Ineffable Ontological Detanglement > Negative Experience

So mine are... this fucking guy's parents abducted me, sent me on a mission to... Draw blood. I get seven pedophile rapes, I guess they don't need to go on this one because that story is already too stupid. These are basically pretty much nearly fully conscious rapes, that's just the usual childhood stuff there. Except the Demidash family that one is off the usual. It was a test to see if I get HIV, if I get HIV I guess I don't pass, Jeff loses a friend. I didn't get HIV so Jeff gets to keep me. Half of these people have HIV, I got seven of them. By now I would notice, yes? ... 'Kay. Now, Jeff's parents apparently do this in their sleep, they're, like, sleepwalking zombies of repressed thoughts.

You guys did good, that's a nice piece of ass guys. Like you were saying. Thank you. No, while the odds are always in my favour, no that one was not THAT magic, no there's a more scientific explanation for in God's hands but you're probably not ready for this link yet I just can't let you have magic, synchronicity would have done it for an explanation, but, that would be a pretty incredible one.

Because. Because because because. You know it's you will never die until you are dead God magic. Because because because. They thought hm that shouldn't happen no those are poor odds, something's funny here let's try again, let's try again nine more times. That's crazy. Let's try again. That's cool. Let's try again. COOL. Let's try again. I guess we just get to use him, he's got like some kind of HIV anti-venom, or, you know, chosen one status or something. Almost consciously. Level two cognitive functioning. Now every time I hit this repressed memory window I'm just all... I'm here again am I? What de fuck? And they're all... Fucking die, Jesus. I hate this weird little pervert why doesn't he die!?

Then... Then these pedophiles broke away and had to keep fucking with it and hired people to abduct me another thirteen times. And... Stab me.

...Okay. I, uh, I guess that works.

OW. Following the damaged slut process on that one really showed some damage to my heart chakra. I guess that must be sex degradation invincible, Aria Wellington'll like that one. You still don't get to test the limits of it, it's simply an artificial enhancement. No you still have to worry about it.

I was gonna leave it, but, I guess at nine it makes sense to root out all these little pedophile abduction rings in the city before we scare everyone away so we're not releasing any of these problems into the rest of North America. It's, like, clearing out the whole city means we're going to be releasing a whole lot of these underlying problems. Makes sense not to let them leave, there's probably quite a few other underlying problems that shouldn't be polluting the rest of the world, we don't wanna make a mess we're just doing a subversive urban takeover thing we don't wanna make it anybody else's problem. Reveling in selling broken brain dementing drugs comes to mind, there's probably three or four other pedophile genius abstractions. Things that break the human experience crime underworld rules, those are bad rules to break, level two cognitive functioning. Basically if you're rifraff or pedophile wannabe hardcore rifraff and your first thought is going to be I GOTTA BAIL, you need to be looked at.

Fucking Sandra, you need to shut up you stupid semi-conscious bitch ego face. If I have to come rescue you one more time to keep your parents safe I'm going to end you, you WUSS. Because... Because you're pretty much always the one to pick me up at the Police station. Very good Sandra, very good.

In these moments, the police are too weak willed to do anything with this, they're sceered, they're sceered of this event and this gross child so they don't get to approach me they just file it in a report and repress the memory, the psychological establishment knows in this moment the correct response is headpatheadpatheadpatheadpat Ibetwewouldn'tgetanythingoutofthemthey'reinatrance. No it's even easier to get things out of the child, gently grab them and look them in the eye and say who abducted you? The answer comes right out the face, no matter how blurry and confusing the moment, it just flies out the face. So, it's always just... We know these people here but for some reason we can never find who's abducting the children for them. *finger tap at their repressed memory window*

Then another one here is... There's shelves with skeletons, this guy has shelves full of skeletons. He says you're with Jaqualine Smith and so I hate you, you need to eat my hand if you want to live. I need to... Eat your hand? You need to take a bite out of my hand, right through the flesh. Alright... Done. That was her grandfather, all I knew was her parents were dead she lived with her grandparents, she loved her parents she hates her grandparents. Now she knows I'm somebody she can trust, now she knows I'm somebody she can play with. She had friends who were good to her, reasonably so, only one that I remember that was very good to her, I was pretty much the only other one who was very good to her. Everybody else was pretty horrible to her, I didn't ever really feel she deserved it, yeah she's pretty ugly, smarter than you people. She knew all she could do was take it, take it in, run and hide, there's no fighting. I recall the other one that was good to her was pretty cute, she had a bit of a problem though, a bit of a problem with Jaqualine, she tried it fight it. I pretty much just left it, I don't care I'm just talkin'.

You get a lot of... Gifts. A lot of little gifts when you go through your repressed memory structure and semi-conscious thought loops. There's a lot of thoughen you right up abstractions in there. Like one fifth of you probably have one that goes like that.

Poor Jaqualine. That one must have been horrifying. There's a locked room. I have no idea what happens in there. I know sometimes he's in there. I know when he's not in there he has no idea there's even a room. She always said she would be dead from her blood disorder by her mid thirties. She was a good person, level two cognitive functioning with little or no ego investment. Ugly lesbian, but, you know, I'm sure she was pretty appealing to other lesbians. That kind of karma is interesting to figure out. Hard surrealist death hammer horror, worthwhile person with the ability to karmatically escape. She tried to hurt me at first, because, you know, I'm there, I'm a person who exists and we're eight years old, but, she gave it up pretty fast and hugged me and cried on my shoulder. Afterwards we would just casually chat, when we're in the same class, she had given up on fighting back and knew to just take it. The only logical conclusion is reincarnation, like you say, I came to that conclusion long ago, I guess I'll just take it.

I go concentration camp related. There were quite a few people at our school where you pretty much have to go concentration camp related. A few of them had to kill themselves. No that's not how you do it. You probably killed yourself angry at God that's really not how you do it.

His name was Mr. Beard. That appears to be my horrified automatic defense deflection. This one's kid didn't make it, Dan Smith, Dan Smith had to die. Mr. Beard kept his skeletons dangling from hooks on the wall. He told me I have no way out, I don't play games, you like Daniel you are dead. He asked if it's only because I feel sorry for him... I said "Yes? I guess? It doesn't matter, pretty much all these kids are the same to me. This type is more tolerable than the others." He seemed to understand he can't kill me. So he went and threatened my parents with my death instead, if I am anywhere near Daniel I'm dead. About a month later Daniel was dead, we're going to assume he met the end to skeletons on the wall.

That one dead inside-ed me hard. Cut off circulation in my hands. Releasing that one felt like I like Tim Hecker I like Deathprod I like arctic landscapes. You people think you're artists or something, skeletons on the wall, you're too on the nose Satan.

Then it looks like... My mother's friend threatened to cut me with a knife and I said oh please I'll cut you up so I got abducted by her and got two or three incomplete stabbings in and around the stomach and chest. I wouldn't worry about it lady that one feels pretty standard, you released some kind of compartmentalization fraud message.

And then there was... One parent abducted me and said I made a mistake, I pit two friends against each other. Iuhh... Faked a video tape of somebody breaking into somebody else's house? What? How did I do that? Oh okay wait no that was just a level two cognitive functioning plan and I was the guy guarding the door. Fucking... Okay, childhood aversive-arousal-ing, I don't want be seen as a weiner. Obviously that's what they're doing as well but they're level two cognitive functioning obviously they're capable of coming up with a brilliant childhood aversive-arousal-ing I don't want be seen as a weiner and know how to cover it up. Okay... Well, I wouldn't have fucked another level three cognitive functioning at least. Still. It's like. If I did it the right way, with words, sure that's fine. I used impossible reality horror. I may have went along with it to childhood aversive-arousal at the other thing with Alison and Marla and Alisha and Melissa. Eep. I made a mistake. On this one you should probably kill me. Okaay... Learn a lesson about what happens when you hang out with level two cognitive functioning. Leads to make brain hurt they don't get to have me.

Then there's... Wandering through a seemingly normal suburban looking middle class house that seems to be in the middle of St. James and then out in the country and then by the airport downtown all in the same place. Being given a tour of the house, opening closets, here's some skeletons, over here in the crawlspace, skeletons, over here in this closet look a perfectly normal closet clothes hanging up, hamper, skeletons. And then you reach out for it with your cold dead heart and warmly state you're comfortable here, you're comfortable here... So, I guess you can go. I guess we raped and tortured and killed you in your sleep. I guess this was a dream that never happened. Dead or alive in the hospital for six to eight weeks. Only eleven of you got that one. Another one treated it just like you, beautiful gentle loving warmth, this is your family, you must be her husband. That was a dream that never happened... That was a dream that never happened... On this one viewer discretion is advised... That means don't tell your parents you watch this one, kid...

They cut me all over my body, they broke both my arms, they broke both my wrists, they broke four fingers and six toes, they broke my back. They punctured both my lungs, my heart failed, my liver failed, my kidneys failed, my spleen failed, everything failed.

How many skeletons are in this house? One and two and three and four and four and four and four and four and four and five and four and four and four and five and four and four and four and four and five and six and four and four and four and five and four and four and four and four and six and four and four and four and seven and four and four and six and four and four and four and four and seven and eight and four and four and five and four and four and four and five and four and four and seven and four and four and four and six and nine and four and four and eight and four and four and four and six and four and four and ten and four and four and nine and four and four and eight and eleven and four and four and four and seven and four and four and four and four and eight and four and twelve and four and four and four and four and nine and four and four and four and four and ten and four and six and thirteen and four and four and twelve and four and four and four and nine and four and four and four and eleven and fourteen and four and four and four and four and four and eight and four and four and four and ten and four and fifteen and four and four and fourteen and four and four and four and four and twelve and four and four and four and ten and four and four and twenty and four and four and thirteen and four and four and four and ten and four and sixteen and thirty and twenty four and four and ten and nine and thirty six and zero. Now you're comfortable here.

Echoing through my head, an ethereal mechanical monotone... Now you're comfortable here... Now you're comfortable here... Now you're comfortable here... Ten days of on and off am I asleep am I sleep deprivating is what feels like the waking moments one big long dream? Time is getting back and forth scrambled in my head. Everything is disappearing into a beautiful ethereal glowing green. It's disappearing into the lights at the airport and the orange glow of the clouds at night in winter. I was in the hospital? I was in this house... I've obviously been here the whole time, this moment is not a thing that could possibly be it defies all logic. I'm not so special as to be delivered to this level of twisted genius serial killer and then just be one of the chosen few to walk away. I must be her husband? Who's husband? I couldn't possibly be in a life this dramatic, I couldn't possibly be in a life this dramatic...

You guys did better than the other ones, but, still that's... Too much skeletons. You use them really subtle with like psychedelic imagery not just all over the fucking place enough with the skeletons.