KingFluid

Ok. Ive just asked Becky Chamber's agent an SFSS itw.

Stay tuned.

Ok i gotta go work now, and its more than enough for today. Feel free to comment honestly my posts.

See ya later, alligators.

Mods: this is a one-time thing. I promise.

And talk to me ffs, so that i adjust my behavior.

Ok 10 posts i wrote got deleted rn. The mods havent contacted me. WTF. Have some basic common decency, guys&chicks. This just aint fair. Talk to me plz.

I guess its very late in the USA now, and ur all sleeping.

Cant wait answers well have fun.

Having fun is awesome.

Live slow, die old.

Cyndi Lauper - Girls just wanna have fun

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIb6AZdTr-A

Chicks posting here or lurking: is Cyndi right? And are u single? Me i am ;-)

BTW: I love both cis and trans chicks, and my goal is to create a happy family.

So don't hesitate, & send me a message now!

mods: please dont censor this post.

Another snippet from my autobio

Psychosis: an introduction

Psychosis is the combination of delusions and hallucinations. Mine lasted a full year, for two reasons.

1. First, I didn’t know the symptoms, so I believed in it completely. T, on the other hand, knew them. When he went into psychosis, he couldn’t help believing his delusions, but he still knew he was delusional. A bit like OCD: the sane part of the mind watches helplessly as the other part goes off the rails. T always ended up in the psych ward pretty fast.

2. The other reason had to do with the nature of my delusion. I thought the cops wanted to recruit me, then punish me. During a conversation with my late father, I told him: “listen, there are 30 cops listening to us right now and cracking up.” Him: “what?” Me: “nothing”: I had “understood” there was some kind of tacit contract and that I wasn’t supposed to say anything. So I kept everything to myself.

#psychosis #t

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqnC54vbUbU

To everybody: use this thread as a thoughtd dump place. Write whats on ur heart.

We are stronger together.

Im writing my martian autobio, as i said. Here are a few samples:

(im poor & have just enough money for food and a roof, i hope this book will be a (relative) success)

NDE

Take it for what it’s worth, but our family dentist is Vietnamese (quite remarkable, really: she spends one month every year in Vietnam volunteering dental care for addicts in their “rehab centers”), and she knew my father well. He ended up in a coma before dying last year.

She told me she had also been in a coma herself, for six days, but hers was punctuated by an NDE (near-death experience). She rose into a sublime, luminous place where all suffering had ceased.

There were other kind people there (sometimes almost a little too welcoming), though she didn’t know any of them.

They were communicating through something other than words.

She wanted to stay, but her survival instinct took over.

Coming back was extremely painful.

Afterwards she told me: these are only words, and I’m doing my best, but it’s like asking a fish to describe life on land.

I asked her whether she had remained Buddhist afterwards, and she said yes!

#nde #vietnam

And

Preface

I am going to tell my story here, piece by piece, category by category: my autobiography.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote, as the preface to his own:

I am undertaking an enterprise without precedent, whose accomplishment will have no imitator. I mean to present my fellow mortals with a man in all the truth of nature; and this man shall be myself. Myself alone. I know my own heart and understand mankind. I am made unlike anyone I have ever met; I dare believe I am unlike anyone in existence.

I am not Rousseau, and I have no desire to be Rousseau. Quite the opposite. When I meet someone for the first time, I see them as an entirely different being. It is through conversation that bridges get built and common ground slowly reveals itself. That is what I find delightful. My hope is that, by reading me, you will feel as though you are having a conversation with me, and perhaps even find yourself reflected in me.

And

Vietnam in a Single Image

I lived in Vietnam (that is the right word: this country is far more alive than France) for a year. Impossible to describe, so I often end up describing the house I was living in as a way of describing the country itself.

In Saigon, I was living at ldb’s place. At ldb’s place, there was ldb, his Vietnamese girlfriend, a Vietnamese friend of his Vietnamese girlfriend, L: a Vietnamese scammer, G: the only white homeless man in Saigon, A: an Erithrean banned from Saigon, a dog (which got stolen from us), two cats, and a monkey (which was strangled to death by ldb’s next girlfriend).

#ldb #vietnam

Better dead than red.

Ive lived one year in Vietnam, best year of my life. I could write for hours about this martian yesr, but ill say judt one thing: i was an employee of a whorehouse/brothel (the most popular in Saigon). Ive seen many many horrible stuff.