Josh Olsen

Playing with toys in the sun, we walked long paths together out of curiosity.
The joy I felt, carrying you as a puppy, is replaced now the the breaking of the last human aspects of my heart.
I love you, Doc. You are everything that is good and kind in me. And you always will be.
Doc
2012-2025

Why do white people always arrive at the conclusion that murdering innocent people is the solution to our problems?

White people be white peopling.
I really do LOVE how we use the bible to justify racism when the only white people in the bible were Romans.
VERY on-brand for us.

Fuck America.

I can't help it.
Years ago, an ex of mine and I went to Vegas and we found a little restaurant. They had crab enchiladas. Sounds weird, right? Crab, onion, chunks of garlic and mozzarella melted inside with the outside having melted parmesean and a smothering of Alfredo.
I STILL dream about them.

KKKhristers be KKKhristin'.
The same as these primates have done for 1500 years and the same as they'll continue to do.
Worthless primates. EVERY one of them and their cross-eyed kids. Fuck these people, their kkkids, and literally everything they represent. And fuck Jesus too, while we're at it.

There really is no stupidity like longing for someone who only loved you as a passing fancy before their husband went to rehab for the Xth time.
WHY am I so fucking stupid?

I'm beyond weary of attempting to reason with grown ass motherfucking adults who are utterly impervious to facts.
I give up. And frankly, I don't think I care anymore. I think watching this whole idiotic skein unravel might be kinda interesting in an anthropological sense.

Every day I struggle to remember joy and happiness.
EVERY day they seem further away.
I don't remember what it's like being touched or loved. I just don't fucking remember and I don't even know why I continue.
Just to make everyone around me happy?
THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TO STAY.

I'm trying so goddamn hard to reconcile myself with the world insofar as "Should I stay".
But that inclination is never accompanied by a human voice.
Why do I stay?

No. I don't. I harbor no delusions that any of these retards will read literally anything.
That's the crux of my life; the notion that my interiors (who control everything) will ever read dick.

I admit it. Sometimes I miss being touched and cared for.
It's been, what, ten years since I've felt that?
Is it inhuman to admit loneliness?
Or are we so strident we assert that it's an affect of "losers"?

Tell me, if the overriding maxim of the time is "Fuck your feelings", do I need to spare the feelings of Christers when speaking about their favorite, primitive, fantasy-fiction novel?

Now the Christers are coming after prescription medication for those with mental illnesses.
Yeah. That's what I want; a bunch of morons who think the earth is 10,000 years old deciding what medications I can and can't take.
Because their rudimentary biblical knowledge is on par with med-school.

The internet is full of mediocre men losing their shit about "Men DESERVE to be lonely".
Yeah. We do.
Women are SICK and fucking tired of us showing up at the table with the bare minimum and expecting adulation. Women are sick and tired of "men" only waiting for their turn to speak.

The KKKhrister creation fable is seen as literal by these..."people"...while Odin Allfather creating humans from driftwood is seen as "magic".
Both are equally plausible and I feel like I'm the only human smart enough to see it.
Neither of these fucking things ever happened.

Quoting Orwell to people who don't read is like delineating the bible for Christers, my dude; they don't give a solitary fuck.
Their strident ignorance and laughable overconfidence will always override reason.
Not sure what to do with these mammals, Big Steve, if I'm honest.

Sometimes I hate being what I am so much I want to peel my skin off.
Being autistic, being "high-functioning", places both expectations and restrictions on you.
You're expected to be constantly brilliant and you're expected to be entirely content being solitary.
Sometimes that ain't fun.

Trying to impress hateful and resentful people so you can write for a living is the most tedious and insufferable process on this planet.
Don't ever try to write for a living; you'll be hamstrung by people who CAN'T write; these "people" will determine your entire life.
BADLY.

Wayfinder is AMAZING.
Absolute steal and I can't recommend enough.
Between you and me? With Grendel looking like this, I'm not loving Beowulf's odds this time around.

Do you believe Christianity has ever been a force for good, friends and followers?
Or do you believe, as I do, that it has always been evil and always will be?
In this particular time, surrounded by the things which we are, all I can see is evil.

The excuses for these laughably pathetic, honky cunts are endless.

These retarded cunts have ZERO courage and ZERO conviction.
They'll always say "Whaaaght Jezuzz" before dropping an N'Bomb.
They're all pussies and everyone needs to be aware of that.

Good job, Whyte Peeple.
You motherfucking retards.

I apologize for what the Anglo-Saxons did.
It's a shame your people and mine didn't meet centuries before the advent of the Christ god. We could have wrought wonders.

The KKKhristers are attacking a bishop who asked for "mercy", much as Christ might have.
LMAO!!! KKKhristianity is fucking dead.
At LONG last, they show their true colors. Worthless, hateful, ignorant, stupid, deluded, hysterical primates. As ever.
It was always going to come to this.

Look.
You can believe unicorns live in your SHOES for all I fucking care.
But the second, the SECOND you say "We need to enact legislature that actively harms innocent people because the unicorns said", that's when we are gonna fight.

Young men in Internetland, please, don't try to seduce the stripper.
No.
Make her laugh so hard she snorts Appletini out of her nose.
"HAWWRRRGFHFGGHFFFTH!!"
"When she made a sound like a deranged capybara, I knew it was fate..."

If the stripper likes you, she'll shark your ass in pool and give your her number to APPEAR as though she feels sorry for utterly wrecking you.
She doesn't.
But she thinks you're cute.
Yeah. Don't ask. Ends with two people with ADD running naked on a bet.
Twenty bucks is twenty bucks.

Confessions of a Madman:
Ghost Pepper is better than Carolina Reaper.
I'll wrestle you in jello if you contradict me.