Do you want to funk?

squiggles2

squiggles2

mentally ill (schizophrenic)
So collective, as earth's preeminent authority figure on speaking in a commanding voice to God, the aliens, or whatever entity is actually pulling the strings and forcibly taking over people's bodies to make them jump out of moving cars, tell me something.

37 minutes without being able to form a thought. Is that a stroke? I think I had a stroke, but I didn't have any pain associated with it.

I pulled off my best Cincinnatus impression just now. I took up my rake and dethatched the front yard for over an hour after I was done with my dictatorial command. I'll leave the product. You can come and check.
 
Since I got so graciously pinged during that last thought, let me put it down into words here.

Let's all hope and pray for the next "topside".

That time when all of our struggles are made right by a momentary reward for all the suffering that we've been through.

Is there anything else I can ruin for you all?
 
Just because I am never on that side of the fence and I won't capitulate doesn't mean you should keep doing this to me. Maybe you will want to let me be one day.
 
So, all your facepalms do to me is make me realize that I am right about this. I'm joking but not really.

Go ahead. Do your next terrible thing to me and I'll tell everyone else about it and spoil whatever it is that you try to do to control humans again.

I do not give a shit anymore. I am in the position of power to be able to communicate to everyone what is happening.
 
Don't worry. I'll build and install my own fucking generator even though I never wanted one. Don't worry.

I'm survivorman after all.

I don't need you for any of this. You doing anything at all is a bonus in my life.
 
Yay, I like it when someone breaks my train of thought.

I'm not going to say what I was going to say now! Thank you.

Still dethatching though. Almost done for tonight.
 
That genuinely made me happy. Kinda like survivor man finding a single snail to eat and share it with the rest of the audience.
 
I wasted this batch of k. It was a different strain though. Hit in the wrong part of my brain and had something bad happen as a result. Not good. Try again.
 
Cincinnatus and Diocletian can eat my dick. Eat shit everyone that doubted me. I'm still here. Barely. Pictures will follow. When I am able to do so.
 
Here we are locking eyes as we touch sexy love. I hear you say "never me!" so I stay and feel the heat. Going away means I cry. Away mean I cry. Away mean I cry. So so don't you go. So so won't you ever go. Oh no! Don't go!

Without you I'm walking down a rainy street on a windy night. Without you I'm wishing for you to fall back into to to my life. Without you I'm walking down a rainy street on a windy night. Without you I'm wishing for you to fall back into to to my life.

Going away means I cry. Going away means I cry. Cause you going away means I cry. Away means I cry cry cry cry. So so so don't you ever go! Oh no don't go!
 
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