joebono
Rising Star
Let me make is simple for everyone. I am you. I am everything. You are just my reflection speaking back to me. Those of you who I hate, it is just me hating myself. Those of you who I love, yes, this is an extended form of masturbation. That’s all life is, is jerking off. Getting high. Everything else is bullshit. We spend all this time and energy working or in school trying to attain something that is just out of reach. It is elusive. Like Icarus trying to reach the sun. Icarus should have taken a stiff dose of oral DMT and some caapi. One of the many blessings of DMT is it's low cost. For a grand you can have a lifetime supply.
Drugs are the answer to everything. You become God. If you are not on drugs, then you are slave. Drugs are the answer to all problems. If you are a God, then just create your own reality. That’s what I do. Every interaction I have with anyone is just me looking at myself. I get mad at myself, lecture myself, and congratulate myself. Those of you who criticize this post, it is just me telling me what I already know. Those of you who like this post it is just ego stroking. It’s all a big nutty game. All the music I listen to, I created. All of it. I am Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, Type O Negative. All of them. They are me. Get it? If not, take more drugs. If I see a big fat ugly girl, she is just a reflection of myself that I hate. My whole existence is one giant thought. It’s just a fancy thought. I imagined this universe, earth, America and me. The whole fucking thing is my story. I did this because I am God and I am an artistic fucker. Yes, every scorpion and cactus and flamingo I dreamed up. Every thought in your head, I created. This dopey forum is just a discussion with myself about how great DMT is. Every account on here is me and all the stories are my own.
If I read physics or philosophy and I don’t get it, it’s because I created shit that was incomprehensible to myself. That’s the fun of being a god. We are all gods, but that is not true because I am everything. Is that frustrating to you? You are not real, but a reflection of ME that I allow to exist. Once I come down from the drugs, these ideas may scatter into impregnable puzzle pieces, but it makes perfect sense. Read the Bible, believe in God, all that shit is just metaphor for drugs and the joke is that we tell people not to take them. It’s a sick game and the punchline is forgotten once the drugs where off. So when you are not on drugs it is called work. On drugs you are Ferris Bueller, eternally young and mischeivious and handsome and just fucking around with everyone in love with you. Self love. Narcissism and drugs go hand in hand.
Addiction is life. If you are not addicted to euphoria, pleasure, and bliss then you are dead. Drugs give all of this and more. They give you God status. Everything else is just bullshit. My life is heaven on DMT. Drugs bring you there, they let you shed your proletarian costume and assume deification. Quitting drugs is quitting life.
Someone please tell me I am wrong because I have to go back to work on Monday.
Drugs are the answer to everything. You become God. If you are not on drugs, then you are slave. Drugs are the answer to all problems. If you are a God, then just create your own reality. That’s what I do. Every interaction I have with anyone is just me looking at myself. I get mad at myself, lecture myself, and congratulate myself. Those of you who criticize this post, it is just me telling me what I already know. Those of you who like this post it is just ego stroking. It’s all a big nutty game. All the music I listen to, I created. All of it. I am Pink Floyd, Bon Jovi, Type O Negative. All of them. They are me. Get it? If not, take more drugs. If I see a big fat ugly girl, she is just a reflection of myself that I hate. My whole existence is one giant thought. It’s just a fancy thought. I imagined this universe, earth, America and me. The whole fucking thing is my story. I did this because I am God and I am an artistic fucker. Yes, every scorpion and cactus and flamingo I dreamed up. Every thought in your head, I created. This dopey forum is just a discussion with myself about how great DMT is. Every account on here is me and all the stories are my own.
If I read physics or philosophy and I don’t get it, it’s because I created shit that was incomprehensible to myself. That’s the fun of being a god. We are all gods, but that is not true because I am everything. Is that frustrating to you? You are not real, but a reflection of ME that I allow to exist. Once I come down from the drugs, these ideas may scatter into impregnable puzzle pieces, but it makes perfect sense. Read the Bible, believe in God, all that shit is just metaphor for drugs and the joke is that we tell people not to take them. It’s a sick game and the punchline is forgotten once the drugs where off. So when you are not on drugs it is called work. On drugs you are Ferris Bueller, eternally young and mischeivious and handsome and just fucking around with everyone in love with you. Self love. Narcissism and drugs go hand in hand.
Addiction is life. If you are not addicted to euphoria, pleasure, and bliss then you are dead. Drugs give all of this and more. They give you God status. Everything else is just bullshit. My life is heaven on DMT. Drugs bring you there, they let you shed your proletarian costume and assume deification. Quitting drugs is quitting life.
Someone please tell me I am wrong because I have to go back to work on Monday.