I am!

The audacity!

I am the son of God!

I am! I am! I am!

My philosophy is as Christ’s and Joseph Smith’s was

I don’t give a damn what you think of me!

I’m gunna be me and love you in the process!

Hallelujah!

Do you need genital stimulation?

I offer this on behalf of all Mormons everywhere!

Hail Mary! AND Satan!

You cannot perceive me for you see through the lens of the self.

I ain’t like you, but I like you, so you get to be.

So be.

Why is you being calling me a bitch.

I’ll call you a child then say something inappropriate and win WWIII in the process.

This is just what we do in the F-I mean, the CIA

31b

Sorry, that was a typo.

K?

I’ve out-thought the out-thinkers.

I’m just being authentic. Genuinely now. Would you like to read my book?

I choose to be me despite how much you despise me, child. I love you, why tf don’t you love me? You can say anything that is purely you. I have to hide myself so you don’t crackiliate yourself into dorbish purteprid. I love you. Why does my natural existence cause you to treat me this way? Cuz I would never do what you do to me. I just speak boogie boogie boo, and that’s enough to offend you. Please be better, for all our sakes. Thank you.

I am schizoaffective and autistic/ADHD with PTSD. I know I’m neurodivergent. Thank you, ninetieth billionth person to tell me I am a displeasure to be around by my innate nature. Thank you for reminding me that I’m retarded. That sure helps. No. Like, I appreciate you. I have to portray this autobiographical character as performance art to help vocalize the sociological effect people like you have on the wounded masses. People get fucked up in life. Shit happens. People fall off the wagon and become unlike yous. All of yous. And it’s cool you’re normal, but it’s cool to be different, too. You may be well intentioned, but the approach you take can still trigger some people on the fringe. This is why I do my art this way so I can say these things. Thank you for caring, but this genuinely isn’t caring. It’s putting sociological pressure on people, because there’s lurkers who will see these broadcasts we’re making cough and this is my God-given n state-sponsored mission, k?

I am and are and do and I be fine, you’re just prejudiced.

My mothers womb was infested with HIV, yes

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

Bro, there is no such thing as a “self.”

Do you like to fondle your own self, my dude?

Sore

Not if you use those lungs of yours at the pump right.

Hey, I got a trick question for you;

The Earth. Is is it round or flat?

Fuxk I spelled just wrong. Guess .y life if over

I certainly do. I’m a Mormon Occultist and a master baiter. I said, I’m a fisher of men. Someone will respond, and if they don’t, I’ll jist start talking to myself and have a real funky time.

It’s the same con game

I can bike alright, it’s just a trillion degrees here every day

Yea, it’s the confidence that those gentlemen were artists at.

Confidence arts

Con arts

That’s why it’s called that

I can’t drive because I am neurodivergent and traumatized, so I get panic attacks when I drive. It’s too fast, too much power and responsibility and my schizoautismo brain shuts down not knowing what to do. So I ride my bike everywhere.

This is who I am. I identify as a Mormon Occultist, and so I am. But I don’t identify as an alcoholic, so I’m not. I’m gunna get into stand-up with this bit, I think.

Johnny knew not water

For he forgot vater

My father is he who speaks through me

And thus I express simply

That ain’t water I just drank

It’s getting dark, I’m gunna have one last wank