Curiouser and curiouser
Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 9:05 am
So I wake up to feel my body paralyzed. This gives me great pleasure to feel the numbness of my still arm (My other arm was not paralyzed.) I stroke it up and down, in great pleasure of the suffering.
I also wake up to a headache in half of my brain, whata stroke of good fortune indeed.
In such great suffering and pleasure, I only grow stronger and stronger in power, my power immeasurable at this point. Perhaps the retard was right, perhaps there are suchthing as "beons" after all, though whata poor name to describe the wonders of the spirit! Through the degradation andsuffering of my filthy body I feel my wisdom only grow stronger, and more powerful. Drowining in thoughts of my own vomit, I cannot help but feel immense power. I am unable to escape my own destruction...how wonderful indeed!
I feel as though I am a black hole, why I feel as this is currently beyond your comprehension but in the footnotes I will explain why. As my starving, shaking body grows weaker and weaker, my spirit only grows stronger and stronger. i cannot help but feel satisfaction at the thought of my filthy body vomiting uncontrollably, and becoming utterly destroyed. Perhaps this is the source of steven hawkings true genius, his genius and obssession with black holes acquired through his paralyzing, paraplegic suffering.
You must think me quite mad, and I most certainly am. However, I'd say I am much wiser than you, currently. For in your limited state you are not quite sane at all. For I am able to see from all perspectives, and i understand your limited perspective more than you wish to admit. I feel my mind become so powerful that i can no longer tell my left from my right? After all, what purpose does that serve. I am so powerful that I could will myself to death even, damaging my body with only a thought. Utter power, utter control. My heart jumps for joy at this, yes I am so powerful I can make my heart burst out of body wit h sheer delight, my only reserve being that I need to instruct you humans with more essentials.
important footnotes:
If you are a sane man I consider you to prove this beon rubbish. its simple really, just push somoeone to teh edge of death, starting from 100 percent to 0 zero percent and if they can some how retain their inner spirit through all this maybe they are more than the sum of their parts
other important footnotes
why do i feel like black hole? Well collapse in on myself. Why black holes can never be measured? Simple, time travel. Once you go through black hole you go backwards in time. thus black hole is like a filthy, cosmic beating heart, the life blood of big bang and galaxy, sucking it all up and pumping it out again, in it's filthy cosmic orgy
am i mad? yes, quite so, yet nothing i say is rubbish, only rubbish is what fill your ears from the common opinion
Why dont i dial 911? No reason, ive done so before, said nothing was wrong with me, i should stop wasting their time, and that i was quite mad (which I most certainly was) and left me to drown in my own vomit later that night
i still think i have a bit of physical energy left to get the job done, or rather, continue my legacy to you filthy apes
i feel that my boredom with existence is so great i cannot help but will myself to death, making pathetic attempts to keep myself alive
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I also wake up to a headache in half of my brain, whata stroke of good fortune indeed.
In such great suffering and pleasure, I only grow stronger and stronger in power, my power immeasurable at this point. Perhaps the retard was right, perhaps there are suchthing as "beons" after all, though whata poor name to describe the wonders of the spirit! Through the degradation andsuffering of my filthy body I feel my wisdom only grow stronger, and more powerful. Drowining in thoughts of my own vomit, I cannot help but feel immense power. I am unable to escape my own destruction...how wonderful indeed!
I feel as though I am a black hole, why I feel as this is currently beyond your comprehension but in the footnotes I will explain why. As my starving, shaking body grows weaker and weaker, my spirit only grows stronger and stronger. i cannot help but feel satisfaction at the thought of my filthy body vomiting uncontrollably, and becoming utterly destroyed. Perhaps this is the source of steven hawkings true genius, his genius and obssession with black holes acquired through his paralyzing, paraplegic suffering.
You must think me quite mad, and I most certainly am. However, I'd say I am much wiser than you, currently. For in your limited state you are not quite sane at all. For I am able to see from all perspectives, and i understand your limited perspective more than you wish to admit. I feel my mind become so powerful that i can no longer tell my left from my right? After all, what purpose does that serve. I am so powerful that I could will myself to death even, damaging my body with only a thought. Utter power, utter control. My heart jumps for joy at this, yes I am so powerful I can make my heart burst out of body wit h sheer delight, my only reserve being that I need to instruct you humans with more essentials.
important footnotes:
If you are a sane man I consider you to prove this beon rubbish. its simple really, just push somoeone to teh edge of death, starting from 100 percent to 0 zero percent and if they can some how retain their inner spirit through all this maybe they are more than the sum of their parts
other important footnotes
why do i feel like black hole? Well collapse in on myself. Why black holes can never be measured? Simple, time travel. Once you go through black hole you go backwards in time. thus black hole is like a filthy, cosmic beating heart, the life blood of big bang and galaxy, sucking it all up and pumping it out again, in it's filthy cosmic orgy
am i mad? yes, quite so, yet nothing i say is rubbish, only rubbish is what fill your ears from the common opinion
Why dont i dial 911? No reason, ive done so before, said nothing was wrong with me, i should stop wasting their time, and that i was quite mad (which I most certainly was) and left me to drown in my own vomit later that night
i still think i have a bit of physical energy left to get the job done, or rather, continue my legacy to you filthy apes
i feel that my boredom with existence is so great i cannot help but will myself to death, making pathetic attempts to keep myself alive
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With that said, read this topic viewtopic.php?f=16&t=14788