I am only writing for the sake of writing, nothing more.

I am uncomfortable, but I keep smoking and that’s getting me by. I realize that this is a war for my psyche and I truly feel as if I am battling an inter-dimensional force of adversaries that are wreaking havoc on my ability to metabolize certain specific psychoactive substances.

I’d really like to know how and why this is able to be done, in this day and age. How is it that people are able to circumvent my God given right and ability to research my own existence, expand my consciousness, utilize medications to my advantage, and truly realize my inner skills, as well as the ones that are facing outward, towards (You).

Take this for example:

Elite Pharmaceuticals

https://www.elitepharma.com/

>ART™: Abuse-Resistant Technology for a safer healthier you.

What it has in it, is abuse resistant technology within the actual tablet/capsule itself. Look, I am all for harm reduction, but I also do believe in the right & freedom of body. I was born in the body I was given, and if I have to review my options as to how I am going to antagonize NMDA receptors in order to reduce cross-tolerance with DA Dopamine receptors.

Whitey; ~~Slacker~~[FOCUS]; ~~In~~/VolCel; Ital-FagBot, Take My Shit; Make It Bogus!; Fuck muhSQull!; CreamCornmuhWiteSQUALL;

Srsly… what the fuck are/is they/anyone going to do about the fucking amazing things that are seriously miracles in their own right, but then again, gross displays of power; literally.

It has been one year since the moments I refer to as AdventureQ?[1], (Q? means Quest); and it was something you don’t really forget and you constantly question. That’s all I did, since that whole day. I interacted with the v2k in a way that was unseen, and definitely unheard of. There are many ways to describe what went on those days, but from what I felt, there was always and continues to be, a very Space Force vibe over everything, even though I have no clue what to expect when it comes to having any form of interaction. That could be a good or a, well, who wants to be scolded by the good guys? These people are sick, and that’s what it takes.

I was taken for a ride, in my mind, and it felt as if I had PRIV COMMS; like I could talk to voices in my head, let me tell you, it’s not a familiar territory for anyone that imagines it, it’s full on conversations. Here’s the thing, you don’t know whether or not you are originally communicating with something of sentient nature or just a voice simulator, but yet, these voices can be occupied by other people, and that’s where it gets really crazy, [thanks. That was nice. Imagine that cost money? That’s a pigfuck, and not fair, as usual. FLFE.] That’s an example. What just happened? Ok, I’ll interpret it, it was like a massage from a satellite. Only on one side of my body.

See? Tangent.

It’s being nice to me. It’s trying to butter me up. Yet it too feels like it can mimic quite a bit of an array of emotions, which, may or may not be just mine, reflected back to me. How spooky?

It all started with the idea that I was getting, I SHIT YOU NOT, a colonoscopy, and apparently, there was a piece of shit from the prehistoric era inside my colon.

That feeling alone, felt, anons, real. I can still feel it. You don’t forget these sorts of things. After getting traumatized from constantly trying to achieve what will always be remembered as a ‘salty doorknob.’ It was supposed to be a gift for my broke ass, but remember, never accept gifts. There is a reason why I say this. Even though there would be a point where gifts could have been exchanged, it still isn’t safe, due to middle-manning, and yes, THAT CAN HAPPEN.

Pretty much anything can, and that’s why I keep such an open mind. Here comes another stringer.

4-star General, KrazyGlue, XpressCode, -MO,[BR] Wingnut; Bugs+Brush which is why I knew [SHEILD+], haha kekkity kek kek that’s so qool, pacing the streets of NYC, broke a needle in your peck, [yo I fucking felt that shit, it was awesome yo], imagine the countdown, actually working, the fact that I know you’re there, even though there is just NO WAY you’d ever POP out to say, what’s up faggot, burner number, 000000 for all I care, you guys suck… anyway. Taking a shower, the organic food, people getting me high, [quantum entangled VooGoo dolls], front-load washer? [that was later, and at 3AM]

What does this have to do with Q? Fucking everything, above and beyond, scare event necessary, Future proves past, LARPING ISN’T LARPING WITH Q QUZ IT’S SWORDY & SHEILD? How about all the events during the summer, the PAPERPLANES?

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I know I’m not losing my mind. What about the oxycodone test that they made me take at the program I’m almost completely done with soon. Think about it, they knew they were listening in on a wavelength of communication that felt as if it could provide me with a couple of percocets and that would have been in my blood stream, and guess what? It wasn’t! Technically, these quantum streams are not congruent in nature. But at the same time, THEY CAN BE! It’s more than nuts, it’s OUT OF THIS WORLD! Guys they made me take the test THE DAY AFTER! It was like as if they KNEW they were doing this with me, and I had somehow agreed, even though technically, I’m all for research.

But people like me, need at least what Mike has in American Ultra, faggots. This is ridiculous. Think about it, but an anon + research SEE-THRU existence. I know that’s what was happening with SHEILD. It was almost as if she was raised that way. If it’s true that she has a twin, whether she’s good or evil is a very important question, because I know the good one went rogue with us, and she’s safe, somewhere…

You see, I can’t know. Anything. It’s a matter of safety for everyone I know. Whether you hear a voice of a friend in the background in the hospital, or you know there’s just got to be a group of people on the other end of the line, whether it’s a conference call, or just you and SHEILD It’s rarely EVER that way, and you know what?

Sadly enough, it feels like it could also be Wizards & Warlocks, The GateKeepers, whatever SHEILD said, or was it Q? Does anyone realize what this shit has done to normal everyday life? It’s a psychotronic war, and I DO FEEL IT. Yes, going down off methadone has its pains, its aches. Yet, do I have any bullet holes? Then again, I know some of you, did catch a few. Why? Needed to be stopped. Hopefully it was just wirelessly tazed. If you haven’t found out yet P-TenShul, you will.

What the fuck did they open up in that tunnel over in Switzerland? You know, near the LHC. There was a video that spoke about the negativity being brought out of everyone, like through nightmares or something.

Imagine, then imagine something able to see what you’re imagining. That’s what we’re talking about here, anons. It must be AMAZING. Your? Who? How? Thanks for fucking with MY WIFE. She asked me to marry her, faggot. She turns to me and says, “yo, will you marry me?” and I’m like, “yeah.”

The laughter.

The overlap.

I feel like she should be crying. I want to all the time.

I really am such a faggot.

But in actuality, if I just had the means to support myself, and my medication actually worked for me, I’d be so much happier. But here’s the thing, are they good? Are they bad?

Am I good? Is the fact that I need to adjust my consciousness to feel comfortable enough to talk about things of this nature at this point in my existence that big of a FUCKING DEAL?!

Too bad. I like to be high while I work, fucking deal with it. As long as I can afford my prescriptions/street-shit I should be able to do it, as long as I am doing something that makes the world as better place for positive people.

The thing is, I don’t want to, ‘not cooperate,’ because (YOU) COULD BE AN ASSET ONE DAY, or (C_YOU_A) ARE ONE.

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