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.
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.