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no,wait. i meant to say 'tell me your story.'
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aliens type a. aliens type b. wtf, i didn't ask for aliens. too bad for me. tell them to go away anyway. refuse the ungrounded. check. check. triple check, on all levels. good job. 0.9 thousand dollars for your trouble and all kinds of surreal recognition. also, please don't do anything or go anywhere. endski. let's hope it comes quickly, because there's only so long you can sit in these uncomfortable seats in an old theater entertaining a fantasy. alternative continuation of existence through meditation, but no evidence that sangha types could pretend or actually enjoy my friendship or company. therefore, we shall meditate-in-castle, and work on ability to be friendly. capacity for fantasy, after all, is well demonstrated????? and also be involved in a community, which is not some fantasy TV sitcom. what really happened: i would've stayed within more "reality" but when the psychedelics were tried it was all downhill because my thought structures were gossamer, and the psyche couldn't tolerate even the small amounts that were experienced, so now there is a piece-it-together life. i definitely would've preferred to have kept-it-together. true_story. thanks for asking. no really, SETI was a wee bit invoked, but only after flaky me jumped ship, for all sorts subjective and objective WTF i-can't-do-this reasons. i know crazy people always say things about SETI but the research was supposed to be about origin-of-life stuff, which i didn't know what that had to do with life on other planets, necessarily, or for that matter, bible stories (it went there too), but anyway, i had to get out of that and i still feel guilty/bad for throwing my whole life away over it. if i ever say it like it is, those that know i was crazy will always think, oh she's lying. she's crazy. and i am crazy. but no i don't lie about it. it's a matter of integrity. a sincere thank you, oh anonymous one, for asking.
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