Suicide is permanent laziness maximized … Grab a Jim Jones soda and be too lazy to drink the fucker
I entered the archway made of sugar sheets crafted around pillars of sugar-rock. Colors in a bright creamy white world were vivid and my eyes tasted the blueberry skies. Like a slurp.
This archway let to the gingerbread gate of the CCDC of F
The Candycane Death-castle of Fun
I asked the little walking pencil fellow what was up. He said:
“This is hell. I wish somebody would pick me up and write with me.”
So he was a chocolate pencil. I wrote on the vanilla stone street at the gate:
He giggled. I had a hard time writing with him! So I named him “#3”. He thought I meant he was a hard #2 and frowned, pouting. So I threw him in the nacho cheese fountain.
He laughed and said, “Whee!” and pronounced a curse on me- a blue button on my chest. He said to not push it or I die. Then the rabbit next to me pushed it. I lost consciousness as the rabbits started to stab me with candy cane swords.. And they opened my belly.. Ran 34 feet of intestines out and skipped rope with it.
I was not yet dead. Little Bo Peep showed up and saw the bloody mess. She knelt down and felt my pants for change. Then she exclaimed, “Oh boy! You are a BOY! I am a virgin.” She started to play with my ding dong, and in any other circumstance, I would be down with that I guess. But in hypovolemic shock, I seized up.
Little Bo Peep shouted:
I must save you
And took my pants off.
Robby Rabbit scurried up to my head. He said:
“You have to push the blue button a bunch of times to DIE, man! Want help?”
I nodded YES
SO the story ends with Little Bo Peep getting her dungeon freak on with my lower torso with a spatula, Crisco, tweezers, her naughty parts… and Robby Rabbit jumping up and down on the blue button, grunting:
Ngah! Wuh! Nff! Pah!
Finally it worked. I blacked out. And then I opened my eyes and I was in this Edmonton Alberta dumpster outside of She-Who Seafood Emporium. With a cell phone duct taped into my crack with a note that said: “Blog your DREAMS, Asshole- or die!!!”
So I don’t want to die and go back there.
Cults in the USA abuse people
Janet did work that said “No”
I have seen “cult”
I painted a picture of a girl in court
Survivor with daddy
Are there happy endings?
There are living endings
There IS reality
There is a katakujutsu that is unschooled
Who was Janet Reno?
My face and unlit cig
Thank God for watchers that tough!
Living in a cult is-
“Thank you, O | The Reality | for Reno. ‘Winner’.”
– Andrew HarrisΩn, Oregon
Non-denominational psycho-cult survivor
Go tantric! Extend it. Obviously sex is no longer attractive… Make your body a rod device of energy to receive.
Want attention? You whore! Haha
Get high, low, go trippy- acting! Driving fast on the PIR, throw a cigarette in front of a cop- big damn deal. (That is a way to flirt. It works. I did that. She LIKES me. I like the smell of death on Ofc. Katie. Step-sister FANTASY)
So you see, semi-sexual fantasy about women in uniform is ballast for me to stay
I f***ing don’t know WHY
Maybe its because my gf missuz yells
And I hate it
But her parents both died
And I will not cannot betray her leave her ALONE ALL GODDAMN ALONE no
What is a heavy crush on the woman who keeps asking how I am po po posie ninja star Tinkerbell forged in hell…
She is SO PRETTY too
God must be laughin
FATHER!! Its MY … ISLAND!!-
Oregon is MY ISLAND!!
Kill the English
Die! Die! Die! Die every day
Dye every day crimson
Body malfunction is not DEATH
ITS BIO MATTER
To a simpleton american christian body end is hell… Thanks 4 nothing, preacher
What is real?
More than Life?
Why find out?
If you are suicidal, how much Bible you gagged on? How many at church touch or rape? Lots. Come out and be separated…
But not angry athiests- fuck you. You are closet psycho christians. Fuck you rogues. Repent and “be” and “live” YOU WANKERS!! You fuel suicide rightz, DIX!!
Samahanand Akahn, a doctor in Libya with 19 wives and no children slowly felt despair that all his seed was dead. He thought he could not have true eternal life without at least a daughter. So he trained to be a cop and became close with police women who were ten years younger- at least his fatherly caring came thru. He never inappropriately touched any of them. He was rich and could have any woman. But he wanted to risk his neck for inner peace that a police officer woman or two would be little sisters.
Members of the Hifa sect of Bedoin cultic christianity accused him of lasciviousness. Called his polygamy totally immoral. Picketed his house with signs. One sign read that he had sex with a police woman.
Samahanand called the PD on THAT day, resigned verbally to an operator and shot the man holding the sign that said “Samahanand and Mary… porking in a tree”. Two powder sprays of blood misted dark red out of the christian’s head, skull-pop resounding… followed by a shot to the abdomen. Samahanand, who DID have a close relationship with Marie Itzakrantz, a half- Jewish sniper, he was falling in love with her. They only had coffee. He was going to put his wives in a bigger house and honour them as mothers to the orphans they took care of when they were not drinking ouzo and sunbathing and living wanton.
Marie was like no other
He expressed his love as fire and slipped. He knew he had to cut off from the police. He thought then, he had commited love suicide… he must have! He turned around and went to Arder Well in Hajraan by the charter school, put a Lelu blade over his head strung to a line of rope and dropped a brick down a well. A Lelu, I will not describe because I cannot prove he used a Lelu razor halo. A beheading tool. He was not seen alive. His deceadant body missing a head. Skull is in the well. Dental records show a mouth full of gold!!
I need 2 volunteers to fly to Abaandanandi, Nigeria with me around January 15th, 2017 to retrieve the skull and teeth. Also- there is a 10 million dollar reward for catching the killer. It was the Lelu and gravity. All tragedy. Big deal. I WANT 10 million dollars. I will share $800,000 split two ways. You have to trust me.
Trust that I bullshit brown chocolate whipping cream outta my ass
I am golden! 🙂
Did that move you? It moved my colon
I gotta shit more poop now
And message me… I really am going
Its a $100,000 reward and it happened in Congo. 6 wives, not 19.
We will hold funeral services for the doctor…
Neeyaa neeya WEE WOO blee blo …
You have entered the Twilight zone
Get high on me and you are
Angel destructor Apollyon flew over my head… Banshees over my viscera screamed, “Your doctor does not care if you DIE!!”. I say back, composed:
I am the apollo… I have my doctor in my iBod..
Banshees: “Stupid you! You need a degree!”
Me: “I do.”
Me: I have a private anarchy cookbook I wrote in my head on how to make MDMA better-than-ecstacy fibro pain med in a soda made at home, and I can make intravenous opium at 1/3 the strength of ED morphine.
Banshes: That IV crap? You went into shock
Me: And I never felt more alive
Me: No, I will just smoke the raw opiate. And the dextrorphan I no longer need because it permanently muted my nervous system. I rock. Scary stuff. God gifted me with ThinkTank. Wisdom too. Doctors cannot condone this. I cannot haphazardly tell anyone. But others do this too.
Hurry up and legalize the dextromethorphan poli analogue opiate
Ps (I am yawning because I am tired of waiting on news of new wave of safe non-addictive dxm-1248163264128-anon. And on and on… Fibunachi on…
Profits NYSE hue mongus green
Back to you a bless-ing
Apollo’s wicked children are so now A-OK with me
But I wish for death daily
Abandoned with no GP because they say Herefmditary Angioneurotic Edema is a split borderline personality in me and blame me for costing $5,000 in ER to save my pain and life
I’m a god too
I can do brain surgery reading the Bible
Apollyon descends to Earth and … I don’t know- “WASTES THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYONE! Rarr!!!”- I don’t know
I am not a christian or a priest molester. My Mayahana faith is strong. Geez, I even like your Jesus- all the lectures my Christian Scientist christian dad delivered, being a gp but letting me go into hypovolemic shock and HE with his APOLLO authority spread to all doctors that I was bipolar. He knew damn fuckin well I had HAE.
INTERNAL BLEEDING of plasma… 15 lbs in 20 minutes tearing a 13 year old boy’s gut open- I have TWO fucking hernia scars like two vaginal birth holes. Shit! And I still love my dad. Super smart and a total asshole until he had a stroke. His brain swollen and eyes popping, yellow says to me:
“Andrew.. I am scared.”
Fuck you doctor dickweeds
I nursed and doctored an all time loser! My evil dad. I forgave because everyone else in the fam is not as intelligent as me and him. He screwed up. In his stroke, I saw hereditary angioedema swell his brain. A third of the stars of synapse energy left his brain. Dragon swipe? Meteor.
He refused cumadin. Stupid! Stupid! Called it rat poison. Arrogant. Foolish. A better man than me, still. I was an amoral alcoholic good for nothing. Now I do patient advocacy, voice lightly that Delsym is not just for coughing. It improves other things. It contains dextroflubber- useful for diabetis, fibromyalgia, combat nerves, and illicit blood pressure games by mongloid goth kids afraid to play with themselves. They get high to unfeel. Well a lot of those kids (DXM Facebook) are awesome, now. They used, STOPPED, and monitor the site for humanist endeavor. I helped a little. I got addicted to Triple Cs in analogue form found at Dollar Store. OHSU branded me an OPIATE USER from my scars from repeated infusion. I am banned from ER. So it is up to me to face a larengeal swell and die gasping in hell. I have a plan ready to produce CO gas in a Honey Bucket outhouse by the nearby baseball field. All I need is 30 briquets and a match and note. If I am swelling in the throat.
There is a 5% chance I will. I bet throat closure makes you bigger than Jesus Christ. I’m good. I mean I think if I get rocked, the aliens Carl Sagan dreamed of will watch impressed. Then karmic winds of condemnation and funny accidents of “chaos” will come alive. Doctors who cursed me will get sick, slip on a bar of soap. I will laugh. You still will never suffer like I did. For 40+ years. I glory over you.
Walk in my light. I am a little moonbeam. I do not like doctors. I love them like my dick of a dad who was a genius. Ya cannot throw away genius.
Doctors, sit down. I can roast you like YouTube roasted cops for brutality. Read:
You have done great things
Like act like god more than be godlike
We don’t need ego
Super ego max
1% of your patients are intelligent
98% are sheep
The rest are genius and you either like me and my genius friends or are schizoeffect paranoid
I will never sue a doctor… unless I feel I can follow thru
I’d rather spank your face
This is largely for male doctors
My female doctors have a special body with me- my cerebral knowledge of carnal cerebrum in verbal intercouse leaving them aglow
I am the cult of personality
Purified by fire and time
I will have a Win Win Win before 2020 CE- mark my words, I will aggressively negotiate, one patient at a time my advocacy, but to ALL and on this rare occasion I say to ALL:
Doctor, patient… Me We
What the hell?!
The GREAT AMERICAN HAPPENING IS a modern revelation coming not of God magic in sky but sky INSIDE every American somatic body, human, male, female- awareness of RAW HEALTHY BEING and fuck opiates. Go to Kenya- get heroin in the hospital.
No opiates is the first WAVE of secularized Buddhism in America without even trying. It is very EASTERN to not use drugs at all…
I hate every day without breaks
I make my own
Whether 50mg dextrophan zet at 65 cents per day
Or going to my own homemade cube pool of semi-salinous water I have set at 99.5 F… Scorpian yoga pose, upright… 2.5 hours. I fall asleep, hit theta state and see shit and dream with my eyes open. You want to be me, then ask. I read my inbox here. Some of my info is FREE.
I want to make a living too and get off of disability and kick American’t ASS
One friend at a time
Swift into the right cheek!!
No bruise, no assault charge
Lift booty up
If you crash- you should have worn a parachute around me…
I float like a bumble bee
But I am only a www web log blog
F I R E F L Y
I’ve thought this before
My FIL died and menopause and ptsd and cannot sleep back pain *Bingo*
Bingo = I must love not “conceptual self” but CARE FOR the bod of me:
Think and pause- do not dwell too long on anything
Back pain- suicide ideation… wrote it down… Took a picture, valuing ny dark expertise in escape… Find the better deal is revenge and not escape
Not lawless, I do as I please, aim to keep my nose clean, walk barefoot in snow, e-mail the Kyron Horman Foundation and write “I have been a victim of crime (true), so BLESS you.
Because they must feel losses and victories in small ways like I do. I don’t want Kyron’s dad not to know that God gives power to boys in peril and not to fear. I am alive and broken. I may as well, inspired by the KH Foundation offer my gifts of insight to the FBI, not if I saw anything, but if I was cleared, to feel any evidence to tell them what I FEEL.
I believe material things can be programmed, not with scent but atomic lacing. Something you would find in reiki. Christians do not like reiki so it must be real. They call psyche evil. Psyche is all and everybody. I had a 1″ minature slug. It signaled to my occular senses that it was content. It froze. I put salve on it and it stretched to 3”. Almost kinky, I felt for its alien need and that was “creature care”. It signaled fear. I saw an orange aura of an image of its dark little soul. It was exceedingly creepy. Creepier than the slug slime. Not evil. Ghastly and sacred. Hallucination? Yes. The picture was made in my occular senses and the slug was a little witch. Sure. Did you believe all that?
I know humans emit a readable EMP. I volunteer to loiter legally at my city’s airport and look/ watch. IRL, no camera sees the presence like mano a mano, but I do not stare. I look thru. I was almost killed by a bad guy when I was barmitzfa age. I am broken and better- paranormal I see daily. I get sick of it.
Like when a little girl screams for FUN
That pitch should be in a cop’s arsenal or used for jogger defense! Everybody wants to save a little girl! Max attention = rapist, mugger FLEES
Rome unto The Norse
USA unto The Iraqi