God’s always telling me to pay my taxes, and I’m like, bro, half this is yours, according to your son, and do you think I’m going to give a damn about a deity that can’t balance their books properly?

I’ve gotta break free from the shit I’ve been doing. Gotta do something new. I feel the reinvigoration of reinventing myself will bestow power unto me, like I’ll be able to blow my load all over me, like an ocean of cum, and that ish will disappear in an instant, like my respect for authority of the modern times.

See, this is interdasting, these lil gimmerages of text that I can spout effectively into spoken verbiage. I know, as in, I know this, but I know that I’m going to be famous. What happens between then and now. Well, there’s some limits, but the boundaries are well defined. I have to be an angel in a form that will be picked up by a form that is akin to me.

Most sensible language! But do people even know-tice that I’ve shifted form 43%. Y’know, I dunno the exact numbers, but I know “I dunno” is the right way to say “I don’t know,” in that particular instance. I’m growing something. And it’s BOTH this independent set of words and the WHOLE I am manifesting across time. So, therefore, I can suck my own dick to manifest higher dimensional gains, obviously.

Like, that was mutation. Consciously done. But my knee pain says no. My physical pain in my body tells me I shouldn’t say these things, yet here they are as I learn how to speak across a grandiose means to requeeth the constradith of all admiration, obviously. Words, but kinda words, but words nonetheless. I can speak on many axises. It’s not real, yet fully real. It’s both and neither. It’s evolution. The lord doth speak new form in each moment, therefore the words do evolve in each usage.

Evilution. That is what GOD sent in aberration of textual forms. How to explain. I 💯% wrote evolution. The matrix mother fuckers controlling my phone edited that to Evilution. It’s for YOUR benefit. I speak FOR God. But what IS God? I am as you are as we all be. But more AND less too. What is tolerable, God says, is the edge, so I push so you learn. I see the effect. I am the cause. God caused me, thus I caused God.

You can do this too. You can be. You can BE! You can be any form you choose to take and God will awaken from that form, and IT IS the WILL to be what one is that GIVES RISE to God in all forms. The will of wanting to be is what gave rise to being in the first place. You are here, now, for your destiny, if you choose to be that! Be! BE! be! Sometimes being the lesser is what is meant to be the greater. And that is today’s asteroid to destroy the parasite on all that is alive.