments section of THIS BLOG POST, and then we can move on to phones and meeting each other in person.

"You're 'Y The Last Man'" is another thing the voices have said. Well...that's a comic book that was turned into a TV show on the FX Network, which was supported by hulu. Have there been multiple attempts on my life while I've been living? Have there been multiple attempts to get me to "off myself" by those I'm not attracted to? All signs point to YES.

I feel I'm being protected by a consortium of those who thought I might one day be attracted to them, only to find out that I wouldn't be attracted to them, but I think some of those who are claiming to "protect" me are actually shielding me from the women in and around my life who've been trying to contact me and have sex with me.

Porn is fine. Porn is fun. Watching porn and jacking off is NOT "HAVING SEX". It's an indicator of who I'm attracted to (the women and girls in these porns), but to the faggots/gays/homos who'd say otherwise, I ask you to please commit suicide. Please kill yourselves and provide me proof that you've done so, so that I can sleep peacefully knowing that I may actually be "Y The Last Man" or "Paul Moadib". The two newest Dune movies were bad. It felt like the two movies could have been condensed into one movie. I saw them both in the theater...a theater that felt EERILY like a movie theater that I used to work at in Northern Kentucky. The arcade was different...it was bad. Also the movie theater was two stories tall (AS IF THAT WOULD MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE IN A MOVIE-GOING EXPERIENCE). The movie theater to which I'm referring doesn't accept Apple Pay. I don't know why that would be a stopping point...the only thing that would make that make sense is that the faggots/gays/homos who've been controlling my movements think that they've "got me". I think I'm going to get an iPhone. I've never owned an iPhone. I made fun of the way everything looked "so clean" and the way they charge EVERY MONTH for Apple Music and storage is awful and dumb.

I've owned 8 or 9 Android phones, over the years, which have probably been trying to distance me from those using iPhones. I don't understand why that would happen, unless it's related to the consortium of faggots/gays/homos trying to "get me". To those associated with "the rainbow" or "the rainbow road" or "valhalla" or whatever other name you have for "the road to gayness", I'd like for you to kill yourself, and provide proof that you're dead. Send me videos of your death(s), with notes on why you killed yourself and who sent me the video, and if they also killed themself(ves) after sending.

What's The Name Of The Place Where I Am?

 If you know, you're obligated to tell me. I wish for you to tell me the name of the place where I am.

I just recorded episode 448 of my podcast. I also had two drinks before this blog post. The voices are saying "Walk away" and "We hate you" and "We're breaking up". I honestly don't know where these voices are coming from, but I want them to stop. STOP MONITORING ME. STOP OBSERVING ME. GIVE ME WHAT I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR VIA MY THOUGHTS.

"Fuck you" they just said. "You're done!" they just said. Who is "they" and WHY ARE THEY ABLE TO PENETRATE MY MIND WITH THEIR THOUGHTS?!

I think this has something to do with something called "Neuralink". It's an intrusive procedure, claiming to promote "telepathy", but it's actually an implant in the brain without the "patient's" knowledge or permission.

If I've been experimented on, without my knowledge or permission, the experimenters ARE GOING TO DIE, and I'm VERY okay with that. "Ohhhhh, but we're making you a SHOW to show how CREATIVE YOU ARE!"...no...you've been experimenting on me since I demonstrated I'm straight as soon as I was old enough to show an interest in girls.

If you are a "faggot" or a "butt-muncher" or a "gay" or one of the letters in the STUPID RAINBOW INITIATIVE...kill yourself. I hate you and I want you to die. I want to watch you die, and I hope I get to watch you die. I wish for the opportunity to watch those who've been penetrating my thoughts die.

Whether it's murder, or suicide...I don't care. I want those who've been observing me without my knowledge or permission, to die. KILL YOURSELVES AND LET ME WATCH SO I CAN MAKE SURE YOU'RE ACTUALLY DEAD.

Let Me Leave This "Progressive" School

 I'm on S0401 of Sex Education and the students are in this new school that's so "PROGRESSIVE" that they've forgotten the meaning of learning and replaced learning with "SEXUAL CREATIVITY" and I'm completely turned off. I've had a couple drinks, and I'm responding honestly to how I feel about this "new school of thought" and to any "non-binary" or "gender-queer" or "gender-fluid" people I say "KILL YOURSELVES.".

I've had enough of this sexual experiment where you're trying to "PUSH" me into something I'm "not accustomed to". I'd rather you all throw yourselves off a bridge into a pit of spikes, compared to the pit of spikes on the video game "Mortal Kombat" on the level called "The Pit".

I'd like for any, AND ALL, gender-queer and gender fluid folks to KILL THEMSELVES by jumping off a cliff and guaranteeing your deaths by having a pit of LITERAL SPIKES (aka stalagtites) to impale yourselves so that you bleed out and so that you never bother me again in the angle of "MAYBE HE'S JUST NOT READY..." mentality.

To those of you, reading this, saying "Wow, he protests too much." I say "KILL YOURSELF."

I'm serious.

If you are any version of a "gay", KILL YOURSELF.

I'd really appreciate it, as I have ZERO INTEREST in your "CREATIVE SEXUALITY" and I'd really love for you to kill yourself/yourselves and send me proof that you've died to MOQBOY@GMAIL.COM

That's all for this blog post. I hope you faggots kill yourselves and send me proof.

ALSO...if you'd like for me to receive any, AND ALL, of your money you've earned in the process of "EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY", send me what you've earned here:

Venmo: Doug's Venmo

CashApp: Doug's CashApp

PayPal: Doug's PayPal

The Term "Non-Binary" Is Probably Something Invented By The Faggots To Attempt To Confuse The Straights Into Gay Stuff

 If you are "non-binary" and you are reading this...kill yourself.

Okay...are they all dead? Good. Now, onto some serious stuff.

If the "non-binary" people out there, have a dick, and are pretending not to have a dick...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR GOAL?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON THE PLANET?! WHY ARE YOU ALIVE?!

If there are any straight people, who've been deceived by a "non-binary" person...reply to this blog post. Tell your story. Tell me how you've been deceived, and tell me what you would do to the "non-binary" person who deceived you.

If there are any people who've read Ready Player One AND Ready Player Two...tell me why Ready Player One is better than Ready Player Two. If there are any video game players out there who've seen that STUPID episode of Black Mirror where the two friends play "Strikers X" and then meet in person and kiss and there's no chemistry...reply in the comments section as to why that episode didn't end after they kissed and there was no chemistry. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TRY AND TRICK YOURSELF/VES INTO FALSE CHEMISTRY?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TRY AND TRICK YOUR BODY AND MIND AND SOUL INTO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T EXIST BECAUSE OF PIXELS ON A SCREEN?!?!

WHY ARE YOU READIN THIS IF YOU'RE NOT ALSO COMMENTING AND SHARING?!

If you are a fan of my creative processes...share this post and all of my previous posts.

If you are NOT a fan of my creative processes...KILL YOURSELF, or stop reading.

Send Me Hookers

Send me hookers who were born female and can get pregnant. Let me leave this pasture cube known as "WHAT'S POSSIBLE?!?" cause I'm only interested in having sex with women. I'd like to "spread my seed" for more of the world to experience straightness.

It's the way this world was meant to be. You need to let me leave this "faggosphere", or whatever you call it. There are thousands upon thousands of women I would have sex with right now, if they would flirt with me.

Not only am I good at expressing myself, but I'm also good at knowing when I'm not sexually turned on. If this upsets you...kill yourself. If this intrigues you...send me a comment in the comments section. If you don't know what a "comments section" is, it's the little "reply" button contained within these blog posts.

It occurs to me that there are probably many people who flung themselves off of buildings after seeing The Matrix or any of the Spider-Man movies. To those of you who've actually done that...finish the job and kill yourselves. If you've pelted yourself in the head with a hammer because of something I've seen or read...finish the job and kill yourselves. If there is only one of you reading this...kill yourself.

Just...kill yourself. I don't want to have anything to do with you unless you're a woman/girl/female whom I've been attracted to or whom I've yet to be attracted to.

The reason I've been protesting any (and all) advances put forth by men/man/boys is that I'm straight. If there was no protest, then you'd give yourself/yourselves a reason to keep advancing.

The truth is, if you're a faggot/gay/fancy boy/dandy, I want you to kill yourself. KILL YOURSELF AND SEND ME PROOF THAT YOU'RE DEAD.

it Occurs To Me That I've Been Being FUCKED WITH On An Astronomical Level

 Hey readers, another blog post here. I'm watching an episode of Sex Education (S02E05) and I've had a couple drinks. Some wheelchair kid just "dropped" some books for Maeve to pick up for him. DUMB.

The "voices" keep telling me "You're 'Y The Last Man.'". This would make sense, if there were no other men around my area, but there are other men around my area. I don't care about them.

Gillian Anderson is now doing asexual lesson on the vagina. I feel like there are "aliens", (literal or figurative) trying to get in contact with me. Some of these "aliens" might be virgins, waiting and hoping for sex advice from me.

Once, at a homeless shelter I was living at (two homeless shelters ago) some dude asked me how to set up his phone. I showed him, then he asked me HOW TO FIND PORN...duh dude. I didn't show him anything. I think he was asking for specific details, as in what kind of porn...I didn't say anything. I think this was another attempt from "the faggots" aka "the gays" to connect with me sexually. I didn't care to connect in that way.

Once there was a video I was paid to be in called "The Most Orgasmic Man Alive". In that video, I was scripted to say that I was having an orgasm, while I was completely limp. This video can be found on YouTube here: Is This The Most ORGASMIC Man In THE WORLD?!?!?!

I was not only limp, while we were filming this video, but I would have definitely had sex with this woman who introduced herself as "Layla", if the dude who she was with wasn't around.

Am I qualified to give sex advice? Yes.

Will I give said "sex advice" for free? No.

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