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Getting consumed in news articles and diverse cultures can trigger folks. Usually in a negative way when the product is created to produce that very feedback. Unfortunately, sometimes, I ejaculate that frustration on this forum. No apologies.
At one time, morning news shows inspired buoyant reactions. But as hordes of people turn their focus to apps and social media, as well as forums and Roku streams, the media was forced to dirty deeds — done dirt cheap. Let's use a schizophrenic news leader such as CNN for example. They incite alarming backlash while manipulating truth then blend positive stories to baffle you into an inferior state of guilt. Ugh. Nasty people, I know. Despicable.
Negative emotions keep the victim (viewer) coming back for more. Like an addictive drug. Or an abusive lover. Its infamous name is shock porn. And it's a big business today. One should question the risk, could they be instigating drama in this nation for views? Ugh. That suspicion has me wondering who exactly's behind Antifa. Those events would be serious violations of the people's trust.
I have a condition when engaged produces an enormous rush of energy and thoughts. When I was younger in my late teens, I was an unpredictable roller coaster ride. But never the violently outrageous kind, unlike folks I crossed paths with and read stories about. More so an emotional virtual thrill experience. I met fellers, and women with the condition that would get questionably excited which suggested trouble and self-defense. Once, I was almost mouth raped by a manic-depressive woman. Ugh. She wanted my penis in her mouth. I didn't wish to oblige her lust and rather felt disturbed by the incident. She was no looker, I was a misogynist sexist.
But never had I been that physical guy ... unless I was on medications or painkillers. Or Lsd. Yikes. That would later lead to binge drinking and spontaneous travels, solo editions. A few times, though, I had tag-a-longs. Midlife crisis MILFS find guys like me justifiable for their temporary insanity release. Ugh, amateur nymphomaniac is more like it.
On the other hand, the heavier medications sedated me to a point of no purpose for life. It blocked all emotions thus the robot persona — the origin of the NPC meme.
A couple of times, during prescribed pharmaceutical experiments orchestrated by medical employees that may have been retarded, not sure, I didn't ask, I found myself in the RLS realm — restless leg syndrome. Not sure why medical idiots sugarcoat the horror and claim it only affect the legs. Many of you Lookies have witnessed RLS behavior on Reddit, 4chan, and off-grid video-sharing sites. This is what I'm referring to:
www.kaotic.com
Demonically frightening, uh? I was that person at least four times not counting the neck twisting on its own as if the potion was trying to break my fucking neck. That's another nervous system destroyer. Happened several times. But RLS makes body positions and actions uncomfortable. Unlike the person in the clip above high on feel-good drugs, I wasn't. Imagine sitting, and suddenly, it feels like hell. Very discomfiting. Instead, you stand and it's relieved for a second. Returns. You begin to panic! You don't know what to do! Something's inside you! You move your arms up and down then reach as high as you can. And for a moment, a second, it's subdued but immediately returns with vengeance. Finally, you learn by twisting your limbs in awkward positions; you get better satisfaction. But once again, doesn't last long. You try laying down and twist your body—relief—agony returns.
These awkward shifts continue, sometimes, triggering panic of a variety of twists, turns, postures, shaking hands, fraying arms, and turning your neck to its limit.
As some of you already know, I found the remedy during the last mind-fuck "medically prescribed" experiment — walk. And I walked for miles, cities, then states. I walked for days, weeks, and months. I walked so long, I attracted ... SOMETHING ELSE. I had no idea what I was witnessing but knew, instinctively, we're at the bottom of the food chain of intelligence. And all that money, power, possessions ... made sense. There are many damned people on this Earth. And they'll do whatever it takes to bring you down with them. Forget that Evolution theory and toss that garbage into a trash can, where it belongs.
Today, I don't medicate. I'm fully in control of my actions. However. When I do have episodes, I use a keyboard for release — my dragoman of delirium. Ah, yes, a keyboard psycho. But sometimes, the next day — or later that evening — like after heavy drinking — embarrassing.
Once I awoke with two women in bed. They were best friends and never considered sex with one another until they met me during an episode. "We had fun!" she said that morning but I felt conscience-stricken and the blame for that threesome of folly. "No, seriously! We had fun," her friend reminded me. But ugh, I couldn't face myself for what my mania roused — that wet and wild roller coaster of passion.
Expressing emotions during episodes using a keyboard is much different than verbal rants. There are more options and context alternatives and time to reconsider unlike oral articulation and restricted to revising what's been said. But still, some things I don't catch until the next day that shouldn't have been said. More so the words selected are inappropriate while trying to appreciate thoughtfulness.
For example. I made a comment about suicide being one hell of an option in the thread below:
looksmax.org
What I meant. It shouldn't be on the table regardless of what you're enduring or aspiring to achieve—referring to folks wasting tons of resources exploring space when the thorough probe of humanity and Earth is neglected. But if you insist you need to know what's out there ... and you can't wait until your natural departure date ... only one way to find out.
I flavored it with too much smart-asssium. After reviewing it, better words should've been chosen.
Writing from one's soul, mind; episodes in my case, the reader should take caution. I mean no harm to any person. I long for peace on Earth and human being love. I have a knack for drama, though. If privileged to break freedom of speech rules, like mainstream media abuses, I do not qualify. So I try to respect our nascent communist nation but due to my condition, perhaps, from now on, I'll consider a third voice review.
The next, and final thread is the annihilation of the theory of evolution. This will change everything.
STAY TUNED
At one time, morning news shows inspired buoyant reactions. But as hordes of people turn their focus to apps and social media, as well as forums and Roku streams, the media was forced to dirty deeds — done dirt cheap. Let's use a schizophrenic news leader such as CNN for example. They incite alarming backlash while manipulating truth then blend positive stories to baffle you into an inferior state of guilt. Ugh. Nasty people, I know. Despicable.
Negative emotions keep the victim (viewer) coming back for more. Like an addictive drug. Or an abusive lover. Its infamous name is shock porn. And it's a big business today. One should question the risk, could they be instigating drama in this nation for views? Ugh. That suspicion has me wondering who exactly's behind Antifa. Those events would be serious violations of the people's trust.
I have a condition when engaged produces an enormous rush of energy and thoughts. When I was younger in my late teens, I was an unpredictable roller coaster ride. But never the violently outrageous kind, unlike folks I crossed paths with and read stories about. More so an emotional virtual thrill experience. I met fellers, and women with the condition that would get questionably excited which suggested trouble and self-defense. Once, I was almost mouth raped by a manic-depressive woman. Ugh. She wanted my penis in her mouth. I didn't wish to oblige her lust and rather felt disturbed by the incident. She was no looker, I was a misogynist sexist.
But never had I been that physical guy ... unless I was on medications or painkillers. Or Lsd. Yikes. That would later lead to binge drinking and spontaneous travels, solo editions. A few times, though, I had tag-a-longs. Midlife crisis MILFS find guys like me justifiable for their temporary insanity release. Ugh, amateur nymphomaniac is more like it.
On the other hand, the heavier medications sedated me to a point of no purpose for life. It blocked all emotions thus the robot persona — the origin of the NPC meme.
A couple of times, during prescribed pharmaceutical experiments orchestrated by medical employees that may have been retarded, not sure, I didn't ask, I found myself in the RLS realm — restless leg syndrome. Not sure why medical idiots sugarcoat the horror and claim it only affect the legs. Many of you Lookies have witnessed RLS behavior on Reddit, 4chan, and off-grid video-sharing sites. This is what I'm referring to:
One More Reason to Never Touch the Drug "K9"
The synthetic drug known as K9 can cause various hallucinations and paranoia The hallucinogen is a mixture of industrial chemical components, such as synthetic molecules of tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) — the same hallucinogenic compound present in Cannabis. The drug can also be called spice, K2...
Demonically frightening, uh? I was that person at least four times not counting the neck twisting on its own as if the potion was trying to break my fucking neck. That's another nervous system destroyer. Happened several times. But RLS makes body positions and actions uncomfortable. Unlike the person in the clip above high on feel-good drugs, I wasn't. Imagine sitting, and suddenly, it feels like hell. Very discomfiting. Instead, you stand and it's relieved for a second. Returns. You begin to panic! You don't know what to do! Something's inside you! You move your arms up and down then reach as high as you can. And for a moment, a second, it's subdued but immediately returns with vengeance. Finally, you learn by twisting your limbs in awkward positions; you get better satisfaction. But once again, doesn't last long. You try laying down and twist your body—relief—agony returns.
These awkward shifts continue, sometimes, triggering panic of a variety of twists, turns, postures, shaking hands, fraying arms, and turning your neck to its limit.
As some of you already know, I found the remedy during the last mind-fuck "medically prescribed" experiment — walk. And I walked for miles, cities, then states. I walked for days, weeks, and months. I walked so long, I attracted ... SOMETHING ELSE. I had no idea what I was witnessing but knew, instinctively, we're at the bottom of the food chain of intelligence. And all that money, power, possessions ... made sense. There are many damned people on this Earth. And they'll do whatever it takes to bring you down with them. Forget that Evolution theory and toss that garbage into a trash can, where it belongs.
Today, I don't medicate. I'm fully in control of my actions. However. When I do have episodes, I use a keyboard for release — my dragoman of delirium. Ah, yes, a keyboard psycho. But sometimes, the next day — or later that evening — like after heavy drinking — embarrassing.
Once I awoke with two women in bed. They were best friends and never considered sex with one another until they met me during an episode. "We had fun!" she said that morning but I felt conscience-stricken and the blame for that threesome of folly. "No, seriously! We had fun," her friend reminded me. But ugh, I couldn't face myself for what my mania roused — that wet and wild roller coaster of passion.
Expressing emotions during episodes using a keyboard is much different than verbal rants. There are more options and context alternatives and time to reconsider unlike oral articulation and restricted to revising what's been said. But still, some things I don't catch until the next day that shouldn't have been said. More so the words selected are inappropriate while trying to appreciate thoughtfulness.
For example. I made a comment about suicide being one hell of an option in the thread below:
The Better Reset
Our wealthy parasites are causing the migrant explosion. They're withholding fuel for South America. They won't send them the fuel they need to function as a civilized land. We've made them a shithole. Explains why drug cartels, why the drug trafficking. They're desperate! WE CREATED THE...
looksmax.org
What I meant. It shouldn't be on the table regardless of what you're enduring or aspiring to achieve—referring to folks wasting tons of resources exploring space when the thorough probe of humanity and Earth is neglected. But if you insist you need to know what's out there ... and you can't wait until your natural departure date ... only one way to find out.
I flavored it with too much smart-asssium. After reviewing it, better words should've been chosen.
Writing from one's soul, mind; episodes in my case, the reader should take caution. I mean no harm to any person. I long for peace on Earth and human being love. I have a knack for drama, though. If privileged to break freedom of speech rules, like mainstream media abuses, I do not qualify. So I try to respect our nascent communist nation but due to my condition, perhaps, from now on, I'll consider a third voice review.
The next, and final thread is the annihilation of the theory of evolution. This will change everything.
STAY TUNED
