Web Journal Of Red Pill Coyote - January 17, 2023

I met so many stupid mother fuckers in 2022 that 2020 is looking platinum in comparison. 2020 at least had some sentimental toast gliding like flying rays. There was something warm about it.. Sandra wasn't the only biological landscape in 2022 that was a HARD obstacle course. Darn, I know it's 2023 but my goodness. I'm envious of incels, special needs teachers are pointless, and so on. I'm pretty friendless in 2023 but I was on an ice berg in previous years as well. So, who gives a s**t about that by this point... I guess I couldn't collect enough time travel crystals.... At least I think I'm going to Huntington, WV today.. Hopefully, no djinn has killed off the electric elves that breeds nostalgia.. God and Jesus are the only comforters...
I can't tell you how many times I've locked myself in the backyard apartment and just contemplated about getting this one big cycle over with.. Go into the proper cocoon and fly until the end of the sky. I guess every chapter has hidden meat to it that feels absent...
As much as I regret losing my virginity in 2014, I'm glad I didn't lose it in Scioto County.. So yeah... And Ironton has tons of historical Nephilim bones... So thank you, Sam...
As for jester videos I've done... I did one where I was wearing a Mardi Gras mask with that Crash Bandicoot key chain sticking out of my butt and I made it do a topaz dance... And yesterday, I dunked some toilet paper in the toilet water and hung it up on my ceiling fan, turned it on and watch as it turned into a dancing specter... Toilet water was flung everywhere and some soggy toilet paper slapped me in the face...