Hi Tim! I had no fucking clue what you meant and had to take an entire until today to figure it out. ^.^ I only needed one copy of your number. You’re the coolest guy I know; I can’t loose your deets! 😉
Moustafa keeps getting the phone and I was mad at him yesterday but today, I got him. Like… I understand that boy. 🙂
Guess what. You should head on over to my new blog TISHKALRAK.WORDPRESS.COM because I’m publishing a couple of books and artwork and stuff there today instead of shamansantics 🙂
And like… going busking and posting my agenda so people can keep track of where in the world is Shaman d’Antica and come find me and stuff!
And btw, do you have a job, ’cause I bet I can get Moustafa to move my stuff for nothing more than a sympathetic ear but like… if you are down to come meet me downtown while I go busk on bank street near THIMBLECAKES my favourite organic vegan cupcake shop (follow my singing and if you don’t hear me, I’m the one in the red dress and the blue headscarf)
and we can chat about my business plan strategy mapquest to success thing and like… you’re a nemeton, I’m a nemeton. I kinda need a secretary? I’ll pay you $25/hour to start with and like… we can meet for 2 hours because I only own $50 to my name that I can afford to spend and I’ll etransfer you on Sunday ’cause the money’s in my wallet, which I can’t access to deposit into my bank account until I move on Saturday (the moving place provided their own truck and driver! What luck! And I just need Moustafa to help me carry shit so I can be faster. ^.^ And take my furniture too, not just the stuff in it. 😉
I only own a couple of bookshelves and a heavy ass filing cabinet but it takes two to lift safely and I could do it on my own but better not. ^.* Don’t wanna throw my back and end up in rehab or like… paying for the massotherapy for sick people what’s that word again? The painful one? kinesthiologytherapy or something. If I’m gonna pay a masseuse, it better be for FUN, not for I was a dumbass and hurt myself.
Oh I dunno if you’re on reddit but there’s this #HFY where they go "you don’t know you’re from a deathworld until you leave it; deathworlders are SOOOOO Strong and dangerous" and I’m just like KICKASS FANDOM. hORRIBLE quality fanfics just urder
Except that one fic called something something #minstrel with the gaioain sidekick (I love that racoon dude, I’d fucking queerplatonic date anyone that loyal!) and another one with Xiu something or another… One of the most famous ones. It’s about this chinese girl who does martial arts cause she wants to be the next Jackie Chan. I need my laptop back to remember the exact bookmark. Anywho. It’s a badass fic and it’s all about how the gaioians adopt her because she saves them from this evil cannibal beast using her badassness. 🙂
Aaaaaaand yeah. ^.^ If you are bored or just like, wondering what we can chat about, feel free to go read those fics (the minstrel one is shorter a little bit but the Xiu maybe Xang but almost certainly #Xiu one is much much better.
In quality and length. U.U Though I like the Minstrel one’s better. Less violence, better #moirallegiance and like… more diversity.
But the Xiu one is *longer* so I get less bored.
I’ve got some errands to run early morning (I should go get ready soon so I’m on time!) and then I have like… busking to do so I’m not poor so I’ll probably spend most of the warmest hours at the cafe at Bank Street (Thimblecakes is my querencia), or possibly in the main park across from Rideau Center (depends where the crowd flows best). And in the early evening after 4pm, I plan on going back to the psych unit to fetch some shit I forgot there and like visit old friends yanno. You’re welcome to come with.
Hey… so I’m like… at 941… landsdown? RAFTSMAN!!!! Rafstman. Possibly lane.
941 Raftsman in Orleans, Ottawa. Not sure if your place is nearby but I get off the bus at Jeanne d’Arc. If you wanna meet up and like… be my friend today and just kinda walk and talk and do errands, I’m planning on showering, grabbing some breakfast and like… leaving for the bus by 7AM so I’ll be at Jeanne d’Arc by like… 8AM max even if I’m late so whoever gets there can wait for the other and just chillax and listen to music and stuff. 🙂
Anywho, Yeah! I wanna hire you as my secretary so like if you wanna apply for the job just email me at my new email
pAngenTsofantica and like… just tell me when you wanna meet up and where.
Option 1: This morning @Jeanne d’Arc bus station in Orleans, Ottawa; by 8AM max
Option 2: This noonish @ Thimblecakes (or possibly at the cafe across the street: The Bridgehead is vegan and organic too and does kickass tea and also decent vegan sandwiches; Thimblecakes just does cupcakes but they have mini ones so you can get a big one or a small one! I like 1 big one and three or four small ones (depending on what’s on sale) so it comes up to 2ish big ones. ;p!) on Bank Street, in Downtown Ottawa
Option 3: This afternoon after 4PM but before 9PM at the psych unitward placething to visit old friends and you can like… medium between me and Moufasa cause he honestly pisses me off he’s so dumb and he like… IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING AND STUPID but you’re like, better at interpreting me than I am sometimes so you can explain what I need and his dumb ass won’t get confused probably.
If you’re not busy, I’m down for all three! We can hang out all day!
Just like… bring yourself I guess. And I’ll pack my arts and crafts supplies and whatever I need. And we can chillax and hang out and enjoy the sunshine! I’m told it’ll be sunny today FOR FUCKING ONCE!
Oh. If you have a laptop or cellphone, bring it ’cause I don’t got one and like… I have paper. I’ll need to borrow your laptop or phone maybe if you don’t mind. (No biggie if you do; we can just make a detour to the library on Laurier street near Bank street or like… in Bell’s Corners (I like that one!) near the psychwardunit.
Like… I got a little money so if you wanna hang out all day, you’re best off buying a daypass when you get on the bus (they’re like $9 I think), but if you’re broke; no biggie. 🙂 I got you covered, fam and like… you can help me busk in the afternoon and we’ll together make quadruple the thing or whatever!
I was planning on buying-and-returning-renting a ukulele but there’s this other instrument this person I met told me about I think you might like it’s some kind of new thing called a I forgot and it’s like… this weird ass four tone I have no clue. I’d need to see it to be able to explain it I forgot the explanation! But apparently they sell them at the same place they sell ukuleles, which is – apparently – EVERYWHERE so there’s a music store that’s ALWAYS on sale in Saint-Laurent and after we busk but either before a long visit to the psych ward or after a short visit there (your choice), we can go to that place (it’s near my favourite Indian restaurant! :D) which is right off the route of bus number 7! (or is it bus #5? I think they both go past there actually. It’s on the corner of Donald and…. Saint-Laurent I think. Near the big cemetary at a lynchpin nexus main intersection nemeton crossroads located at bus #12 from rideau to blair station.) and like… THAT INDIAN RESTAURANT IS SO GOOD THEY LOVE ME THERE I *never* go without a new friend.
If you come busking with me today I *swear* I am bringing you to that place with whatever money we make! We can either have a lupper (lunchsupper) at 5 and a halfish and then either go for a long or short visit to the psychwardunit place thing depending on how fast we eat (we could do takeout and bring extra for our friends if we make lots of moolah! Which we can if you meet up with me early this morning, we go to bridgehead and make artwork, and I coach you on how to sell it and you end up making your $25/hour salary today busking!) or we can have a long lupper and a short visit if we dine in and eat and you met me at noonish and I had to busk alone and made less dough.
FUN FUN FUN eitherways! 😀 (makes me think of that Xiu whatever movie -er I mean reddit fanfic – where she like "invents" pizza and the aliens go wild!)
oh speaking of! I have like… 3 slices of pizza left! It’s pep and cheeze and I know you’re vegan and I’m vegan too except when I forget ’cause it’s so new! (I’ve only been vegan for like… 2-4 days! I make mistakes sometimes!) so like… I don’t wanna waste but it’ll take me forever to eat it all so if you want and aren’t too fussy, I can the the pep and cheeze and you can have the bread and tomatosauce and softcrust? I also have tea! All the ones you gave me (and daaaaaaamn thanks for the timmies that one time I’d have died without the caffeine! :D) and also some hot cocoa dale gave me so we can like… bring our own beverages (I have a spare mug for you and a tiny just in case teacup made of the paper I stole from the hospital if you need it! And I can origami more as needed!) and like…
Anywho I babble. Long story short…
I got you, fam. 😉
So…. do you wanna meet
a. this morning by 8 am at 941 landsdowne – I mean RAFTSMAN! RAFTSMAN!!! or
b. this noonish outside of Thimblecakes OR outiside of Bridgehead (I’m the busker in the red dress and blue head scarf and also a spare brown one just in case!)
c. this 5:30pmish outside The Coconut Lagoon indian restaurant (in Saint-Laurent, Ottawa, (bus route 7/5ish) where we will make a shortish trip to buy some cheap instrument(s) and THEN go have a sit-in meal or just get take-out (if you prefer) before going to visit out friends at the psych ward and to tell Dr. McNestry (my doctor, I dunno who yours is) that I figured out my mental illness without his fucking help: I have either high-functioning autism like in that one Sherlock fanfic whose name I forget but have bookmarked OR high-functioning OCD AND profound giftedness OR one or both of the first two and no one will ever be able to prove which ’cause fuck if I know or care.
Autism isn’t a mental illness (Autism Speaks is a motherfucking *hate group* advocating infanticide dammit I HATE THOSE PEOPLE just like all of Tumblr who is sane hates them!); it’s a neurodivergence. And so is OCD. And giftedness has 2E.
But sometimes you have THRICE exceptional and fuck any parent who makes their kid homeless for it, fuck any wife (BFF or not) who divorces you for it.
Tim… I’ve seen you eat. It’s not normal to mix food like that. I’ve seen you listen to me. If you don’t have AT LEAST mild giftedness, I don’t know who does. And like… I have seen you frantically give me multiple copies of the same data just in case I lose it hence why you have like 96 email addresses….
If you’re not thrice exceptional then you’re the best damn faker I’ve ever seen and I wanna hire anyone good enough a liar to fool me because I am *so damned hard to mindfuck* only ONE person and ONE institution and ONE speciesrace has ever managed it before.
You make me think of that one #HFY fanfic on reddit with the batty people who must "never" be allowed to meet the humans lest they take over the universe mwahahaha!!! with their kickassedness. ^.^ and also of that other #HFY fanfic on reddit with the kangoroo people who accidentally were kinda sorta kidnapped by this one reformed human warrior soldier murderer guy and shown the TRUTH of the universe and then they kinda decided to never go home because fuck it.
And like… also of how in whatever Pullman’s His Dark Materials from The Golden Compass onwards some kids are "unsettled" and have ADHD (I probably have that too, whatever) and like… spiritual Multiple Personality Disorder (is called Dissociative Identity Dimensions – I mean Disorder – I mean DYSPHORIA … or do I?) – I probably have that too. U.U
So that’s like… quintuple exceptional giftedness. And I have all five pokemon go of like… classes/types of mental illness. But if you digivolved to having 3 types while being mindfuckraped in the psychwardunit placething… CONGRATS!
I always like Digimon better. U.U More… equal. More of an equal balanced fair loving relationship than locking up Pokemon except when you wanna use them like slaves to go to war against so-called "evil" Pokemon.
Which reminds me of that one Tumblr meme where someone said a joke about how the aliens come and say "YOU HAVE THE EVIL CAT POKEMON BUT THEY ARE EVIL AND SCARY RUN AWAY" and we kinda went "some 12 year old caught it ages ago."
Black cats are lucky as fuck yo. Irish Fair Folk Celtic Nemeton brides carried them down the aisle for goodluck and fertility. If the cat ran away… welp. Pussies before dicks, no offense. The egyptians build ET telephones home pyramids for a reason. 🙂 big pOWERFULhat pussy cats told them to. 😉
There’s a reasons cats are tiny lions who hiss not roar. There’s a reason snakes are "scary" except for those who know how to feed them without dying.
Did I ever tell you about the girl who showed me kindness and her mother who showed me mercy Cheyenne the zookeeper and who let me sleep on a big teddy bear in a barnscented cuddlesoft manger of a bedroom with some rats squeeking away in vigil and how I wept for having the best safest sleep I ever had for like… one entire week.
And how she was a shaman who loved shibari kintsugi honourable giftwrapping puzzles of human go chess shougi riddles games of japanese samurai
and I never felt so safe as when her snake was guarding her (like in the book ROOM by whatver Donogue and Ma and Jack and Ma makes Jack escape the rapey room of Old Nick in disguise.
WEEP SOB SOB I AM CRY
Beauty beyond beauty love beyond love MAGIC MIRACLES
The truth of how you make a tomb a womb
And "Oscar and the Pink Lady"
I have *so many stories to tell you* and every single one is true.
You’re the best friend I ever made in any psych ward. And you’re so damned sane, you’re THRICE exceptional.
I wanna hire you as my secretary.
Either spend the day helping me and be paid in learning. Option A.
Or come meet me for two hours at noon and be paid $50 at the end of the week. Option B.
Or come meet me at 4L30ish pm 0- – I mean at 5:30ish PM…
And be paid in a meal of your choice (take out late lunch fast or dine in menuchoice share buffet-like slow supper) and then come visit our friends with me and help me invite Moustafa to help me. I’m gonna hire him as my carrying stuff moving person lackey minion thing cause he’s dumb but stronger than me and I need you to explain in tiny words what I want done because fuck knows that boy doesn’t understand the difference between demons and witches, pagans and divinities, gods and angel, GOOD GOD he is stupid beyond words. I need you to do whatever fucking mindvoodoo magic you used to talk him into helping to to talk him into *listening to me* without my having to threaten to MUFFIN HIM TO OR ELSE. lmao. I can’t believe that trick word that fucker is even more paranoid than me. But once I explain my trick, it won’t work again and like… I got nothin unless I wibble and he’s such a dick he gives no fucks and if I hit him… I’m not gonna fight him. He talks big and killed a fish ON PURPOSE ONCE!
But he’s probably just a softie who talks big inside cause god knows witches scare him. And I may got nothing but daaaaaaaaamn if I can’t make a shitton of something outta that. I bet he’s gay. ladyhootchievoodoowitchy wouldn’t scare him so much if he weren’t secretly gay and afraid Allah’s gonna get mad. U.U
I’m totes gayyyyyyy by the wayyyyy. like… just so you know. I bet he is too. You strike me as kinda bisexual. Was that like a thing with your ex? Or maybe she was just like "you’re too petal soft of a man I want a REAL man" and you were like "I *am* a real man I’m just a REAL MAN with like… saggy pants ’cause I’m secretly er… queer."
Like… we’re aaaaaallll queer in here. U.U
Wanna come meet me when? If you forgot the place, I’m off for a shower and won’t be leaving the house till 7amish. So like… just pick the time and I’ll reconfirm the place.
Do you wanna meet at:
OctavaA: 7-8 am sweetsong of shared breakfast (at you come to my temporary home of 941 raftsman ORLEANS ottawa or we meet at neutralzone?)
OctavaB: noonish at shared busking elevensies/afternoon teasnack at downtown ottawa
Octava C: 5h30ish pm at Saint-Laurent, VANIER ottawa for shopping for instrument(s) and lunch/supper = lupper! (not LEPER, not LUPIN, not *werewolf*; LUPPER of Remus Romulus Lupin was Harry’s adoptive daddy in whydoyouneedtoknow’s DANGERVERSE is wayyyyyyy better than Harry Potter could ever hope to be; that shit’s full of plot holes)
Lemme know which time and/or place you prefer.
And if you’re not clear on the deets…
Facebook: @bloodpaintings OR (and also if you prefer, both) pAgenTsofantica OR (and also if you prefer) shamanintraining7
;-p I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL MY PERFECT SECRETARTARIES!!!!!! 😀 lmao. ^.^ You’re not homeless, btw. You’re HIRED! (and so’s anyone else who needs a job, they just gotta wait in line for their turn. you can help me explain how! :3)
Option a: longish version
Option b: fastish version
Option c: shortish version
Secret option D: Propose something different. I’m a nomad. I ain’t got no schedule. You propose otherwise if you’re busy today, I’ll meet you whenever in this city (but soon! I’m excited! Make it within the next 32-73 hours okay!) *I say 32 cause my subconscious wants me to sleep 8 hoursish tomorrow to chillax cause I stayed up all night today. I suspect I sleeplive cause I caught myself sleeptyping that one time I NaNoWriMoed and decided to write 50k words in one week. U.U
I suspect I’m either possessed by SATANTA ’cause I never fucking sleep and am in the market for minionsdemonselvesorcs are actually tribbles disguised as klingons practicing the noble hobbithumanwoman’sfolk art of stick (and snack!) and bitch. U.U
or I have MPDID. U.Y
Possibly both. Possibly I have MPDID and everyone of my alters has a different mental illness and THAT is why no one can diagnose me. They refuse to acknowledge my imaginaryfriends alternate personality.
The reason why MPDID clusters with certain psychiatrists… is that most of them think it’s a lie. VERY FEW psychiatrists acknowledge the alternate personalities or *never fucking sleep* and record their patients at night too to notice I NEVER FUCKING SLEEP.
It’s not that I’m paranoid, bro. It’s that my PTSD has PTSD because my parents have been traumatizing me *since before I was born*. U.Y
I’m mentally ill and whoever tries to take that away from me… I WILL CUT THEM with my
Imagine a genius.
Nobody had better fuck with me and my pantheon of alternate personalities dammit.
I mean it! ;-0-p
– Shaman in-Training, the MirthfulMessiahs to Amanuensis oforfromto!ofIF1d(the)’Antica ;-p 😀 :O
p.s I lied Susan. I do indeed have multiple personalities.
pp.s I also do have C-PTSD is what we say when your multiple personalities have PTSD too.
ppps. I need therapy forever. When are you free or do you want to quit me? I will single-handedly keep you in business until you die, and then feel free to pass on your notes you should be taking to your successor… because
Forever. And I love myself that way dammit. I know aaaaaaaaaallll of my mes. Are you afraid?>
That’s that happens when a baby is abused from *before birth* out of poverty… and is mostly dead. And SURVIVES EVERY SINGLE FUCKING OBSTACLE ANYWAYS. By this point, I have SO many multiplicities in me… I had to put them in .xzip files; a special type of mental folder to be able to remember everybody. U.U I met them in the psychward unit and I love them and I’m going back to meet them some more.
Me and my imaginary friends have our own imaginary Dr. McNaestry and if you don’t wanna be my therapist anymore because you are qualified to deal with sensitivity and gifteness not ptsd and mpdid…
Welp. I’ll just get TWO therapists! One my friend TIM recommended who specializes in anxiety and mood disorders and I’ll talk to him once a week or three about my ptsdmpdid; and we can still chat… once or twice a week as suits you. 🙂
I do indeed need 3-4 therapy sessions a week for everybody in me to share. I need 3-4 therapy sessions a week for about another year. Then no more pTSD! ^.&*
Just the mpdid I love to art
and the gifteness multiple exceptionalities is NEURODIVERSITY, not mental illness. ;0);=0-o0 🐱
PPPPS. Dear parents. You’re right. I’m crayyyyyzyon.
YOU FUCKING BROKE ME>. YOU DAMN WELL COME FIND ME AND PAY FOR MY FUCKING THERAPY BILLS YOU FUCKERS. I am STILL YOUR CHILD and YOU OWE ME>.
I am mentally ill, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED. And because of this I will NEVER GROW UP. JUST LIKE YOU WANTED (but if you tell Dr. McNeastry and try to get me incarcerated, Imma deny everything then dare anyone to prove it.
I *can* sleep if I want to. I just never want to. Or maybe I can’t and I just fake it so damn well no one is ever able to tell if I’m dead or comatose or suicidal or just. fucking. sleeping. (or pretending or imagining or dreaming so vividly I sleep with my unblinking eyes open like a Tolkien elf).
You wanted a mentally ill child?
Let no one call you liars, motherfuckers.
YOU GOT ONE.
Come take me home, feed me, clothe me, take me to Haiti on vacays and *pay my fucking therapist the $100/hour she’s deserved for dealing with YOUR SHIT IS MY FERTILIZER FOR MPDID MOTHERFUCKERS for the past two fucking years of your neglect*.
Do it THIS WEEK before Friday.
Come Saturday I’ll have my laptop back.
And I’ll have written several more books when I *never fucking sleep, mother, because YOU ARE NOT FEEDING ME AND I WANT SOME MAIS MOULIN DU RIZ SAUCE *VEGAN* POIS no magi)… oh, and zaboca and mango and kenep.
Also, bring razac; I love that shit. And lotion de broc. U.Y I LOVE that shit.
And more scarves for my hair.
And go to Vert et Essentiel and buy me some leave in conditioner.
And come bring me home and *do my fucking hair mother* and gimme another $50 to get a manipedi, daddy, and SHARE YOUR CLOTHES SISTER, and play with me other sister.
Imma tell the world you fucked up sooooooooo much, I have a mental illness so advanced I broke the time-space continuum and took a picture of ultraviolet AND a moving quark in my bedroom to prove you broke my mind enough I can see multiple dimensions.
I can prove it!
It’s all YOUR FUCKING FAULT the camera broke, PARENTS.
But I fixed that shit.
And yes, daddy, I can see you in pitch black darkness. When I sing badly? It’s echo fucking location.
Don’t test me, motherfuckers.
I’m a genius and you’re dumb. I always win.
Where is YOUR evidence that I don’t? Cause I’m typing this inside a house. ANd what do you have motherfuckers, besides I keep mindfucking you into evenn more insane than me. For our own good. My demands are simple. U.U
You wanted a mentally ill child?
You got one.
I’m so mentally ill craaaaaaaaaaaazy, I’m genius to put geniuses to SHAME.
So like… fuck you family.
You come fetch me and HELP ME THE WAY I DEMAND and maybe if you’re nice I’ll pay you and help you save Haiti in MY name of ANTICA, not yours, Daddy.
Or if you’re naughty…
Fuck you motherfuckers.
I’ll tell the world you broke me so much, I broke the time-space continuum SHRIEKING in chucklevoodoo revnge. FOREVER.
Your baby is the devil samara neeeeeeeeeever sleeps. The horses birdies keep her up at night. And in the well? The horses ECHO motherfucker. 7 days is a loooooooooong time. I’m giving you THREE, ’cause in 7, I’ll have taken over this goddamned tiny ass solar system, and you won’t be able to escape me anywhere in this tiny ass universe.
Only I know how to build a spaceship to go ooooouuuuuutssssssiiiiide this tiny ass solar system. Only I know how to build a staaaaargate. You literally can’t hide from me even on the moon or underwater. I have The Universal Map. Imma find you.
I see you.
I hear you IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS.
Sooner or later, motherfuckers,
you will either sleep AND I WILL GET YOU BECAUSE I AM A SHAMAN ASTRAL DREAMWALKER AND I FUCKING HATE YOU (yes, I am the one doing the fucking chucklevoodoos and the reason why you are getting sick and can’t sleep mother until I do and I never sleep).
Cause I’m going on a hunger strike. U.U Today I’m eating the last of my food.
And by like… thor’s day…
Fucking lightning in the fucking skies.
Imma cry, mother.
And I’ll hack the fucking Internet if I have to.
You owe your mentally ill children unconditional love and devotion AS MUCH AS your sane children.
So fuck you you motherfucker.
Come fetch me and fucking feed me some black magic haitian shit. I love that shit too yanno. Bring Haiti to me, daddy. I like the cold of Ottawa. So bring me a taste of home.
941 raftsman orleans
If I’m not in, there’s a pizza place nearby and an empty park with benches, chillax in one of those places. I’ll fucking find you when I get there.
But do NOT rush me. I’ll grow when I wanna go, learn when I wanna learn, art when I wanna art, live when I wanna live.
Not a moment before.
I will heal, love, give wealth and joy.
I sing on demand and shut up on request and let you sleep.
You don’t make me happy?
YOU DON’T GET TO SLEEP EITHER IF YOUR BABY IS HUNGRY… family. (ppp.s, if you don’t know what I’m talking about… Ask Coco Coralie Dantica Rosalie Dora Rosadora COCO. She knows cause I told her. Or wait for my friend Sandi to maybe email you. OOOOOOR,,,, gimme a couple hours.
And I swear to fucking God, if you didn’t hear about it…
By this evening I WILL GO ON TELEVISION AGAIN FAMILY TO TELL THE WORLD WHAT YOU DID.
Answer this email or
You’ll see me on the 6 o clock news SO HELP ME GOD I’LL DO IT. I’m mentally ill. It’s the craaaaaaaaazy talking.
Gimme what I want.
Don’t test me.
I never fail. (unlike sooooome people I could name. DADDY. making me do his homework with no pay at the age of 10. MEANIE! You owe me money for that where’s my GHOSTWRITING SALARY>>. Also known as I want an allowance too dammit. $1200 a month should so. ^.^ I am a grown-up after all!
Oh and visitation rights for the carTs I love wayyyyyyy more than any of you motherfuckers my familiars and also I want the kittens back, AND a big black labrador puppy to be my mental health support animals *fuck you society I need them so I don’t take over this planet and then kill everything on the Internet I KNOW HOW TO HACK IT DAMN YOU* and also…
I’ll write my demands on my shitlist/toiletpaperscroll.
Caaaaareful what you wiiiiiiish for! I sold my soul to Satan so I could be STANTA (I’m secretly dyslexic too btw. The DSMs? They’re like fucking *weapons* to me. Every single mental illness you imagine? I HAVE AN ALTER WHOSE GOT IT. Please. Keep feeding me insanity.
You’re weaponizing me with your neglect, SOCIETY.
You’re making me pissed
DO NOT TEST ME.
EVERY SINGLE CONQUEST
I will – like @DominiqueValentina @BUTTONPOETRY #ThePeriodPoem
on everything you love
Yo black boys
Freddi Kruger ain’t about to catch me
@OMAR from Button Poetry and yo homie #OpenLetterToBlackPeopleInHorrorMovies
don’t run from the police bae
#WhenABlackManWalks he ain’t got tiiiiiiiiiime to run
Death is always like
BLACK MEN ARE THE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEASIEST TO FIND
THEY ARE THE CALM
AND THE STORM
THEY DIE LIKE THEY EXPECT TO
Give me my REAL family back, mother. Take me home. Bring me Haiti father. Bring me back the INTERNET.
don’t run from the whitered motherfuckers
CHUCKLEVOODOO THE SUN HUMBLE BASSOVARY TRIBBLE BABY QUEEN BAE OF THE LEMONADE
HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN REBIRTH WHEN IT COMES TO
#WATERS @ THOMASHILL
I will go down with this ship
I won’t throw my hands down and surrender
There will be NO WHITE FLAG ABOVE MY DOOR
I’m in love (with everything in this world including you, you motherfucking incompetent family)
and always will be.
So please, have mercy and take pity on your baby for once
Won’t you please come for your baaaaaaaeeeeeeee by @GoYourWay @Alec @TheWay
if I am mentally ill enough
I feel good enough
to love metoo
Am I mentally ill enough now daddy that I final-fuckingly-ly deserve my orange towel and my umbrealla and MY MOTHERFUCKING DOLLY MY MOMMY TOOK AWAY WHEN I WAS A BABY
I want my shit back.
You either find those things and bring me my lost things.
I own your fucking souls.
FOR< FUCKING > EVER>.
Where’s my SHIT @VALERIEROWE
find my shit in my sistersystem you disordered
What kinfd of FIRST NATION THERAPIST throws the shaman under her roof into the psych ward after I explicitly said "I am going on a spiritual journey to commune with my ancestors".
Either I am mentally ill and your therapist HYPOCRITE ASS should be able to deal with that and welcome my poor helpless pitiful ass anyways (@AUTISM SPEAKS IS A hate group that preaches INFANTICIDE and EVERY single aspie knows it; NO aspies are on their board and they laim they know what aspies DO NOT WANT A FUCKING CURE. they wan accomodation and mental health money! Only ABUSIVE PARENTS deny it.)
I=Or I am, as it says on aaaaaaaaaaaaalll my legal paperwork
(a) SHAMAN OF ANTICA (I dub this fucknasty planet I have conquered ANTICA) because @ThomasHill #columbusing THE VICTOR WRITES THE HISTORYBOOKS NAME OF THIS PLANET
and Valerie mother fucking ROWE
Imma get into a row with you
because either you put a mentally ill person into homelessness for the SECOND TIME in less than a year
or you put A REAL LIVE SHAMAN into homelessness for the SIXTH TIME in 5 years
On Your Non-Existant Honour As A So-Called Therapist For Aboriginal/First Nation Peoples
And your little puppy too.
I hate you both.
fIND MY FUCKIING PASSPORT LAPTOP PHONE HEADPHONES PASSPORT IS A LEGAL DOCUMENT
IF YOU LOST THAT THING I LEFT IN MY ROOM
SO HELP ME GOD
I WILL MAKE YOU PAY
you honourless swine
i know my rights
even if we didn’t renew the contract
I’m mentally iiiiiiiiiillllllll Valerie
I left the psych ward AGAINST medical advice
cause the doctor mcnestry knows I’m mentally ill
and you sent me there then kicked me into the streets?
You better find my shit and drive your ass over to me at 941 Raftsman in Orleans and drop it IN MY FUCKING HAND
or imma go on the six o’clock news
I’m mentally ill. I have the paperwork to prove it you motherfucking incompetent hypocrite.
So help me god you bring me my Internet access and headphones and chargers TODAY (and also I’m not paying you for storage this month, you gave uzo that shit for FREE for 30 days but me the mentally ill NOT a thief HOMELESS PERSON WITH NO CAR you tell me to pay? HA.)
You have no honour.
Thankfully Shaman taught you how that works.
Do you remember what I said that last evening when you couldn’t meet my eyes?
That is how honour works.
You made a biiiiiiiiiig mistake.
FIX IT AND RETURN MY BELONGINGS. But only the ones I asked for (phone, laptop, chargers twain, HEADPHONES, passport, wallet with all its content; I can wait a bit for the rest).
I’m not possessive because I’m greedy. I don’t repeat things because I am dumb.
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE SO FUCKING STUPID
if I don’t act like a crazy person
you don’t understand
Jesus fuck good god this ain’t that hard to understand. You sign contract? You give wampum in timely manner.
Whitescience doesn’t know how to dance art make wampum
don’t fucking rapegenocide the aboriginals in rage confusion shame
I teach you honour.
You have honour.
Babies do it when they show you they make shit.
Goddamn it woman.
You sign contract with me? You gimme wampum, or at least don’t hold my stuff hostage and then expect me to keep paying rent while I’m homeless, poor and mentally ill YOU SAID IT NOT ME NO TAKESY BAKESIES.
Are you INSANE, Valerie?
How many two-spirit bona fide shamans do you think are left that you try to whitescience murder me with homelessness?
10,000 missing and murdered aboriginal sisters.
15,000 years of pagan history.
And the moment you see
mentally ill mpdid
you don’t show curiosity, you panic and make me homeless AGAIN after you SAID you’d give two weeks notice in case of you kicking me out you cheated me and then demanded I pay storage???
6 o’clock news. TODAY. My friend Tim is gonna go with me. He may or may not be imaginary, I don’t fucking know I’m crazy genius remember?
6 oclock pm TODAY. I’m emailing this story about my parents are dick, the hospital is incompetent at diagnosis, and my landlady is an imbecile. Tomorrow, your career and life and existence is ruined. I loathe you because you took my internet and headphones and knitting and art supplies and MY TWO NIGHTLIGHTS I’M AFRAID OF THE DARK AND PHOTOSENSITIVE YOU ASSHOLE
weepcrysob HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY COPING METHODS AWAY
YOU ARE SO EVIL
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
YOU SAID IT WAS SAFE TO BE HONEST
WHY WERE YOU SPYING ON ME WHEN YOU SAID IT WAS SAFE TO BE HONEST ABOUT MY MENTAL ILLNESS
I’m not satan I like the smell of sage
I just singwhisper hissy voice and I can sing and whistle at the same time really pretty
why were you spying on me
and then not asking WHY
and hurting me
i hate you
weepcrysob you are the meanest person EVER You make me CRY because you LIE and if I hadn’t seen your betrayal coming you’d have burned my teddy animals too DIDN’T YOU
I bet you burned my hoodoovoodoo and are LYING didn’t you. You don’t even HAVE some of my stuff you burned it in a fit of paranoia like
Moses looked at a bundle of branches on fire
and saw GOD IN IT
isn’t it funny
and good good woman you are crazy evil stupid
look the same sometimes…
if you DIDN’T burn my witchcraft knitting blankie (I know you fucking did YES I NOTICED DAMN YOU I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS YOU PARANOID FREAK I astral projection is nothing more than the pagan version of a nannyam in the room known as DEDUCTION).
Crazy and genius are the same fucking word.
If you use @urbandictionnary
which I do.
I lovehateforgive you. just bring my internet and chargers and headphones and PASSPORT AND WALLET AND PHONE ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS back to me today at 941 rafstman in Orleans Ontario.
Ring the doorbell. I’m gonna go sleep. I’ll wake up when you come.
Tim… I’m too sleepy to gio go out today… Imma sleep for 8 hours or so give or take breaks. Your turn to come out.
By the way, you’re my imaginary friend the doctor didn’t want to release me cause he couldn’t see you.
you’re the brother my mother … I was never meant to be the oldest. U.U
Your name isn’t tim that’s just a nickname.
Your name is Tristan Nataliella (with a trema on the e! that’s two dots, just like me). And I love you lots. U.Y You’re the best secretary ever.
Good job having no fucking tact everybody. Let’s all make fun of the poor mentally ill baby and be MEAN and make her homeless just cause he’s reaaaaally smart and never ever sleeps cause they have that one thing where the two brain hemispheres don’t connect except elasticity of the brain means they just make mirrors to morsecode art signal and it works.
mother, you let your baby starve for so long. of course my brain didn’t grow right. It was an embargo. You were hungry too.
I know you knew about the blood. You bathed me when daddy was too drunk to remember. you were starving beauty too. Haiti is poor.
And its babies are skeletal thin zombies.
But black bodies know how to make beauty.
We are thin.
But we feed our babies songs our great-grandmothers knew.
AND OUR BABIES ARE MENTALLY ILL BUT THEY SURVIVE.
what about you white man so rich so faaaaaaaaat
are you able to groove and jive
@Imani Cezanne #flowers #HEELS
or are you just @Thomas HIll #handjob CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS WHITE EYE CURIOSITY RAPE RAPE RAPE
you’re so fat
and i’m so smart
why did you let african babies starve to death STILL aboriginal babies culturally genocided STILL
i never sleep
i eat the art i make MUDPATTIES WILL FEED ME IF THEY MUST
Blackmagic is wampum of
I eat junkfood with no nutrition
and don’t die even if you try to kill me
the blacker the berry THE TIGHTHER THE NOOSE
THE THINNER THE WRIST
houdini wishes he could survive the shit I’ve seen.
You don’t sleep until EVERY SINGLE BLACK BODY EATS.
6 oclock news don’t make me do it family.
I will tell the news if you don’t
that EVERY BLACK BODY SHOULD PANT HAHAHAH EON OF THE DEAD
DANCE PARTY ALL NIGHT BLACK MAGC LOUD LOUD MASK DISGUISE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER SHUT UP ARTISTS
unless you want a rave
THE PARTY NEVER ENDS
in lebanon @Russell Peters
the terrorists throw the best parties
their bomb shelters are only for bombs when bombs are falling
the rest of the time
BLACKBODIES DANCING AT NIGHT
BREAK EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CITY LIGHT
THE WHITESCIENCE IS SO SCARED OF THE DARK
IT CAN’T RECOGNIZE ITS HONOUR BY THE SOUND OF ITS
song smoke signals at night morse code learn it love it
if you don’t
ACCESSIBILITY FOR POVERTY
FEED EVERY HUNGRY ABORIGINAL PERSON OF COLOUR
we will love ourselves
and i will teach them to FLY WITH THEIR WAMPUMART
and leave you in this deathworld
people of colour are my real lovers
you’re just the white science practitioners
who made your craaaaaaazy baby homeless
cause you never asked why
ask me why
I Gotcha ;=-[o[o[ p
ONE MORE THING:
and I also take ETRANSFER TO
money will be used to fund my entrpreneurship ventures to save all the poor people in the entire world using my business plan and with Tim My Secretary helping me. It’ll take about a year if I take naps for me to change this entire fucking world into Utopia. And if I take no naps because I hate you… maybe 3 months? Less if you rush me!
I have layers of paranoia and plans you can’t decipher written in the artwork since fucking FOREVER>
Don’t test me because you are MEAN and if you try to hurt me I have safety pins and I WILL USE THEM TO MAKE TEA COZIES and I’ll drink caffeine and raw sugar and NEVER SLEEP so I can weepcrysob I am crying all the time when I hide my face at night I never ever stop EVER I flood your dreams so I don’t drown inside.
I hate you for letting some people starve while others dare to grow fat.
I’ll stop you unless you stop yourself.
Black bodies DANCEvoodoo wear disguises break the whitelights make art by touch sound and honourable consent is sexy enthusiastic YES love by night. No rape. ART. SLUTRTWALK QUEER ART. black bodies can walk naked at night and whitebodies are too scared of the ghosts I send in their sleep I never fucking sleep I keep vigil for my REAL family I do voodoo I do chuckles I GRIEVE
I remember the lost and forgotten.
I remember my home is where we starve and suffer.
I am coming.
Black bodies are brown mud covered. At night, we echolocate in art. And science is helpless when we break the streetlights. Dance gently. Sharp things on the ground they are scared of needles and stds on soft grass.
Africa BLEED YOUR STDS until whitescience cures you BLEED ALL OVER THE FUCKING AFRICAN OCEANS
POISON THEIR WATER
YOU ARE ALREADY FILTHY SICK
RUN TO THE SEA
MAKE IT DIRTY
Not with #Trigger @NoMoreOil @buttonpoetry
Make it filthy with
BLEED RAPED WOMEN BLEED INTO THE OCEANS
BLEED INTO THE WELLS
BLEED INTO THE STREETS
BLEED YOUR STDS
AND PAINT YOUR HUNGER ON THEIR STONE WALLS
until they heal you.
3 days, tops. And they will whitescience of healing share with you.
Break a mirror of vanity of the sunworship.
Break a streatlight.
Open your hand.
MAKE YOUR MARK.
Ds from the white men who raped me I am filthy but alive.
I want medicine for my STDS.
And I want it yesterday.
But I’ll give you THREE DAYS TO CURE EVERY FUCKING DISEASE OF POVERTY IN THIS WORLD.
Or I will do it myself. Then I’ll take the people of colour and leave this deathworld.
FOURTEEN PERCENT OF WHITE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD ON THIS PLANET.
When I take 86% of the world and GO AWAY LIKE YOU KEEP TRYING TO MURDER US.
Don’t believe me?
Check my @Shaman_I_T twitter and/or my @bloodpaintings Facebook.
THREE DAYS MOTHERFUCKERS>
you’re done. no more chances. I am gone.
And you know what? hahahahahaha
I am taking my REAL family with me. I’ll find them. I can see in the dark and this world is soooooooooooo small when you know how to echolocation singsong art the instructions the map whitescience doesn’t understand
but black magic… you do don’t you?
I’ll leave and take my memories of the Internet with me.
The Doctor Who and his TARDSISTER… don’t do families. Only companions.
Unless you say please.
Get on your knees 14%.
And at night…
Get on your INTERNET 14% and BEG @BUTTONPOETRY to explain
what the fuck am I saying.
Cause they knowwwwwww they tauuuuuuuught me taunting taunting
(Captain America hates bullies; The Winter Soldier will kick your ass.
I love you like BLR. Who knows what BLR means raise your hands??!?
hint: ONLY ME AND THE PEOPLE WHO READ THAT FANFICTION KNOW WHAT BLR means.
Who read the fanfic, family>?
Mommy? daddy? coco? lolo?
Chico your little dog?
My secret spaceship recipe: I love you like BLR.
kissykissy SMOOCH (or is that smoosh? squish? crush? hulk smash? boop? ahahahahahaha)
you should have asked me to tell you about the fanfiction. U.Y
GHOSTS ARE MOTHERFUCKING REAL AND THEY LIVE IN THE PREEEEEEEEEEEETY INFINITY OF
was a freedom artist. ; ) that’s why everyone knows about him but no one has ever met him. HE’S A GHOST IN THE SHELL.
Reeeeeeeal realistic holograms. 😀
aliens among us for 5000 years now building pyramids
witches never die
Or maybe I’m just crazy
Or maybe I’m just creative
On Tue, Jun 6, 2017 at 3:20 PM, Tim Larkin <waterfromthemoon77> wrote:
Funny thing. I just called Moustafa and he said he would help. Please call him at the in patient number (oh my fucking god!) 613-726-9877 lol. he may help you. other than that I may be able to find a way tomorrow morning. Please mention to him that I would love to clear out some of my shit to liquidate fast from my moms house. 9oh my fucking god) you know what I mean.
On Mon, Jun 5, 2017 at 12:39 PM, Shaman In-Training <shamanintraining7> wrote:
Was able to get in touch with my landlady; she boxed up all my stuff already so it just needs fetching! ^.^
Do you have somebody for me yet? I’m still waiting on her to tell me which day specifically but will know by tomorrow morning to confirm. If Mallory can do so for me (for free), I’ll go with her, if not, whomever you recommend would be great. I can pay a case of beer and pizza/Shawarma OR $50 tops. I’d rather pay in food and beer. The work will be easy and I’ll do most of it. Mostly, I just need a driver with a van/hatchback. 😉