Ok…I’m doing something…and I picked a meme. 42% of people won’t read this, approximately. Everybody is a stimulus-rsponse machine. Until they choose not to be. In this essay about how the reality of worchestershire spelled from memory is the same as…fuck I got an extra “h” in there…
But like, fuck, dude. I’m not drunk. I had two beers, as God GOADED me to do. I’m not good enough for a last temptation, cuz I have logos in regards to understanding the benefits to espirichemicalanilia, as it relates to the basic human condition.
What you say is not what’s heard. You speak through the Father. It’s Server, Client, Holy Internet. The Server is the Ālaya-vijñāna, the Buddhists call it. The storehouse consciousness. And all you and all else is defined by entanglements that will be reconciled.
So what you say doesn’t matter. It’s what you intend to say, and your skillfulness in saying it. The unskillful throughout history have died. The bad intentioned throughout history have died. Strange. It’s like morality is a skill.
The bad intentioned throughout history have died.
i fucking wish. evil never dies
Its really not hard.
wuss-tur-shur.
Did you uh… Mix anything with those beer, guy?
Like six shots of tequila?
Or cocaine?
All this guy’s posts are like this. It’s like quasi-religious schizophrenic word salad.
In other words, painfully reminiscent of my journals from my mid-twenties…
I was thinking ayahuasca without a shaman.
“whatsthisshitfor”
In order to gain something, you have to learn to let go first.
Washyoursister sauce?
The first time I heard this was in one of Liam’s videos and it still.makes me smile
Woooooostersheeer?
wooster sure?
Wostasha.
It’s pronounced “wuh-stir”.
Also, drink some water, OP.
Close. It’s wuh-stir-shirr.
