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Unlikely Events 2021–02–13
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Vinier I’m smelly you may as well be ashamed DDA DA WA 1 WA1 RSS S11.1- -P AP P10 NNAPA SOORT (O) (O1) (THAT’S) (TGIIM)(TMM1)(FF1)(STAST)
I feel unkind. Dethe SATAN RITUAL 1210021. Kiki is not a goddess she’s my daughter. She’s not worth shit because she cut off her boobs. I’m no Jew. She’s like Von Neumann but to me worthless in bed, she’d have me mauled by a football hero. Tigua is pretty much enough for the 3-d lumps. She’s pretty much an extract from my throat why argue. You get less woman if you argue with me. Last universe they removed the real vaginas it seems like. I have trouble gloating, so I’m not having fun alone in bed.
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When I was on Nephalhim drugs, I tested this in Arizona.
I think it’s about 400 miles per hour. Cops can stop you sometimes if you do 180.
They can blockade you at around 350.
These aren’t accurate estimates probably.
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Events from various times in the devil’s life so to speak.
Transcended in the Logos because I was one of the Three Writers.
Became God, who did two or three evil things to pay for the Wheel of all Time.
Flew as the Bird of Peace, seeing the Earth from above, inventing English, English Weather, and perhaps the English Yew, expressing love, giving voices to the animals, and dying of a dark ritual which created dove chocolate.
Buying the souls of Three Men in an attempt to remain God. They say those who do so are cursed forever.
Being called cursed with stupidity in my second afterlife.
Being divine slave to Socrates as a Chinese disembodied spirit who received instructions from someone Greek to ‘do my best for Socrates or perhaps to perish’.
Being a believer in abstractions who would watch the Library go up in smoke. The end of history, the end of possibilities. The beginning of Christianity.
Being a woman who sook her fortune, and gambled with men, inventing economics, lost to sin.
Being the man who was lucky to die, who made an impossible guess, and killed his wife and nine men, invented the decimal system and decimation and was Egyptian.
Invented “the devil and a vampire”, Death, wizards, inventors, goddesses, geniuses, beauty, and fools.
Had an orgasm which ravaged Europe.
Spoke to the king with my decapitated head. Remembered being a witch.
When I was Aaron Burr, may have killed the founding fathers with the word ‘fuck’.
Wrote of my wish to be the only inventor of perpetual machines unless I gave others the right.
Kept the soul of omnipotence in a treasured bird who disappeared.
Unsuccessfully asking for white horses to drive my hearse on my most political day. Crying for the first time since I had been a gifted girl in England.
You too? I asked. There was another man who looked like me. Then I remembered, they were my ‘doubles’. I had hired them to give speeches around the country. Your who? Someone asked me. He looked very important. My… cloenes! I said. They’re my special men, who do special work for me. You wouldn’t understand. Clowns, he said? No, cloenes, it’s a French word. Clownes, I’m sure that’s not French he said. Or maybe it is. What did you call them? Cloh-Nies, I said. The man laughed. That came off rather badly. At any rate, they’re my stunt-doubles.
Wanting hamburgers more than all the infinite treasure my great benefactor could offer me, even when they contained lead shot, and even without the ketchup.
Writing a letter to impress Hegel containing the imaginative words ‘American hero’ and ‘esystementology’.
Lived a double lie, calling myself Euler, secret name Eulucifer, no one ever guessed it. When I died, I died of infinity.
The world was my port, I became poetic, made the most of it. Some of the results were grimmer than I thought. I recreated Jesus somehow and spoke the story of my life.
They wanted me to think of ideas, so I thought of infinity, and women’s rights, and trillionaires, and institutions, and women having more money than soldiers. Then I seemed to pass on.
I awoke to the image of birthday candles. I was seeing double. Bad eyes. I decided I would never make a bad wish.
Had a vision in Washington D.C. of barely perceptible flying things. I can see them too my brother said. What are they? Flying machines, I think. Marie Antoinette’s vision.
When I was 15 I thought of an inside-out pear. I thought it could have two locations. It was an idea, a vision of alternate dimensions.
I went to Easter Island somehow, and someone told me my mission was to build a little wall.
Flew between two airplanes by Zeus, saw the mists of time and orange-looking alien buildings.
Went to a different dimension by apparating through a closed storefront in an underground complex. Returned with a lolly pop.
Teleported to the coast of Washington State where I posed for a photo in 1917. The person I talked to thought it was the turn of the 18th century.
Took an avatar with ‘perfect intellectual hair’. A kind of special balding wig with soap on it.
I found a particular silver nickel, and through concentration changed it’s surface to yellow. I even showed my therapist, and he said, hey you’re a wizard.
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