The rabbit is out of the cage AKA its OVER! I'm FREE!!
AKA I pulled my head out of my ass AKA Since my plan of calling deeve a "stupid head" didn't get me banned from here, I got banned from RHMT...
And I Woke up!
It's 6:30 AM and I am A bird who has been let out of the cage. Maybe its the Hypergraphia, Maybe it's coming to terms with MJ touching me. I don't know. But if I were Bi-polar then this is the most "different" I have ever felt (im not bipolar)
What am I talking about? Well first I need to answer some questions. Then, You will see, Dave is finally OK. Not just OK, I am about to leave to go Work on my cars, I took some Acid about a week ago and I don't know what that had to do with it but I'm not (so) angry anymore. Im just cool.
It SUCKS that the last 3 years of my life I have not been right. It SUCKS that I regret the last 3 years of my life, and it SUCKS that I just woke up and 3 years have gone by and I remember everything that has happened, but the person I am now, and the person I was 3 years ago would not have done the things I did in the last 3 years.
But Im here. At the computer, typing to you guys. 3 Years ago at a HS graduation party I put Acid on my tongue for the first time, and I ended up getting ketchup poured on me & my FAVORITE shirt-that-hid-my-back-deformity by this "80 IQ'd, strong bodied, Big chested Bully who's dad didn't love him" kid.
(Alot of stuff happened that night of the "glenmoore rush" my roomate wrote a book about it; he's an english major in 4th year college. )
So his other 80-IQ'd (now in jail) bully buddy brings me to the shower and im tripping balls with ketchup all over me, and he pushes me in the shower and turns it on and I hit my head on the soap dish and black out for a second. when I came to my head was throbbing and I was seeing thick blood pouring down my face in the shower and going down the drain so I jumped out and in a panic to not ruin my favourite white shirt I took it off and then ran to the phone and called 911. Before I knew it someone was saying oh shit and i was being pushed outside through the front door ( this party was at one of my best friends house)
So I'm outside and I see cops parked and i freak and try to open the door but it was locked.
So there I was, standing outside at 4:00 AM tripping balls with my shirt off soaking wet with ketchup still on parts of me.
I think I have a special part in my brain (instinct, everyone has it) because people have seen me turn horrible situations like acid parties and cops showing up into fine situations and cops leaving. I don't ever remember what goes on. But Every time I take acid and a cop comes involved, I some how "use the force, make them know everything is alright"
I remember the cops coming up to me, and im cold and they ask me what happened. I remember being asked If I had my keys in my pocket. I remember being asked if I could drive. I remember driving my mustang home through a LONG tunnel, which was actually just the road.
Then I came home at 6:00 am and my mom saw me throw up in the bathtub, and I told her I was drunk, I woke up with shit piled so high in front of my window it was blocking the sun light.
THAT. Was 3 years ago. It seemed since then Life Was getting worse, and worse, But everytime I took acid, life felt like it was starting from 3 years ago again. but it would always get worse, and I would trip again.
When I took that acid, I became another person. I realized the truth about things.
It's something I can't explain and when I try to tell people the way I see the world, especially the last 3 years, they think I'm crazy.
"I think I'm smarter than everyone" thats a sign of bi-polar.
No, I just think that mankind is full of people who are lying to themselves.
I get angry because barely anyone can understand me and how I see things.
I get mad because I am trying to be that "pure and good person" but I realize everyone is lying to themselves about so many things.
In order to be like jesus, I have to admit the bad thoughts I have, I have to Open the doors to my true self.
And the problem with that is that NOBODY does that, and people are afraid of Opening their own doors, SO when I open mine, its even worse.
I took the acid, and it made me see through ALL of the bullshit people put up mentally, to block them from THEMSELVES.
I know you probably don't understand why I get mad about this, because I guess I saw something I wasn't supposed to. I can tell what people are thinking, I can tell how they are reacting to what I am saying, I can tell how they are reacting to what they are saying. When I meet someone I can see straight into the human brain, and I can predict what they need to "feel good" "maintin homeostasis."
Thats why I have security camera footage (from my old house where people would watch from the inside) of me tripping balls, and talking to cops and giving them what they need to feel in control. And Giving me what I need to stay out of jail.
What fun is life if you can always calculate the poker game and know whos going to win.
I am a little crazy I admit it. enough to push a HS girlfriend away from me and that if I had been normal she would have married me, she was so in love with me, she tried to overcome every bad thing I did to her (out of my insanity), and I watched her fight every human emotion to be with me because she realized I was the real deal. I know she wishes that she could be with me If I wasn't so crazy about her and just crazy in general. Because she realizes I am myself, I don't try to be anyone.
"What fun is life if you can always calculate the poker game and know who's going to win."
That ability (after taking acid possibly?) sent me into a DEEP depression.
My best friend told me the other day when he was really high on drugs (who is about to have to go to rehab if he doesnt stop lying to himself) He has always thought that he was here to help me do what ever it was I was going to do. He always thought that if anyone was going to be a superhero, that I was the one.
Granted, he hadn't slept in 3 days. so that doesnt count.
I pulled my head out of my ass. I was so depressed i stuck it in their cuz i need a warm blanket (aka my previous OC addiction) to cover my head from the information that was flowing through it.
It was too much, I can see too much, I can hear too much. I feel like I have psychic powers, I can't hear voices in my head, but I can know things that I shouldn't. Its always been like that, but then after taking the acid. its like it multiplied, its like theirs a bunch of doors in my brain, and the special ability is behind one, and he has been coming to the door on and off yelling at me, but its allways been muffled, then the acid opened the door, except the little chain lock is keeping it from opening all the way up. So his voice became louder, but not able to come into the room, and grab the steering wheel. This drove me crazy
He could calculate the poker game and know who's going to win, and He would yell to me the answer.
Trying to say this to anyone would definately make them think I was crazy. because nobody would know the answer and not act upon it.
ladies and gents, I just slid the chain lock off, and the door has opened. I'm not letting the David behind the half opened door yell at me the answers to everything, while the David (thats all fucked up from being touched as a child and beaten as a teen and held hostage as an adult) steers.
I'm Locking that David away, He can have a mailbox, but no door.
I feel like Since I have all let it go, my traumatic childhood memories. I feel like since I've typed it out. (possibly because i have hypergraphia) I feel like Ive locked him away. That David.
Now I can use my ability. Now Instead of saying how great I am, This is a car forum, im going to make a car to show how great I am.
Im going to build a car thats a beautiful machine that is built from not being rich but just being smart and realizing that everything is not black and white. And that is why I get angry, nothing in this world is black and white.
Im going to build a machine that every time that it boost's it yells: "Humanity is Full of Retards; Here's Some Home Made Boost to Prove it."
And I Woke up!
It's 6:30 AM and I am A bird who has been let out of the cage. Maybe its the Hypergraphia, Maybe it's coming to terms with MJ touching me. I don't know. But if I were Bi-polar then this is the most "different" I have ever felt (im not bipolar)
What am I talking about? Well first I need to answer some questions. Then, You will see, Dave is finally OK. Not just OK, I am about to leave to go Work on my cars, I took some Acid about a week ago and I don't know what that had to do with it but I'm not (so) angry anymore. Im just cool.
It SUCKS that the last 3 years of my life I have not been right. It SUCKS that I regret the last 3 years of my life, and it SUCKS that I just woke up and 3 years have gone by and I remember everything that has happened, but the person I am now, and the person I was 3 years ago would not have done the things I did in the last 3 years.
But Im here. At the computer, typing to you guys. 3 Years ago at a HS graduation party I put Acid on my tongue for the first time, and I ended up getting ketchup poured on me & my FAVORITE shirt-that-hid-my-back-deformity by this "80 IQ'd, strong bodied, Big chested Bully who's dad didn't love him" kid.
(Alot of stuff happened that night of the "glenmoore rush" my roomate wrote a book about it; he's an english major in 4th year college. )
So his other 80-IQ'd (now in jail) bully buddy brings me to the shower and im tripping balls with ketchup all over me, and he pushes me in the shower and turns it on and I hit my head on the soap dish and black out for a second. when I came to my head was throbbing and I was seeing thick blood pouring down my face in the shower and going down the drain so I jumped out and in a panic to not ruin my favourite white shirt I took it off and then ran to the phone and called 911. Before I knew it someone was saying oh shit and i was being pushed outside through the front door ( this party was at one of my best friends house)
So I'm outside and I see cops parked and i freak and try to open the door but it was locked.
So there I was, standing outside at 4:00 AM tripping balls with my shirt off soaking wet with ketchup still on parts of me.
I think I have a special part in my brain (instinct, everyone has it) because people have seen me turn horrible situations like acid parties and cops showing up into fine situations and cops leaving. I don't ever remember what goes on. But Every time I take acid and a cop comes involved, I some how "use the force, make them know everything is alright"
I remember the cops coming up to me, and im cold and they ask me what happened. I remember being asked If I had my keys in my pocket. I remember being asked if I could drive. I remember driving my mustang home through a LONG tunnel, which was actually just the road.
Then I came home at 6:00 am and my mom saw me throw up in the bathtub, and I told her I was drunk, I woke up with shit piled so high in front of my window it was blocking the sun light.
THAT. Was 3 years ago. It seemed since then Life Was getting worse, and worse, But everytime I took acid, life felt like it was starting from 3 years ago again. but it would always get worse, and I would trip again.
When I took that acid, I became another person. I realized the truth about things.
It's something I can't explain and when I try to tell people the way I see the world, especially the last 3 years, they think I'm crazy.
"I think I'm smarter than everyone" thats a sign of bi-polar.
No, I just think that mankind is full of people who are lying to themselves.
I get angry because barely anyone can understand me and how I see things.
I get mad because I am trying to be that "pure and good person" but I realize everyone is lying to themselves about so many things.
In order to be like jesus, I have to admit the bad thoughts I have, I have to Open the doors to my true self.
And the problem with that is that NOBODY does that, and people are afraid of Opening their own doors, SO when I open mine, its even worse.
I took the acid, and it made me see through ALL of the bullshit people put up mentally, to block them from THEMSELVES.
I know you probably don't understand why I get mad about this, because I guess I saw something I wasn't supposed to. I can tell what people are thinking, I can tell how they are reacting to what I am saying, I can tell how they are reacting to what they are saying. When I meet someone I can see straight into the human brain, and I can predict what they need to "feel good" "maintin homeostasis."
Thats why I have security camera footage (from my old house where people would watch from the inside) of me tripping balls, and talking to cops and giving them what they need to feel in control. And Giving me what I need to stay out of jail.
What fun is life if you can always calculate the poker game and know whos going to win.
I am a little crazy I admit it. enough to push a HS girlfriend away from me and that if I had been normal she would have married me, she was so in love with me, she tried to overcome every bad thing I did to her (out of my insanity), and I watched her fight every human emotion to be with me because she realized I was the real deal. I know she wishes that she could be with me If I wasn't so crazy about her and just crazy in general. Because she realizes I am myself, I don't try to be anyone.
"What fun is life if you can always calculate the poker game and know who's going to win."
That ability (after taking acid possibly?) sent me into a DEEP depression.
My best friend told me the other day when he was really high on drugs (who is about to have to go to rehab if he doesnt stop lying to himself) He has always thought that he was here to help me do what ever it was I was going to do. He always thought that if anyone was going to be a superhero, that I was the one.
Granted, he hadn't slept in 3 days. so that doesnt count.
I pulled my head out of my ass. I was so depressed i stuck it in their cuz i need a warm blanket (aka my previous OC addiction) to cover my head from the information that was flowing through it.
It was too much, I can see too much, I can hear too much. I feel like I have psychic powers, I can't hear voices in my head, but I can know things that I shouldn't. Its always been like that, but then after taking the acid. its like it multiplied, its like theirs a bunch of doors in my brain, and the special ability is behind one, and he has been coming to the door on and off yelling at me, but its allways been muffled, then the acid opened the door, except the little chain lock is keeping it from opening all the way up. So his voice became louder, but not able to come into the room, and grab the steering wheel. This drove me crazy
He could calculate the poker game and know who's going to win, and He would yell to me the answer.
Trying to say this to anyone would definately make them think I was crazy. because nobody would know the answer and not act upon it.
ladies and gents, I just slid the chain lock off, and the door has opened. I'm not letting the David behind the half opened door yell at me the answers to everything, while the David (thats all fucked up from being touched as a child and beaten as a teen and held hostage as an adult) steers.
I'm Locking that David away, He can have a mailbox, but no door.
I feel like Since I have all let it go, my traumatic childhood memories. I feel like since I've typed it out. (possibly because i have hypergraphia) I feel like Ive locked him away. That David.
Now I can use my ability. Now Instead of saying how great I am, This is a car forum, im going to make a car to show how great I am.
Im going to build a car thats a beautiful machine that is built from not being rich but just being smart and realizing that everything is not black and white. And that is why I get angry, nothing in this world is black and white.
Im going to build a machine that every time that it boost's it yells: "Humanity is Full of Retards; Here's Some Home Made Boost to Prove it."
LMAO!!!!!! That made my day! lol 
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