Ok...I'm doing something...and I picked a meme. 42% of people won't read this, approximately. Everybody is a stimulus-rsponse machine. Until they choose not to be. In this essay about how the reality of worchestershire spelled from memory is the same as...fuck I got an extra "h" in there...
But like, fuck, dude. I'm not drunk. I had two beers, as God GOADED me to do. I'm not good enough for a last temptation, cuz I have logos in regards to understanding the benefits to espirichemicalanilia, as it relates to the basic human condition.
What you say is not what's heard. You speak through the Father. It's Server, Client, Holy Internet. The Server is the Ālaya-vijñāna, the Buddhists call it. The storehouse consciousness. And all you and all else is defined by entanglements that will be reconciled.
So what you say doesn't matter. It's what you intend to say, and your skillfulness in saying it. The unskillful throughout history have died. The bad intentioned throughout history have died. Strange. It's like morality is a skill.
Holy shit you're not kidding.
Yeah, the memes are generally irrelevant and just there to lure people in, which he openly states in condescending ways sometimes.
Like, "you braindead zombies are too braindead to read my genius takes so I need to lure you in with braindead memes to spread my gospel." (Paraphrasing, but that's the gist)
Do you ever know where the big bopper went? He's a cop now.
Is that one of your imaginary friends? Take your meds.
No he was a musician.
Nah, it's to see which Romans stab with a spear, as you're doing. Y'know other people see this stuff? I deliberately do this, just like that woman who visited the Samaritan Center in Syracuse is skimpy clothing so other people would see who stared at them. Investigators learn who I am. As in, I play a generalized character, so you're mocking a disabled person making art in a way that exposes...ah, you're prolly a good person, right? Gossiping like you are. That's what good people do.
So let me get this straight... you post insane ramblings as a part of some sort of sting operation to catch people who are rude to you on the internet?
Okay... interesting use of your time... I hope you get help...
No, that's just one of my roles.
I think eleven year olds have feet. I have long since suspected this fact, but I do not know. Also, more? Like, there's at least seven types of people I'm networking with. And they don't read this. And those that do, well, they're seeking help. I help people be better people. That's my main duty. I do education, and I market it. The favt that you choose to oust yourself as an idoltarer is just bonus to what I do.
Alright, you can keep living in your own little world that you constructed for yourself. That's fine.
Maybe Golohab and Tagiriron mean something to you. If not, its fine, but stop pretending to be some new messiah. You're not educating anyone. You're only broadcasting your own delusions of grandeur.
No Gottleib abd Targaryan don't mean anything to me, just as phenomequalitesselation means nothing to you. I know the rates a person gets caught in my orbit. I knew how to get 100k-250k views on my profile per day six years ago. It's unsustainable and you can't work with everyone who gets caught in your orbit. Lemmy is a little different. It doesn't have a depth of culture. Even the occult communities don't know what to do with me cuz they're used to dealing with you. I break systems, bro. With my giant, adamantium balls. You rockin' what the freelights doth wither, or do I need to bring a spoon for you, too?
...riiigght. Well, I know in your headcanon you probably think you just delivered some deep burns but I'm actually kinda sad for you that you don't realize how deeply delusional you are.
So... have a nice day, I guess?
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Retard think WE, as in, us two, are communicating privately.