SheepleOS:\> Soulistic equilibrium is a real-time signature language I designed to document hypnosis (without fanfare) through my personal communication style: Cosmic Chatter. I worked in the design industry for 11+ years in online banking and investing. I’m unqualified to be academic, but I’m creative. This is an example of “contrarian-evangelism.” That market is fantastically oversaturated with petulance and cherished narcissisms. I don’t care what you believe, and I don’t care if I change your mind. I’m just exercising my rotten conscience. That's it. 'Minnow Kings' don't want attention. Feel free to ignore my truth with SAVAGE humour. Only three people know who I am, probably. I’d like to keep it that way.
SheepleOS:\> MY...definition of hypnosis is:
“Tuning addiction (through vices) to/by achieving the impossible."
"Denying immutable flaw with politics."
I’ve documented hypnosis around three underdog elements: God, science and magic. Each element is outnumbered by a tag-team of hypocritical criticisms (i.e., science and magic against God). Why does science and magic see God as their enemy? Science and magic used to be one discipline; before they "diversified" by "philosophical" racists. We react to hypnosis in real-time through this marching mechanism; I call it "Cosmic Chatter." God, science and magic are the most SACRED placeholders to reserve TRUE perfection (i.e.; the circle in the diagram above).
But why would Science and Magic bully God? Interesting? It's as if diversity bullied science and magic to split apart. My writing style is an extension of Cosmic Chatter's DNA, and whatever the appeal of diversity, I document it SEVERELY ...to exercise my fallible conscience. I have an intellectual disability because I'm bipolar. This is how I document myself transparently, through sardonic poetry. Do you value honesty? If not, don't make hating contrarians a pastime. Are you a contrarian? Then why care about what I have to say?
SheepleOS:\> "I know everything about God, Science and Magic."
Sounds like a complete narcissist copyrighting genius to me? Trust me I know. The people that don’t believe ME are completely wrong. See the irony? I'm not an evangelist, but converting contrarians never lose their appeal; like popping a cherry. Everyone should have an education into their OWN personal denial (of immutable flaw). Don't evangelize traps for lost souls carrying a deluded sense of nostalgia. A percentage of the time (when you think you are perfect), you’re actually not perfect. I truly know that’s shocking to admit. That was me before I butchered my evangelism with a flesh diet.
Mistakes isolated within PURE imagination are the human way to wake up whole. How sardonic. Flesh is swallowed by flesh (in our dreams or fantasies). Dreams are our testimony. That's contrarianism. Contrarily to your opinion, I don't appreciate fandom. I'm not your celebrity. I will not treat you like a fan. Why? Fans are not friends. I want friends. Genuine friendship to bridge the gaps marriage can't compete with. But...God commands me to be a "Minnow King." King fish of a puddle: my family.
SheepleOS:\> "I know nothing about God, science and magic."
The people that don’t believe me are wrong, are wrong are wrong are wrong are wrong etc. Sound familiar? True madness from this TALL tale perspective ringing true shouldn't surprise. Of course, true perfection is illusive…look at its real-time exposure to human denial; like outrunning the live grenades you keep tossing behind yourself. You know, for fun. That's my definition of learning in a nutshell.
Unsurprisingly...optimism is born out of misery, and misery is born out of optimism. That creates political tribalism. I should know because I'm an Italian-Canadian, White-Liberal, Straight-Misogynist. Did you think I was a Trump supporter? I support (de)stabilizing solutions with what resources we have to keep the peace. That's it. I don't want to hear YOUR philosophy, faith and politics. You are not my fan, because I'm not a celebrity. That's MY choice. Your only choice is to obey a counterfeit evangelist. I don't evangelize to anyone, and I don't care if I change minds. I'm just clearing my conscience. Either way, you would leave me alone if you were clever enough to be offended.
SheepleOS:\> Why is the enemy of God my best friend? Magicians are dark side evangelists. True perfection's surrogate spite shares glamour's glee with minority talent. God is isolated within a bully orbit. The people that don’t believe me are wrong. Sound familiar? Again? Ideas are unique but not original; especially when someone else thought it first. Are your sources moral? If I can prove my asset works: my ferocious creativity, I can prepare for the inevitable. Whatever that is. Please prefer your privacy to mine.
SheepleOS:\> The mouth to hell is a well meaning colon. You prefer the taste of shit swallowing the key to your brittle cell. Over and over. Listening for the key to plop out, swallow it again, enjoying the taste of shitty metal. I know what humanity ultimately denies. It’s truly an alien perspective because I see beyond what WE deny; we tend to stop short of our conscience ringing the alarm before and after the consequence: breaking the law. Crime ISOLATED within pure imagination is never illegal. Why? You don’t want to know. Thanks to psychosis, I have no choice but to accept what sheep cannot come to terms with. Black sheep wrangle people not the other way around; sheep whispering into thinker's "sources." Hurts doesn't it...
A conscience assaulted by psychosis drowns our health in uncontrollably irrational and intrusive thoughts. Coping leads to addiction, political hypocrisy and most importantly...relapse. It's up to me to exercise its presence as deep as I dare WITH transparent journaling and professional help. I’m just a stay-at-home dad on LTD with a little college education in Seneca@York's Digital Media Arts. I use my skillset as a poet to express the solutions I’ve used to overcome my rotten hubris praising Rudder's Ruse. That's because I'm an White-male, Italian-Canadian, Liberal-Christian, Straight-Misogynist. I'm so straight as a Liberal person I vote Conservative when they're right. I take what works. What works for me? Having a few websites and books without fanfare. Leave me alone. Why? Generally speaking of course...can you trust someone that runs away from accountability? I can't. This is the life of a sardonic poet. Moi.
SheepleOS:\> This is my opinion; this is the typical signature I observe (in others) as a Sardonic Poet. [These words in brackets] represent the sinner’s trinity placeholder for true perfection. Lightning strikes twice. In the name of the contrarian that thrives in glamorous cults. Hypnosis is a wolf's shepherd. Those that do not submit to hypnosis, achieve "perfection's" bias towards truth with surrogate spite. Humanity is that surrogate. That's my Cosmic Chatter. Can’t you see it? I documented this. Only three people care I’m the author.
My privacy is most important. If you don’t like a misogynist’s ideas, mock me amongst YOUR friends. I don’t care, I’m NOT an evangelist. Go ahead and die with your stupid fuckin ideas. That’s what I’m fuckin doing. I’m just a white-male, Italian-Canadian, Liberal-Christian, straight-misogynist. I’m an magician's infidel. Cosmic chatter is a contrarian's truth. Don't make hate a pastime. No one is perfect.
SheepleOS:\> Being poetic lingers like a lecherous echo. Have you ever taken a hot shower when your skin is dry? As long as you stay within the stream of hot water, whatever irritation that the temperature inspires is massaged away naturally by pressure. Waterfalls spilling on your head. To sustain the sensation of flesh being pounded by rain; the pleasure simulates the melting away of flaws. All the while your skin is getting drier and drier. The lingering sensation is like hypnosis, and cosmic chatter (when enabled) turns off the HOT water. EEEK!!! BRRRRRrRrRrRrR! I didn't know hell could be so cold.
SheepleOS:\> As you can see, signatures track our hypnosis. Neither intrusion denies the other. Cosmic Chatter is a 3-D look at the trajectory of these signatures. Hypnosis follows the beaten path, psychosis charts it above and below. This website is my beaten path towards a day I save my pride from sadness, and accept....drum roll please...there's no such thing as original thought. Thoughts are not ours. Our agency is scripted. There is no such thing as critical thinking, only a contrarian's FAITH in derelict NARCISSISM.
I have a critical faith into the addictions that manage me WITHIN hungry pursuits of fame, fortune, heroism and politics; monetizing appreciating AND depreciating assets. One day you're a movie star, the next you're begging for spare change. My desire for celebrity increases with my ego's "God" complex to accept/deny immutable flaw with naivety. Do I look naïve? If my ideas linger with lecherous echoes, can that be monetized? I'm not an A.I., I'm an F.I. or Fallible intelligence. For God to be everything, that's open season for contrarians to debate.
Christianity is not a religion, it's a debate. It's plausible that God is real, and the consequence of creation is God's heartbreak. That's why God forgives you. God is the ultimate gender. Procreation sustains the population with cerebrally-derelict-narcissism. There's people that agree with you, and then there's contrarians. Cosmic chatter is my discovery. I didn't create it, I just document(ed) it with my fallible conscience. God scripted everything. Now you know.