* i'm a young man whispering at a blue sky not even the most rabid trans activist despises the human form as much as a traditional theologian i'm in over my head over heels presently, i'm a futurist nostalgic for the past. i did not stake any of my tomato plants and they are starting to sprawl in between the pumpkin vines as God intended. the common man, that fearful and fearsome creature. the ease with which those of above average intelligence are manipulated into unfounded and dumbfounded optimism is a confirmation of my pessimism. and there isn't even pleasure, or pride, or fun in being right when the ruse is so obvious. any sufficiently serious optimism is indistinguishable from brain damage. never trust a man who proudly owns a 'smart' car hoping for the best is the primary sign that one is in fact a pessimist. otherwise, what need does one have of hope. many cannot fathom that there is such a thing as supernatural evil and that it has no master plan beyond defilement and destruction. a willful blindness. the essence/energies distinction is a fundamental doctrine to safeguard the ineffability of orthodoxy. i've got a sale to bridge you love is when every single one of your particles becomes quantum entangled with her particles. do you want to be quantum entangled with me, this is how i proposed to my wife. my love letters are h, e and r s, h and e a spell on me
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You got me at the quantum entangled particles Mr Leath. And I’m thrilled she’s still by your side.
I haven’t read you for a while and I’m glad you’re still here. 🌷