there is no cooking.
there is no ritual.
there is me being the temple, holy and perfect.
there is you either being my knights, pretty much without fight, or no knights at all.
there are irl folks, those that know what irl means, those that very much know sitting and begging bs might be due to me myself having sit and begged for hours and days and months and years on this board.
those folks not only can assume, they know, bc told by me, that I do not allow for any annoyance whatsoever.
I posted stuff into the internet many times. amazing stuff, explaining the heavens, Godspeed and others.
how comes when I want to go grocery shopping to feel any value and joy at all bc you cunts stole from me and forced me into bs living conditions, you use this as an opportunity to attack, mock, ridicule, force me?
do you think it would be better to have me explain Godly stuff while shopping groceries? when my mind is irl? would that be helpful at all?
I do not allow for ritual, when I walk into a store and suddently the 4 mason colors show up, I will be pretty likely offended. I will be more offended, maybe sad, ridiculed, angry or anything else when you not only create a bs situation, but force me to educate by asking me questions or my simply annoying me, with your presense, with your looks, with sudden movements, with you saying stuff in the second it annoys most, when you have a bs or any strong smell at all.
I ask you again to not ever do ritual again and have those [ ] who think the universe would be better off when God himself is ridiculed.
I very much want to meet those that I create, with a bridal veil, without your bs thinking, with silence and respect.
I do not allow for times when my weed tastes bad. I do not allow for any attacks at all. I allow for you to be my Gods, Lords, angels and knights or not do anything at all.
I want every person that thinks irl would only be getting better when I suffer more [ ] by the end of this week. one chance to revoke after having gotten explanation and love by you, not by me.
I want every person that thinks folks without legs would grow legs again when I loose mine [ ] by the end of this week.
I want persons who plan ritual and hope for me working 9-5 next year [ ] by the end of this week.
I want persons who would do anyting at all, like look or talk in my presence stripped from all power while held to my duty.
I want those who not only use a torturing beep noise to try to break me, but claim it would be doing anything at all [ ] by the end of this weem.
I want that for those folks here and now, not those somewhere and somewhen.
Eloi Eloi? Consequences upstairs. eternal ones.