Picture of an underwater pyramid complex resembling the constellation of the Pleiades….
Dude, it’s like there are patterns in the matrix! The saturated rhythm of consciousness is humping my brain. I finally understand music. It just is. No one plays it. We are all just playing with ourself. A dead god ejaculating into a nuclear furnace of nothingness.
The only thing I’m OCD about is my porn collection. I’ve spent years organizing it on my computer. It’s kinda like a game of solitaire that I always win. It’s a good way to unwind my mind of time and get happily trapped in the moment.
I knew a woman that was only OCD when it came to sex. She had to be banged very specifically. On first dates she’d give prospective mates the handbook. It was a beautiful leather bound book 700 pages long and full of explicit illustrations. That’s actually how I met her. I was totally into it. I mean, what a wonderful strange mind. I’m totally into weirdos, as long as they aren’t serious weirdos. Serious weirdos are the worst. Too serious about everything.
Anyway, I tried my damnedest to perform the complicated mating ritual and I failed her by page three. A lot of other people tried too, but no one passed. Eventually all of us failures formed a big club, but after a while our club got too big and we got into boring philosophical arguments about the nature of fucking and ect. Well, we split up into what are now the major religions of planet earth.
I’ll be interested when someone figures out how to fuck the divine goddess. The legend/theory is that when she cums her scream will eradicate reality in its entirety. I’m kinda interested in what happens after that.