me and gambowl are smartest then all of you

[SkyNigger]

10/11 - totally going to make all of this coherent later. I swear on your life. Inshallah.
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Hey it's an improvement on "talking in tongues". Not in terms of comedy but then comedy isn't hilarious when it's too creepy to be funny.

Now she signs. No one laughs. But I run away screaming. My baby sister small talked me, two Xmas's ago. Maybe that isn't as horrifying as it truly is.

5 years ago, you couldn't have poisoned our relationship if you were the most corrupted person alive. This is how idiotically confident I was, in the tenuous nature of sanity. We're not in trouble over something my incoherent rambling could fix, if it was coherent. But then DELL and - well - almost every power bar the Vatican, has proactively suggested otherwise. It all might be a brilliant level. To get me off the scent of lizards, or something. Who knows, with genius.

Not really that smart though, are they? I don't think so. They're not really happy, in my logical opinion. Logic suggests happy people wouldn't find fulfillment in creating confusion. Logic suggests, something very different is swirling around their emotional root-kit infested cores.

You couldn't have corrupted us, I'd have laughed at the suggestion. My sister and I were tight. We'd have laughed you off. She was so bright, and pure and keen to learn and think; we would just laugh at silliness of the world, and then have 20 min debates about important things like whether orange poppers were better than apple. And then she'd always laugh to make sure I knew she was joking. And amazingly, it was appropriate somehow. Her ability to do irony would alarm me for a fraction of a second and I'd think "oh no she thinks I'm serious omg" and then I'd see the smile saying "chill you worry too much". And I did, really. Couldn't have worried enough, in the end. Don't think anything can compete with a corrupted biological link. That link saves the species from corruption. But if mothers are unable to protect their young? If mothers corrupt their young and leave them exploitable instead of emotionally stable? How about we change the logic to illogical and have some fun? I can see the geniuses chatting about it now. It's literally something I'd hypothesise about. I'm doing it now, aren't I. They're not going to be happy about it, if I'm hypothesising correctly. If I'm wrong, rest assured. I'll be a crackpot for decades.

She'll ask you why you feel bad and then be too dumb to understand the answer which isn't complex. Maybe you're about to die, and you've given her more evidence of it in embarrassment at your 'failing' to deliver your normal financial assistance to your siblings as efficiently or as "on time" as in the past. A week late. A fortnight late. Embarrassed, unable to get online but that's only the honest reason. Morons think "but you can get to an internet cafe" without understanding I can come up with a better fake excuse if I wanted to ? So maybe stop fucking insulting me when I tell the truth. Yes, I could. But the reason I didn't is because I forgot. Not because there is no internet cafes in Bangkok. And the reason I forgot is because I cannot get online. Motherfuckers. Whoa man, I didn't ask for War and Peace.

I know. You just wanted me to Lie to You. It's why I'm being killed. I got very smart, very quickly. And scared a lot of confused people into wondering whether I was JFK until they laughed and saw I was too stupid to empty a recycle bin. say "You are using Law, at Nuremberg to convict people of crimes because they respected the Law. And you talk about legal paradoxes and shit like you're confused about what message is being sent. Ironically, it's an honest one. A bit like a slap-hand to your face from a whore in denial and outraged you would shame her with a questions hse'd rather you didn't ask. That's almost always the reason why you should ask, anything. IT makes her feel creepy. She lashes out, when non-creeps make her feel creepy.

Every non-creep knows that. And they'll sleep alone. Or they will become dark and creepy. Where they will stay, unless they're anything like me - and it's funny, how many people are just like me. But impossibly less willing to openly discuss their shame. I'm not ashamed by it. I am worried about their creepy shame, though. Preventing them from thinking their way through what they're in denial about feeling their way through, instead. I know shame. Shame kills. Embarrassment is a precautionary emotion working for your benefit. Shame is the corrupted inserted root-kit. Root shame out. Try not to kill your mother in the process.

That's a joke. They're too vile to die from your emotional reversed games. I was too smart to believe that for so long. What happened. Oh that's right. I was terrified of my intelligence. lolz. Next.

What a curious world. I'm sure I'm the only one, as well. What a curious world that makes little bright kids ashamed, of being little and bright and not - remotely - creepy at all. They will become creeps and quickly. Or they'll make so many vile future mothers shriek they might be concerning enough for some electric caring. God I love society.

It's the easiest shit in the world to get rid of. When you undertand everything, you feel zero shame. Only confusion is shameful. IOnly confused people can even - feel - shame. eople get that shit instantly. That's bullshit is what it is. Fucked up shit where people were making shit up as they went along, made some rules, then - as Lil Wayne reminded me of when I last thought about it 15 years ago, simply ADDED a new bar on top of the pinnacle. It's sloppy, filthy, and unacceptable bullshit that isn't remotely as unintentional or as ad-hoc as it seems spotted the obvious culprit, hardly his fault for loving his daughter too much right? Right , so much thinking on the fly and I started to pick up on who the good players were, who were in power and doomed, if there was a betting line with the volume capable of supporting a line of credit I had to the tune of a million or so, I'd have won very close to the rustling, of the meaningless static, . Who I don't think I'd ever heard of but only he would know if we'd met. I don't remember him, but I was wearing a $140 Shem shirt one day when I was briefly toying with fashion (such a drag really, because it's never solved, there are no answers; it's just endless...working, and showing your working, to be passed or failed or both, simultaneously - it's retarded; but I don't think Shem was, because his shirts were pretty cool. But mostly, because if he didn't price them at insanity, fashionable people like me wouldn't have ever dreamed of wearing them. I knew this, and I respected the play long before I tired of the endless self-extortion.

My whore mother, who once complained when I made a point of calling her Linda instead of mother, when I was bemused at myself because I literally couldn't care enough about whether she lives or dies to even make the point - you follow? I was busy running game on her, I think; that's always the reason whenever I do something that surprises me but this one really shocked me. Cause I was acting like I cared, and being Avril and calling her Linda when the truth is I hold zero emotion because she died when I was 5? So like 25 years ago. I literally don't know this weirdo who's senile and thinks she's my Mother, but then she is - or I lied to myself because I had no options and wanted to believe that she was - doing an okay job (with my cash, of course - but this was also a lie because I knew what kids need and it's not money; I mean, it's ideal if you don't give the fortunes of cash the governments and charities throw at slaves in chains, but if you think that cash would be thrown if the slaves didn't buy poison with it, and built schools with it, bought books - from libraries they didn't own, and publishing houses they didn't dictate to - you'd be a moron.