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[Anonymous No.20085614]

Schizo writing thread -
because i haven‘t seen one in a while. Write the most schizo thing you can come up with.

[Anonymous No.20085642]

>>20085614
>Thine SSL errs. Naught can be made to mend for a connexion

[Anonymous No.20085645]

>>20085642

[Anonymous No.20085673]

>>20085614
some passages from my book

>Have you ever heard of the phrase coming from a mother “I brought you in this
world, I can take you out just as easily”? Because women are eternally life hating;
harbingers of Satan. But as long as they are under control, despite the suffering and
turbulence to roll that wheel up the hill, as Albert Camus puts it: “we must imagine
Sisyphus happy”. Women are not suited to trade their freedom as housewives, away from
danger to deal with the toils of workplace sturm und drang. And it‟s about time they
realized that, even if force needs to maintain that. Iranians have had laws against free
assembly and that is why it should be applied here, to keep them from ganging up and
formulating a way to end history and put its ruins in the turgid wastes of hades.

>The subject of white women marrying Black men is a result of an absentee father,
same goes for atheism, femininity/homosexuality and criminality in males. This has been
proven time and again without empirical experimental evidence, for its self-evident; a
strong father figure is paramount to a society that favors strength and power. Women now
have the upper hand and that's why we are failing, giving them these rights in the West was
a disastrous mistake. Woman is here to serve God first and man second, but only to rule
her children, and the father is there to make sure their children do not become anything
that God does not intent them to be.

[Anonymous No.20085686]

>>20085673
Extra schizo. I‘m sure i will read your manifesto one day after you made the news as jack the ripper II.

[Anonymous No.20085687]

>>20085673
some more

>Every day of every part of our lives, we are fed innocuous amounts of artificially
constructed, man-made remedies for disorders we are told to have; many of them have
unusual side effects and may be unjustly tested on God‟s creatures. We go to therapy
sessions where people in suits make decisions on our moral and mental character based on
pre-existing notions only to pile on more medication to treat but never fix what is wrong
with us, if anything is wrong at all. Because if they actually solved anything, the businesses
which handle such medications would go out of business and they gain too much of a profit
into their greedy hands to ever let the false God of money go to embrace the spiritual side
of human nature.

>As the economy goes, whilst the wage system will remain intact, the elected guilds set the
prices and wages. A limit will be put on wealth and the revenue will provide free healthcare
and internet (although the highest of technology will only be available to the elected
delegates and the appointed leader, as only basic broadband to all citizens). The limit on
wealth will provide for equitable redistribution. The head of the government will only
intervene if a national emergency happens or a war breaks out, so the government will
enact an emergency credit acceleration to ensure those who are top tier valuable citizens
are called to duty.

[Anonymous No.20085689]

>>20085686
thanks. though I'm not violent

[Anonymous No.20085705]

>>20085689
>I'm not violent
Your writing begs to differ

[Anonymous No.20085750]

>>20085705
yeah well I'm a pretty quiet fellow

[Anonymous No.20085941]

>>20085614
my subconscious actively makes fun of me

[Anonymous No.20086078]

Crawling through an etymological whole today, we've become schizophrenic -
schizo is schism, to split, to divide, to cut, which is wisdom, sophia, sophos - we're not sure how from here we get to the fist, the fasces, the fight, but we know it has something to do with judgment, decision, division - vision as it relates to the German wissen, wisdom again, and a fission hence as all of this is prompted by kanye west's leaked vision "yandhi" on which he slurs on track six (six, six, six, the circle, the hexagon, the hypercube, three dimensions doubled by Time, Saturn, that old God, that sixth planet): "i don't believe in time/i just believe in science" and it sounds like signs, sein, not zeit! Untimely indeed is Mr. West on the origin of the work of art in the proto-indo-euro-cambrian era. Prepare yourself! Prepare yourself for phallic final thrust colliding with multiple pragmatisms as we declare a Pan (all) Demic (to the people) utopia. Rebuild the tower of babel!

[Anonymous No.20086101]

>>20085687
You're just thinking too much. Learn a harmless skill that requires paying full attention. Like juggling.

[Anonymous No.20086109]

Invitation to a Barbecue
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How do we produce and plastic wrap
An episode of life?
How can we, when it is illegal
To save the world right now?
A prank on Existenz, he says, headline:
"you bring the being, I'll bring the thyme."
local friendly man
displays hand drawn sign.

[Anonymous No.20086124]

>>20085614
Scrofula, Doc Johnson, the diarist knows he has. Boswell sleeping with Rousseau by way of Therese spreads the clap to the circle of Hume. Voltaire had a history but tomorrow is a mystery in Lisbon, Candide was a gift.

[Anonymous No.20086214]

my name is jonas im carrying the wheel

[Anonymous No.20086332]

>>20085614
New words just jump out of nowhere. An olm. A lizard that sits in a cave somewhere in Macedonia? I've never heard about this even though I majored biology and wrote my thesis about amphibians. An olm? It even sounds like a made up word. These words just come up, I don't know how or why but I do know that they are trying to ease these words in like they would've always been in our vocabulary, in our daily use. Seriously? An olm? And do you know what's the best part? There was the word "olm" in my cross words puzzle. I've played these for years and never ever have I seen the word 'olm" in these. Really makes you think...

[Anonymous No.20086335]

Yo yo yo! Whackity whack! Whatchawoochawow! Young Reinhard dreamed of the crucifixion of his enemies. Funeral enthusiast. I consider it a moral and fiscal imperative that taxes be raised on the poor.

[Anonymous No.20086350]

>>20085750
Was said about every serial killer.

[Anonymous No.20087119]

As you drive to the farm, you pass by a Contemplation Chamber.
In this space-- the psychically gifted attempt to control the outcomes of random number generators. Their kind are great assets to the State.
Psychics are overrepresented among the sacerdotal caste and the monastic orders, especially that order of Lord Boehme.
The military and the sacerdotal caste under Guenonfag govern society in harmony.

The life of the monastic is far from easy, and few are suited for it.
Discipline is indispensable on their path. Many are unable to tread it, their neurons fried by dopamine or the pleasures of the flesh.
A common ritual amongst the monastics is to reenact debates between presocratic thinkers, as Heidegger would have wanted.
G-loaded as this task is, only the top few percentiles are any good at it. The rest are philosophical hylics, just as most humans are hylics in more than this way. You thank the Self that you are no hylic.

To those who can resist the lower temptations, liberation comes in deep contemplation, as they enter into the Satchitananda of the Godhead.
The glory of Hyperborea has been restored. A new Satya Yuga dawns.

[Anonymous No.20087211]

>>20085614
baby shoes: never worn unborn forlorn greenhorns scorn till dawn while i adorn this corn with porn - deshawn

[Anonymous No.20087692]

AND HERE CAME THE BEE AGAIN emptybasketed back in the hive in a buzz across the lawn from another thicket of lilacs for more nectar till at last when hard times came he'd have not the faintest notion if he'd pollinated this or that stigma in this frenzied hum of survival serving neither himself nor even his own kind but another vast kingdom, a different order entirely, that CIA glow in the dark nigger, nature . . .

[Anonymous No.20087738]

>>20085673
phenomenally stupid. please spare us next time

[Anonymous No.20087763]

I have problems with my bladder.
Sometimes when I'm sitting alone in the park at the top of the hill, my cock burns and I know that it's time. It's time to piss, but it won't come out if I try to go behind a tree or in some bushes, I have to expose myself to somebody or I'm just there, cock in hand, burning.
I have problems with my bladder.
Mum said it some kind of itinerary tract infection which doesn't even make sense, how the fuck do you infect an itinerary? Mum's a fucking idiot, at least she shuts up when I raise my fist, the first beating was the last beating and she knows not to cross the line, she just needs to understand I have problems with my bladder.
It started when Delilah cursed me for making jokes about her witch group, said I'd never be able to find love or some stupid witch bullshit, that same night I went home and half way through my PB & J sandwich I felt the cock burn for the first time. Fuck Delilah, she's so lucky her parents threaten me with police otherwise I fucking swear I'd piss on her.
I wish I didn't have problems with my bladder.

[Anonymous No.20087767]

>>20085614
I am smoking this thread

[Anonymous No.20088282]

>>20086101
Nah I'm good

[Anonymous No.20088290]

>>20086109
This is good

[Anonymous No.20088293]

Fear not for the bell's toils. It's naught that might yet-not be undone. Never find yourself weeping for the tolling, the tolling. It rings salience from the fry, its piercings through the crisp air to grow but dimmed with day’s progress and weighten down under the humid sea breeze. Beneath blanketing clangour awaken the men of the town, their cottons clinglong still the residual warmth of bed, out of which must be drawn, they, into the crisp. Sittings-up muffle in tuplicate throughout the town. Sleeping arms gently lifted, no, let them sleep a while longer yet. There's time still for a stogie in the morning, upon the porch, or over the table and the day's papers.

Sleepwashed anew, it falls to me to do for myself what must be done. Rituals, scratching in the nascence of a new day, day like any other really, but day nonetheless, as I might, as I might. Yawning. Stumbles, small sip from morning's fiery flask, another for good measure. Ring, ring, ring. Porches and paunches, all around. Waves to Bill, compatriot across the way. He'll be doing the same thing. Smoke, smoke, smoke, and it's a hell of a morning, isn't it? Sol, that dooming slut, she outdoes herself. Pastels and partridges color the haze. Limned luminescent upon the horizon lie coastal ranges, their tireless peaks reaching and reaching. The new breeze across my knees' knobs, leg hair rising in mock protest to something buried deep beneath the cool earth and appreciating. That fucking whore, I say, letting ash drop unheeded to a peeling thinly laminate. Don't mean it, not really. Just gets the better of me sometimes. Smile, Grace. She do. Rile me, Grace. She hop on. Grace! fades to Mercy! fades to Holy Shit! fades to Breakfast Around the Table with the Kids! and all its biblical apocrypha. I think breakfast was passable, but the thought come through squeezed as it is around a mental behemoth heifered inbrain ontologue inheterous. What was: my wife's cunny, of course! Yes, for 500, but also undeniably. It seems like it was just some n-tupled multiple for n = 4'33 ago that I had in my little hand the quivering meatus of my wife, O fuck tunnel begging prolapse, O graveyard of hope and all its banal accoutrements, themselves aggretating a banality with a recursivity which integrates itself up to the very top. cant bite the hand that feeds you not to say i havent thought of it if only in passing. Performing cunnilingus often as I do, in creeps strictly in passing on occasion an urge like lightning across the forehead—that swollen frisbee—as I tease the poor woman's clitoris, lightly with the tongue ive gotten quite good atit a tit innit in it and when occasionally POCK POCK comes the pecker, duly ignore it. Besooth, for what accompanies the motion of his beak? but violence applied living flesh, Dangerous thoughts for a man who is struck in strict passage by the transposition of the beaking pecks towards a gentle toothing—just a teasing on mother’s grave.

[Anonymous No.20088298]

>>20086101
Who would have thought that anon would take 1984 as an instruction manual

Big brother loves you, anon

[Anonymous No.20088301]

When I was a young child I knew the name "Jesus Christ" as an expletive invocation before I knew it as the name of the Christian Messiah. Or perhaps not before, but primarily that way. Thus I recall asking my mother how Jesus acquired that name and she said, at length: "Once they had named him Jesus they had nothing else to call him, and so they could only go with... (Christ)." This made perfect sense to me at the time.

[Anonymous No.20088307]

>>20088293
a gentle toothing—just a teasing on mother’s grave—yet a toothing nonetheless of a fleshy hood covering so inadequately a little engorgement which a full-blooded man might see according to his nature as potentially a fruit and proceed to wondering at its nectar. This man, in keeping with his Nature, with his Ontology, his noumenal Encasement (or is it Encasedment) may, strictly and hypothetically speaking, wander from time to time down a hallway of sorts, get lost at times in its byzantine myria; Ah, yes! should I miscalculate for a heated moment, lost in the unforced lust; Ah, yes! if I were to miscalculate the force applied by the jaw; Ah yes! then this might happen, and that might happen and by that time she’s quizzical at the delay, apologies my love, let’s finish you off.
Th’kitchen table splays limp before me, grainy tendrils serpentined and reaching OUT, ACROSS, and BEYOND for which, why, and who aren’t? With moai’s dignity looms my wife, Joy, directly across. Pass the peas, Grace. She do. A shyness to her movements; my mind's eye dispels it immediately with prejudice. Beneath the demure lies something I've lain with myself, and beneath it all a little engorgement jutting. It's near time for work. Send them off. I do. To send myself off as well, I do.
My linens starchened, my hair crusting over in pomade, gaol to gaol, gaoler to gaoler. Ring ring ring. Why's not the belling chastened? Ring ring ring. Out the window life goes on. Is it me? My own bell? Can't ask them, not now, not while there remains some manner of self-idolatry to combat the crushing infetterence of ringings and Others and whyfores and hownots perchanced—interrogative—w ah ..n te(———((——(((— n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n n?.

[Anonymous No.20088314]

>>20085673
Not schizo, just retarded. I wish people would understand that there's a difference between them

[Anonymous No.20088317]

Deleuzian fascism means turning oneself into the instrument of the Other’s enjoyment, the fascist builds fascism to be given generously as the way to the erogenous zones of the real. The very basis of fascism is in fascination which is beyond the political. True fascination is beyond every system of domination, where a calculating bundle of egotistic interests pushes itself to take over the status of a universal law. However, when contradictions are heightened — within a universal law-paradigm — the balance cannot be maintained, and an overstretched body (of organs) of western rationality opens the way to fascinated mythological creativity. Molecular fascination begins outside of the dialectics, outside of the legitimate identities: no matter are they pro or contra.

[Anonymous No.20088322]

>>20088293
>>20088307

[Anonymous No.20088369]

>>20086078
based in truth. six quadruple was written on the wall they did not know with brains stalled but felt it in their bones.
I hate reading if it is not schizo
keep the Saturday holy, you wizards
every earnest shitpost recharges the frog nexus
also breath through your solar plexus
fuck im starving but today is not the day for tendies
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, God bless thee.

[Anonymous No.20088373]

>>20085645
>quite enough
>quite
dropped

[Anonymous No.20088388]

cringe is self-correcting. if you cringe you evolve. if you remain in safe space you stall.

[micsimonve No.20088393]

i lovre t his room

[Anonymous No.20088406]

>>20085614
The shadow of the castle is the nigger of the marsessus, huh huh? You want to goad me, I'll goad your tree. My his-story, my grandpa knew that tree.-- Wasn't that big then, now's all we left, ya see the times have changen, changen and wangen. On the honourable right left-cleft I spiralled upon the dancing light, it's not a danger, this cliff, when you proceed from pond to stream, upwards down.

I'll kill you I said to the man, my breath bristled against his beard and I could feel it in my mind. He went back to fish for wails.

[Anonymous No.20088422]

being lolrandom is not schizo. pic related is schizo. if you aren't saying nigger or CIA or space aliens or thought control broadcasting or God or using caps lock freely, if you aren't being persecuted, if you don't speak as if you are a world historical figure, if you don't admit your single digit age niece gave you a boner in 1997 then you aren't being schizo. schizo is not pretty, schizos do not write pretty prose, they express their ideas in a demented frenetic way

[Anonymous No.20088434]

>>20088422
>gatekeeping schizo
(un)take your meds

[Anonymous No.20088436]

>>20085614
I don’t believe in gangstalking, but whenever I go outside a black car pulls away.

[Anonymous No.20088751]

i remember that way back in school i thought that schizophrenia was pretty cool. I was a fan of Syd Barrett and felt that if i were to be schizophrenic i would be more popular with the girls for that it would excuse my erratic behaviour and general creepiness. In general schizophrenia appears to be a topic of great interest to many people, so it would make me seem more interesting to most and that would be a good opportunity for me to exploit that and use it for my benefit. But i don't know, i'm most likely just a narcissist, although i don't know if the realization of that fact refutes this hypothesis.
Excuse my blogpost
- Dionysus -

[Anonymous No.20088794]

>>20088406
I read this in Xavier Renegade Angel's voice

[N E M O . !!GgBWHLRiayD No.20088824]

>Schizo writing thread
>Write the most schizo thing you can come up with.

[Anonymous No.20088925]

>>20085614
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I'm legally disabled by it. I can't work; I'm on neetbux from the government. I'll just ramble.

Can you prove I have a brain?
If evolution is true, the brain evolved the representation which includes time and space. In other words, the brain invented time, space, and causality. But isn't evolution within time? How is that possible if the brain evolved time and space? Evolution isn't true, then. If it is true it something unfathomable to our intellect and evolutionary biologists are retarded.

You can't see the brain outside of the brain. If one tried to, it would be timeless and space-less. Colorless, extention-less, and causality-less. It would more resemble a spirit or soul or something.

The universe is as old as my mind is. Either the universe is as old as I am or it is eternal. The world (the universe in other words) is my representation. Astrophysicists are retarded because there is no absolute time, no absolute space. The universe isn't 14 billion years old. To paraphrase Schopenhauer, it didn't really exist until the first eye opened (which could have been my eye). I don't know how astrophysicists came to their conclusions, but they should read some German philosophy because they're all naive realists.

I'm done.
Pls no bully. I just wrote schizoramblings like OP wanted.