OMG, I simply must ask you a question:
Considering the fact that you are a self-proclaimed AVID consumer of the Evil Weed, would it not make sense to grow your own crop so that you always have some of it on hand?
Should I add that to the list of literal infinity, Quence?
I mean, I was sorta hoping to just write a book and then use the money from the book to...
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Do that.
And then use the money from that to make Star Trek in the backyard...
And then I was planing on scaling that up to create past creation itself...
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Literally... but, like... I mean, I guess if I was just some lame little idiot like you I could take a giant chunk of the time I spent thinking past thinking and instead devote that time to... whatever tha'fuck you're even babbling on about... or, and, this might seem a bit strange to you Quence... but maybe you could keep your hands to yourself and stop being rapey with other people's lives.
You do you.
I'll just keep being me. It's working out REALLY well... so, maybe don't try to "help" unless you have like a bankrupt video game studio in desperate need of an asshole with every awesome idea in existence.
Or if you're NASA... I could work with NASA...
Matthew Moulton on Gab: 'https://notthebee.com/article/nasa-just-doubled-the-chance-that-this-asteroid-will-strike-earth-in-the-next-decade/ Hey @NASA_Official now that you've got your binged budget on the purge, maybe you can sober up and we can end this irrational issue...
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But could NASA work with me? If not... should we really trust them to be looking for completely alien life? I mean, they can't even get along with me and I'm the most alien thing in the presumed present!
Here's an idea Quence... you know how all the crazy little blue haired liberals buy each other sugared caffeine all the time? You know the "buy me a coffee" crowd... why don't you try doing that, but with weed!
You could fund my weed, Quence!
Contribute to creation creating past creation! I bet that would impress God!
Of course... you'd have to get over wanting to rape control of others, cause... you can keep yourself from weed, but if you try to keep me from the weed... I will make your perception eat itself while you are still alive... with words.
I actually can't do that, but there's this particular percentage of... not that human... who are susceptible to suggestion. Meaning, there are people who are looking to be different, so different that if you present any opportunity to ~be~ different... they'll act out like they're living in a fuckin Matrix and they'll become whatever you tell them to become.
That's kind of a funny when you think like...
Cluck like a chicken!
I have a better one...
Think like God!
Do you think they'd ever be able to stop?
Do you know what Dunning Kruger is?
Well now you do!
I can unnerve your nerves with augmented awareness.
Just like that...
Uh, sorry, I'm trying to write the "mirror scene" bit... I need to make it like a total blistering mind fuck of realization or it's not going to read very well.
Okay, from the top, Matthew speaks in God...
*snaps reality*
Aaaaaand...
ACTION!
You can buy me weed Quence. Or you can just send my mom money. She likes to snort it. Money. One time I asked her what she thought it smelled like... she said "justice".
Send my mom some "justice", Quence!
Let her smell your money!
I'm kidding, we'll wash your money first... you can you know, that's how you can determine real money from fake money... you can wash it... at a bank.
You give them smelly used Quence currency and they exchange it for "the good stuff"... I guess nothing beats the smell of "fresh money".
My mom doesn't like sniffing the cheap stuff, she wants the crispest bills.
Why?
Uh... she likes "the first crumple". It's like she's seducing the currency. Like a hive queen caressing her loyal dollar bees, she likes counting and compartmentalizing them with the care of a cautionary Jew living in Purge Land.
My mom dreams of digging secret underground tunnels to hide treasure in.
She is convinced there are secret underground treasure caves in Germany where Jews hid their money and then they died and no one is even aware of the secret underground treasure caves... wait, is this the plot to Goonies?
German Goonies
Goonies 2: Electric Boogaloo