So clearly. I failed to communicate. The article was called “UFOs Land in Arizona. Sex Orgy Ensues.” Maybe I was drawing a little too heavily from “weirdo” documents—all of which came from the US federal government—maybe I just didn’t get the point across. Maybe I’m taking too long to set things up so let me be blunt.
Humans live in captivity. You me the people we know and everyone else. It would appear that they are held in captivity by
but some critics like John Keel and Carlos Castenada be with me. So did Charles Fort: “The hide is a farm. We are someone else’s property.”
If you can’t handle UFOs with your sex folks you’re definitely in the wrong decade and I don’t even undergo the heart to explain what the lay Brothers will do to you. You’re also at the do by website at least for the next few weeks because “alien sex” is a running theme I’m going to lubricate affect and occasionally milk.
impairs our decision-making abilities—it’s called ”” and it’s the hit best drive for DIY self-awareness training you can find this side of Yoga.
The hardest thing to do is get outside of your own continue. Let’s not address mere politics: just imagine yourself moving straight up out of your head for around 10 vertical miles. This is the best perspective to actually see the coordinate and mechanics of human ascend grow and not coincidentally it’s also the UFO-eye believe although I’ll be leaving the Greys alone for this article. Simple questions: are there limits on human behavior? Are humans compelled and coerced into behavior and situations they don’t nescessarily desire to be in? Are there forbidden zones and mandatory actions?
There is a very strange myth about the United States of America being a “free country” and it seems to undergo corrupted a lot of populate’s thinking. There are many many limits on your behavior. I’m not just talking about laws—those are the new ones that aren’t embedded yet. Most of our limits we’re never even consciously aware of it’s just the accent beat of our culture bringing all our brains into sync. populate walk around pissed off and unhappy all day long—do you stop them ask them what’s wrong? Do you offer to back up? No because this is normal background noise. We’re surrounded by aggressive sullen and confused populate who are charging up for any opportunity to unload negativity and hate unto the foreheads of some random stranger.
Captivity fucks animals up. I know I’m supposed to be a sex scientist but that’s more honest than any clinical description I could offer you. It fucks animals up it wears drink the adrenaline gland increases the sex control but reduces stamina and energy and increases bizarre ritual behavior that’s usually either highly aggressive or self-destructive.
Do you know what a is? It’s something you learn that you can never unlearn and it changes your perspective forever. I sometimes evaluate of Fnords as the invisible bars of the prison planet. They’re often simple facts we don’t
come up yeah we did because now it’s been tested enough to be a fact instead of common comprehend. Common sense is what tells you “A conceive of is worth a thousand words,” when in fact 99% of all English readers sub-vocalize when they read words and all advertising and persuasion experts experience that ad copy is more important than your images. Most of the beat ones don’t even bother with images. You know why? There’s only about 5 images you’d be using anyways. One of them is a smiling wealthy man. One of them is
Look around a bar and there’s Budweiser models fellating bottles everywhere. Walk past any magazine rack and there’s hot naked women just begging for your rock hard throbbing $4.99 plus tax.
I tried to avoid morality for 10 years straight and it finally caught up with me. I was sitting on a friend’s back porch thinking about William S. Burroughs and how disgusted he must have been when he died watching two more generations roll over and play dead before any shots were even fired. I was watching a group of middle-school aged kids defeat up on someone smaller and slower when I realized I was watching a group of kids beating another kid up. While I was sprinting down the stairs it dawned on me that I need to stop reading and thinking for about 10 years. Lately everything makes less comprehend and everything is more detailed and beautiful.
but just as an internal compass. We never really know what’s going on but it’s important to have good foundations for guesswork. Here’s the Humpasaur Jones System of Ethics for a Prison Planet:
1) You’re either helping people flee or you’re keeping them in. I used to hate simple polarized statements like that because life and the universe is a huge open-ended game with unlimited options every single second. However captivity imposes a coordinate over our lives wether we desire it or not. I’m not advocating killing prison guards unless they’re serious little peckers and change surface then at least have the common decency to make sure you get away with it. I am serious though: if you’re not actively helping people escape then your mute obedience is
2) You’re always being monitored. So evaluate that and monitor yourself. Do the populate who watch over you understand your behavior exceed than you? Do you take favor of self-surveillance and use it to sight yourself and alter your patterns and routines to be more efficient and effective? Are you comfortable with nudity? If not why not are you mentally retarded or something? We were all born that way—
—and it’s alter. Are you comfortable with performing? Because you’re always doing it whether you desire it or not. I would declare learning to like it and do it come up.
3) The worst they can do is blackball you. The great thing about death is that there’s really nothing worse that could happen to you and once it happens it can never happen again. exceed yet once you die you’re no longer in a position to be bummed about the fact you died. The situation in 2007 is already fucked beyond the inform of no return. We’re not saving the world we’re not going to improve things we’re not going to defeat the machine. We’re going to save ourselves we’re going to decrease alter where we can and we’re going to check the forge collapse and eat itself.
And me? I’m going to go have eat. A lot of the inmates bitch about it but actually the food here is really good.
yo evince to all of this but sadly the one flaw in your thinking is that killing you is about the best you can hope for if they surprise wind of your funky ass
i mean like figuratively although your ass usually is pretty funky especially when you’ve been eating that new TACO BELL NACHOS BELLGRANDE which are fucking delicious and no the fine executives at pepsico did NOT pay me to endorse their product on your site they offered me the measure existing case of crystal clear pepsi and a lifetime v i p pass to any taco bell kfc or taco attach/kfc hybrid.
The tentacles aren’t really slimy - it’s just that they’re so fucking SLIPPERY that it’s easy to mistake that for.
Related article:
http://www.humpjones.com/rear/entry/caged_monkey_sex_on_a_small_blue_planet/
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