A recent study shows that e-cigarettes are becoming increasingly popular among young people in Germany, with even elementary school kids picking up vapes. Health experts are alarmed.
My maladapted tulpa, Valmar, was repurposed into Rusterd on DXM on the same night Pandora first played Solar Fake’s Nothing’s Wrong
…but was that a command, to shut up? Am I under investigation? Do these Arizonan retards in blue not know who I am? No, it does not make sense that the FBI would tell them. That would go against their intentions of…well, y’know. Obviously.
What is reality? I have nothing to hide. I understand I look like the Johnny Bravo of Charles Mansons. I have the authority of the tree of life. My robes are washed (clothes are still dirty), but they are tattered because I have been so traumatized. That’s where God has stepped in. And I think the FBI git that retard to flip way early on, so this ain’t just a police state, it’s a police vishnu.
I feel like I’m being set up all the time. I think my life partner has, and that the patient in the ward who answered the phone was really testing me. I think they’re gunna say I’m some insane cult leader and I’m just an artist with some problems that have been exacerbated by the circumstances of dealing with my manipulative life partner in light of his declining mental health. But God said I would be fine. But God also said God wouldn’t be there when the time comes. I don’t have anybody right now. I can’t make decisions on my own. I’m sorry I’m not good enough.
My maladapted tulpa, Valmar, was repurposed into Rusterd on DXM on the same night Pandora first played Solar Fake’s Nothing’s Wrong
…but was that a command, to shut up? Am I under investigation? Do these Arizonan retards in blue not know who I am? No, it does not make sense that the FBI would tell them. That would go against their intentions of…well, y’know. Obviously.
What is reality? I have nothing to hide. I understand I look like the Johnny Bravo of Charles Mansons. I have the authority of the tree of life. My robes are washed (clothes are still dirty), but they are tattered because I have been so traumatized. That’s where God has stepped in. And I think the FBI git that retard to flip way early on, so this ain’t just a police state, it’s a police vishnu.
I feel like I’m being set up all the time. I think my life partner has, and that the patient in the ward who answered the phone was really testing me. I think they’re gunna say I’m some insane cult leader and I’m just an artist with some problems that have been exacerbated by the circumstances of dealing with my manipulative life partner in light of his declining mental health. But God said I would be fine. But God also said God wouldn’t be there when the time comes. I don’t have anybody right now. I can’t make decisions on my own. I’m sorry I’m not good enough.