Yes, cocaine makes me jittery. I don’t like it. Now, Adderall and methamphetamine both work differently than cocaine (preventing reuptake of dopamine vs flooding dopamine), which both make me “feel” normal (no euphoria) but I can sit still for 48 hours straight, writing the whole time, mind being able to hold a stack of three paragraphs rather than three sentences of what I’m about to write.

But, that also led to major depression and not being able to write more than three paragraphs when sober, so I quit with my life partner’s help and now I’m just your average run-of-the-mill schizoaffective juggler, and you see how my authentic emanations are innately superior to what most people do with their lives. Ah, I shouldn’t punch down. After all, I couldn’t work at Walmart for twenty years. I’d kill myself!

Don’t worry, it’s written above your grade level. Part of the reason the CIA taught me how to employ dazzle camouflage is to make sure I don’t accidentally wake up children to the occult before they’re ready, cuz if you reflexively judge a book by, not even the cover, you just heard some shit from the author deliberately marketing his educational work to the people most in need of help, then you’re not a potential reader. You’re an animal.

Now go be butthurt cuz I know you can’t help it, being reflexively dependent on your emotional impulses and likely held up by a normative ethos complex with your chosen figurehead idols.

99% chance you refuse to reply or shoot out what you think is a dagger in my heart to then ignore any replies from me after that point. But maybe you’re different. Unlikely; statistically speaking, you’re a statistic, and from experience I can say I’ve had this conversation multiple times now!

God had me invent it. Complicated to explain, assume schizophrenia if you don’t know about the topological matrix you are, but there’s this word, supererogatory, which means to go beyond the call of duty. The hallmark example is stopping a purse snatcher. But, you can be forced to go beyond the call of duty. Thus, agneticism is what allowed humanity to rise out of Eden through the Agricultural Revolution, learning what objective good and bad are in the system they are not in but rather are.

I used meth to write my book (I genuinely have an ADHD component to my mental health but it still fucked my brain and I’ve been clean two n a half years), but now I just brute force this ish. I mean, I smoke weed. Drink maybe once a week. And I masturbate to achieve ecstatic gnosis, obviously (and NOT on offbrand Walmart Benadryl anymore), but I shit out 2k-7k words a day by being agnetic, which means I always go above the call of duty, voluntarily, and I’ve done this for about twelve years, sew I r a gud @ righting automatikly liek fer reel d00d.

Don’t focus on the book. Focus on you, growing as tall as you can living your best life, and the books will essentially fall out of you as long as you’ve done the work to get where you need to be.

The idea for the joke came from first thinking of 3d printed houses. I then thought “deconstruction,” but that wasn’t right, so then I had the idea that the government is going to replace all the houses for $49.95, and here we are.

This is Nintendo we’re talking about. They passed some divine wind while flying into our fackin’ ships. If Mario is anything but straight or butch, I’ll be amazed.

I like Escher. I did a project on him in Art class. We had one each year. I did Du Champ and Dali as well. I have become a fan of Basquiat recently because of my life partner.

That is for reconstruction purposes

If I was Mario I could male the bottom jump but I’m not so I die.

That is ideal window masturbating windoe, I must say. Better then Michael Bay windoe

I think builders will be buildering with three dee printing all day to make the world a shopping mall in decade.

$900.40? That’s a weird way to right that ish…

The intent of your second sentence requires no comma.

Adding the pause after now slightly changes the connotation of the implied meaning.

Now I’m going to become an artist.

Now, I’m going to become an artist, if XYZ.

That pause implies you’re going to follow it up with a conditional clause or similar.

But the path to the top of the mountain is made through regular, consistent effort rather than bursts of motivation and inspiration, but those definitely can help bring you to your destination. Best of luck! Consistency makes the lottery of gaining exposure a sure thing over the long run. The more seeds planted, inside and in medium, the more fruit can be harvested.

You win! You get a cookie! Just send me your banking information, SSN, date of birth, mother’s maiden name, blood n stool sample, a scrapbook of your foot prints, as well as a sample of your writing, and you will find a cookie in the trash over the next week. I’ve done this literally a trillion times, and half the time it works like 37% of the time, so it’s real, dude. Statistics like that are God, obviously.

Prove it!

Where the fuck you buying gad that’s $4009? Is this in 2029 money?