Sliced Cucumber: Not For Me

I don't like things that take the place of insertion. There is no insertion in my life. Needles, yuck. What about you? Are you an insert to humanity? My Spirit Guides are not insulted. Insert the insult. Assert yourself. Insulted? Don't be. I didn't insert anything into the pickle jar of stupid. Gay Marriage? Yes.

Arrogance: A World Premiere

I grew up as the lowest low. The downfall of men if they turn to it. No one wanted me.

Except...

Chance. He didn't enjoy the parade, though.

At the end of the day there wasn't a lot to say about anyone in my life. Well, Kristen is a youtube entertainer. My dad a former Comp Guru. My mother a whiny housewife who just wants appreciation and everyone knows Rachel would not have gone to Innercept if Bev hadn't thrown out the Ritalin.

In the end, Rachel stands high, dry, and proud. Well, I did it! I really did, didn't I? I saved the world!

How?

No.... I can't tell you how many times I thought the world was about to end. Listening to Wonder Boy as I came home from the walk, satisfied in the premier effort of the unstoppable stealer of hearts in her new memoir series, which might take awhile to endure the appreciation of God before he steals it back to heaven, with Rachel.

Did anyone die? Yeah, Jason and Emily. Those were "bad trees." Huh? Are Caleb and Hiram bad seeds than?

No one said that, dildo for brains. They didn't get proper health nourishment as a child.

And so on... The ranter rants...

I'm the only real person in my life. And I'm second only to Jesus, the last Conscious Mission star.

"Always remember Jesus was first." -Rachel

Stan Turnpike: The Last Straw

Why?

Actually, Stan you are kind of wimpy. I could mope but you don't believe me and let me feel weird. I hate this blog.

Stan went on to become a bus driver.

DON'T GIVE AWAY BOOK SECRETS!!

Encore!

I don't care about getting off at all thank you very much.

[Abrupt ending]

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Fire! J/K! Fire! J/K! Fire! J/K!

Sick Pleasure: A Financial Ruin

What is sick pleasure?

It means being happy when someone else is miserable. If I am happy, and I think about unhappiness at the same time... That's called SICK pleasure. That's SICK.

If you are happy, and someone else is not happy... How DARE you?! How. Dare. YOU. Fud. Don't go there.

Also, sometimes there are situations that are very weird that come up that immensely make me laugh. If I laugh, but I don't. I don't laugh. I just stare and fixate.

Note: the last paragraph was true sick pleasure

I am early virtuous and dark. However, dark souls like being dark souls.

They don't like liking things they actually don't like, however sometimes they like sex better when they are dark souls. So maybe I should stop worrying altogether!

I hate parts of my life like the r-word. No I don't think rape is funny. I think it is terrible. My life is a cartoon show.

You Seem Anxious and Talkative Today

Well, my day started with me waking up thinking about Hiram and Caleb and what the fuck I was thinking when I posted the status about them in 2020 that I don't want to remind people of. Then what? I got high. On coffee. Then how did you cope? Umm... Well I posted a status online apologizing. It was woo. What other problems has the woo caused you? Horrible ones and people are sending me bad energy. Because of the noise of the keyboard. Linguistics fucked. Nicotine. Resume typing. I am too embarrassed but I would because I want to grow in power traits. Anyone in my position, given the circumstances.

Would continue living because you grow in rare power traits toward the end of the mission that are very respected. And glorious. Can I even write coherently? No.