No it doesn’t exist, silly

Bro, there is no such thing as a “self.”

Do you like to fondle your own self, my dude?

Hey, I got a trick question for you;

The Earth. Is is it round or flat?

Fuxk I spelled just wrong. Guess .y life if over

I certainly do. I’m a Mormon Occultist and a master baiter. I said, I’m a fisher of men. Someone will respond, and if they don’t, I’ll jist start talking to myself and have a real funky time.

It’s the same con game

I can bike alright, it’s just a trillion degrees here every day

Yea, it’s the confidence that those gentlemen were artists at.

Confidence arts

Con arts

That’s why it’s called that

I can’t drive because I am neurodivergent and traumatized, so I get panic attacks when I drive. It’s too fast, too much power and responsibility and my schizoautismo brain shuts down not knowing what to do. So I ride my bike everywhere.

This is who I am. I identify as a Mormon Occultist, and so I am. But I don’t identify as an alcoholic, so I’m not. I’m gunna get into stand-up with this bit, I think.

Certainly art needs walls to be

As potential approaches infinity

Defines limits to your creativity

Solve problems; way of humanity

Do not bring up how deep fourteen year olds are around me. This is not what I need to be thinking about in my new Mormon life.

It’s two weeks, silly. That’s how you con an entire country. You just keep the people living paycheck to paycheck thinking it’s all going to change if they just work hard enough to push through this next bit. That’s what’s keeping the machine working, where y’all are cogs n gears n shit

Debt do does what it will and won’t do, so I don’t, and that’s why I don’t pay my taxes. Also, in other news, I cost taxes.

Protip: you can count to one by counting your dick, but some people will count zero instead.

My favorite insult of all time involves telling someone to go count their dick

Blessed are the bees who make this honey I’m injecting into my eye. It’s blue, but I think that’s because we l9ve right next to an M&M factory.

I would pay seven figures to be the caboose in a human centipede

You are reacting to masses but attributing caricature as if the masses were individuals. You’re being played by the game. On any story there’s X% of people who are fuming over it, but its not the same people. You’re reacting to the system but treating broad categories as persons. By default, you’re strawmanning, and there’s power to that, but until you grow out of that mindset, you are ruled by the strawmen you create for yourself, or rather, who our cultural engineers create for you.