ayn rand i know you'd hate me so much you'd probably shoot me in the head for taking too long to decide on a cereal type
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ayn rand i know you'd hate me so much you'd probably shoot me in the head for taking too long to decide on a cereal type
CATS in MY BRAIN!!!
Im having nightmares where the cats tumble from a vast abyss and engulf me till I drown in fur and whiskers. It is actually pretty scary and ive doubled up on my tinfoil layering around the vents in my room. considering sealing the lightbulbs in foil next but unsure if I should use standard kitchen stuff or invest at an industrial level?
and before anyone asks yes I am sleeping with cat repellent on my pillow AND taking anti-allergy pills at night but it doesnt seem to be having much effect.
one thing it has got me thinking about tho is the extent to which cats are influencing everyday behaviour. I often presume they dont bother with daily interference because man is docile and easily influenced enough, it would be a waste of their feline pheromones to sway our decisions over what coffee to order in the morning.
I see the Cats more so in politics and gods and these Big Decisions. Like which floors get colour and flavour and enetrtainment. its easier to keep the criminals criminal when you've taken away all the miscellaneous wonders of life, so take away everything for them and leave them susceptible to the brainwaves.
There have been a lot of big decisions in the last couple days that i really thought would turnout better. I really thought id put enough micro-plastic essential oils in my air diffusers that my friends would not be plagued by indecision and violence. Maybe im getting my herb blends wrong?? Then again i havent been travelling with my macroplastic head shield so maybe tHats it.
Its really got me thinking though and i cant figure out which are my thoughts and which are like the thoights of something else greAter thats imposed on my subconscious. Am i really Tooth?? When i died they made me out of mulch again and told me that this is me. Why do i not feel like me anymore?? Why do my gums reel funny and my bones ache?? Do I have gum disease ???
and the terrible thing is i felt the urge to do violence. i didn't do any but there was a long while when I really thought about it, I really thought about the easier, violent option that would make everything go away and I could get on with everything else. and i didnt do that but maybe that's because i was scared, not because i was good.
and ive sat with that for a long while. am i me, is it me that was cruel? or did the Cats interfere with my resurrection and make me meaner?
and then it got me thinking (and im always thinking!!)
what constitutes the self? is it my actions (because those are deeply muddled by social contexts)?? is it my thoughts, and does that make me bad for considering violence? is it my friends (ruh roh if so)? is it some unseeable otherness that makes up my soul?? is it my blood and my brain and nerves? is it the influence i have on others? is it anything i can control?
if im in my body, and you're in yours, and there's no way for us to switch, will we ever truly understand each other?
as always consider communism amongst your daily meddlings
on quitting smoking
my loyal followers will know the sad truth I'm sharing here today; I quit smoking.
not just microplastics, but nicotine and zaza and all of the above. never again will I roll a paper around the beautiful small plastic particles less than 5mm in length, resulting from industrial manufacturing (primary) or degradation of larger plastic waste (secondary). i've been smoking since I was 8, and it has become entrenched in my sense of self, so much I would regularly wake up 3-4 times a night to light one up before the jitters got too bad.
i know this is a huge switch-up. i promise i am not being forced to say this by any Cat or secret government organisation. this is 100% wholly and truly a tooth truth.
i have been getting out of breath wayyy easier. my dad used to always say that walking up a hill while smoking two cigs was enough exercise for the day (because your body has to put twice the effort in and has half the oxygen it needs). i am starting to think that maybe his premature death from lung cancer (ruled officially by a coroner, although we've always speculated his lungs spontaneously combusted) had something to do with this. i never have been able to get up a hill in one go.
this has been a decision i've been considering for a while and, after meeting with top plastic specialists, i have been concerned for the wellbeing of my lungs. immortality is great and all but apparently you can still get cancer?! and immortality will just prolong the pain and suffering of cancer?!?!?! i attempted to make the switch to biodegradable plastics (think PLA and PHA) but found myself smoking 5x more on average to make up for the lack of hit. this was not sustainable. I need to purge myself completely from smoking.
just as i don't want my brain ruled by the Floor 10 Cats, i don't want my brain to be ruled by addiction to nicotine or plastic.
i've also just been invited to be part of a super top secret project with my bestest friends and i want to make sure i don't get ash on anything important.
so much of my identity in my adult life and in godhood has centred around my plastic diet- i feel it's been my only way to help the people of the world by trialling anti-brain wave experiments. i have to be selective with my research and my energy as i am only one goblin against the Cats.
part of me does question if this is stemming from a desire to fit in because no one ever wants to come out on a smoke break with me. it can get really lonely standing outside for 15 minutes by yourself. and i cant seem to convince my friends to take up smoking as a hobby :( so I thought what the hell why not try out their hobbies instead so they want to hang out and like me more. Because as we all know, having best friends and community is one of the most essential steps in overcoming oppression. Comradery will help us free the lower floors from wage slavery and liberate the silo through understanding who the real enemy is (Evil Cats) and no longer turning on each other.
this does not mean i have stopped my efforts to counteract Cat Brain Waves. instead, i have opted for biodegradable plastics in my diet and a healthier plastic-based skincare routine. with enough time and care, my lungs should make a full recovery. (maybe I will be able to run a marathon!!) (always have to be prepared in case the Cats were to launch an attack against me and I have to run away)
there is no perfect science to setting yourself free from brain waves. in fact, there has never been a successfully documented case. i am doing what is best for my own wellbeing. I hope my fellow cat-truthers are okay with this!!
do u think karl marx was a marxist cause of his last name or was that just a coincidence