Just got out of jail. Got robbed by a psycho crackhead hooker and I slashed her windows. Got back the goods. Might get up to 8 years in prison.
Eminem is my only hope, if he pays off the snitch Les I might be inclined to drop the charges on his insane sister. She belongs in an asylum somewhere. She thought she could fuck Trixie, and I told her nobody fucks with Trixie.
Since I’m out of jail and my old account might have been hacked, I decided to make a new username. I view it as a fresh start, a clean start to begin anew. Before I go to trial I hope to release my book, which is going to be called “The Philosopher’s Tome” which will be the best and most ultimate book ever written. Kelly Jones and the fags at MOTI say we need to put our full names. Well in this spirit I give to you my initial, Z. With this, I close with the following remark, which I shall soon put as my signature.
I remember you from Philosophy Now. I quite liked your posts
even if I did not fully understand what they were really about
I am sorry to hear of your troubles. But try to stay strong now
Well, she told me that she was a genius who first met Eminem when he was doing a rap gig over at her trailer park. When they first met, she said his music was awful and then proceeded to knock the seven shades out of him leaving him with several lacerations. He became submissive to her after that and she became his coach and mentor, getting him the fame and fortune he has today. I doubted her genius until she beat me at a Scrabble game when I was actually trying. I then realised that she would be a valuable asset to help me on my quest to take over the world, that is until she backstabbed me and stole my laptop which I realised she was no longer even a friend.
Thanks for your kind words.
Same way you slash a tire. If i threw a rock I probably would have got more severe charges because it is a heavy projectile and thus more random and reckless.
America has the largest prison system of all. System of a down has a song about it.
I thought so too but it’s actually true. The only thing she lied about is her wanting to be my friend. Should have known better, that was a dead giveaway…noone wants to be my friend.
I’d argue that a prostituting crack user who has actually met Eminem at a trailer park is probably not capable of having or sustaining a friendship with someone who wants a build a DNA machine and hangs out a philosophy forum. You and this chick would never go together like peanut butter and jelly, soup and a sandwich, or a horse and carriage.
You have no business being in knife fights with prostitute crackpeople who know Eminem.
Although, knowing you from past posts, I have no fucking idea when you’re lying, when you’re telling the truth, when you’re joking, when you’re being schizo, or when you’re just being dramatic/creative/playful… like what do you mean that this friend of yours is Emenem’s sister??? Does this mean you’ve actually met Emenem???
I want to know what the Z stands for. Will you tell us?
Let me know when The Philosopher’s Tome is out (is that supposed to be Tomb?). I’ll buy it.
On a first impression of a second coming, you’re intelligence seems to have doubled. What did they do to you in prison?
Aaaw, you have tons of friends here. I don’t know if I could ever handle you as a friend, at least in person–you probably have major mood swings and all–but as an acquaintance on the internet, you have my full support and sympathy.
Zoot, what if there’s someone out there who desperately wants–no, needs–me to use the word tons in the figurative sense that I’m using it in? How would I choose between you two?
I’m sure you could get a plugin script for your browser that runs on page load and converts all usages of the word “tons” to “lots”–if not, you could probably program one–that would rid you of all your woes for sure.
Hey tricks, don’t be afraid of doing time, even hard, I did some time, and found it inspirational in some ways, but has a kind of rough time due to my better than average looks. But I found a guy who helped me get adjusted.
You are an amusing chap, a little disgruntling , but creative nevertheless, perhaps even a genius, course not nosing you that well, gather, that some of Your stuff is pre-talkie, grandeur in melodrama, but it still works , and welcome back.
lookin foreword to chatting with You sometime.
Maybe so. Walked past a guy walking down the trailer park who looked like him but I was too shy to introduce myself. Also she is not his blood sister but his sister in law.
Maybe someday.
A tome is like a mystical book or something.
Less fear and less attachment. Both things (fear and attachment) inhibit clarity of mind. Also switching to playing strategy games helps. Also, another good tip is to keep it slow, thinking about life and death, and focus on your own consciousness alot.
I’d be a better friend than your average neighborhood crackhead. I wouldn’t rob your house, and I am not a backstabber like the majority of sapiens in this world. If I don’t like someone, I will say it to their face, not beat around the bush. I am not a traitor, deserter or a false friend.
Thanks, also I found that it’s all about your mind. Your mind is the ultimate prison, the cell is only a manifestation an abstraction of it. The room is a tool, in order for you to realise the depth of your own prison. When I was in the cell I realised the absurdity of my localized consciousness and wondered why I could not escape my own physical body. I have also realised that the Buddhist notion of OneNess with the world is a false-seeming teaching, that we are really inside our brains which are not really One with the world, and the world is a distinct entity connected but not directly entangled with our brains or life-force-energy. With that being said, you can look like a doll and not be in any real danger, because how people perceive you is really how you project your attitude to them.
I don’t doubt you’d make an awesome friend, Trixie. But I still don’t think I could handle you. The honesty part–saying it to my face–I don’t think I could take because you seem like you’d be extremely harsh… not only that but you’d really lash out if I ever stepped on your toes the wrong way.
You’ve got a lot of angry energy and I wouldn’t want to be around when it goes off. I still mean it though when I say I’m your friend. I can take a lot of lashing from across the internet, so you can let me have it whenever you want. In person it’s a different story.
