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I had another grand mal seizure the other day. I have to get a referral to see a neurologist, but they can't get me in to get my referral until October 1st. Let's hope I don't die before then :D

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TO ALL MEMBERS OF EARTH:

I know I’m not supposed to harbor hatred in my heart—believe me, I’ve heard the sermons. But how do you love a world that spits in your face every day? How do you forgive when society itself is built to dismantle the soul? I’m not irritated anymore—I’m raging. I can feel it in my bones, something primal, something ancient clawing its way out. Because everywhere I look, I see the death of substance and the coronation of vanity.

People are worshiping their own reflections. Narcissism isn’t a flaw anymore—it’s the global religion. Every filtered photo, every performance of “individuality” is just sacrifice at the altar of Self. And it’s empty. A hollow shell. Soul rot.

And God help the children born into this carnival. Little blank slates, little innocents—thrown into chaos. Raised by parents who are still children themselves, if they can even be called parents. Half are frying their neurons on drugs and screens while neglecting the very lives they brought into this world. And the women? Convinced degradation is empowerment. Half-naked online with their toddlers in the background, defending their own chains like freedom. Don’t tell me it’s liberation. It’s slavery with glitter. You think your grandmothers fought and bled to be more than sex symbols, only for you to turn yourselves back into commodities for likes? Their bones are screaming in the grave.

And men—you’re not getting a free pass. You were supposed to be protectors. Shepherds. Anchors of order. Instead, you turned into predators and parasites. Weaklings pretending at strength. You call women manipulative, but you lie with every breath. You decry “modern harlots,” but you fuel the fire with your own lust. You cry out for “traditional women,” yet you refuse to live up to traditional manhood. You want obedience without leadership, respect without responsibility. You don’t protect women from wolves—you hand them over. You don’t raise sons into men—you let them rot into porn-addicted cowards. Understand this: when men fail, the world collapses. Women aren’t rebelling against God’s order—they’re rebelling against your failure to uphold it. Hypocrisy is not masculinity. Cowardice is not strength. The fall of men is the fall of civilization.

And society as a whole? Everything is weaponized. Food is poison. Music is ritual. Movies are predictive programming. Games are training simulations. Even the air is laced. The colors, the numbers, the symbols—they aren’t random. They are the language of control. You think Disney is harmless? Marvel movies? They’re rituals. Initiations. Telling you what’s coming, dressed as fiction so you laugh instead of prepare.

Your DNA? Stop thinking it’s just about ancestry kits or medical swabs. That was just the surface game, the bait. The truth is darker—they’re harvesting you every second through frequencies and technology you don’t even notice. Your body is constantly broadcasting data, and the devices around you are listening. Your phone, your Wi-Fi, your “smart” gadgets, even the towers—they’re scanning, decoding, and storing your essence. Biohacking without knowledge, without consent. You think you own your body? You don’t. Your genetic signal is already in their databases.

This isn’t science fiction. This is reality. They can read your DNA through frequency resonance alone—your cells vibrate, your blood sings, your bones hum, and the machines are tuned to catch it. Satellites, scanners, towers, God knows what else—they’ve built a grid that harvests the very code of life. They don’t need your spit—they already have your signal. And from there? Manipulation. Editing. They don’t just read your DNA—they’re learning to rewrite it remotely. Silent hacking of the temple God built. The abomination of desolation in biological form.

And don’t fool yourself into thinking your thoughts are safe. Half of them aren’t even yours. Frequencies implant them. Algorithms reinforce them. Demons cloak them. You can’t even trust your own mind anymore. Consent isn’t always spoken—you can give it unknowingly, with a click, with a swipe, with a thought you didn’t examine. And once you give it, they have a foothold.

Now, let’s address society as a whole, shall we? We have been under attack for a LONG time. EVERYTHING is weaponized. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, the music we listen to, the shows and movies we watch, the games we play, hell even the air we breathe. Our society WANTS US to hate each other. Why? Because if we were a cohesive unit, we’d be unstoppable. And Lord knows that’s the last thing they want. They play these divides. They mess with your head, your heart, your thoughts, your algorithms, all to feed these hateful ideologies and feelings. And what do you all do? YOU FEED OFF OF THEM and blame everyone else for your problems. Where’s accountability? You’re able to think of yourselves in every single scenario except when it comes to healing, and addressing YOUR issues. Funny. Perhaps when your peanut-sized brains fully grasp the scale I am talking about, then we will see resolve and our society will heal.

But I highly doubt that’s going to happen. It’s going to take something drastic to get people to live their life appropriately—within the natural order, under the commandments of our Father. People aren’t going to wake up on their own. They never do.

And Big Brother? He’s not coming. He’s HERE. Watching every move, every word, every keystroke. We’ve reached the point of biohacking without consent. They’re implanting feelings and thoughts into your head. You can’t even trust what comes through your own mind anymore.

But here’s the good news—you’re not an animal. You’re human. You still have the God-given ability to question, to analyze, to choose. You don’t have to act on every thought, every emotion. They’re not commands—they’re clues. But they’ve dumbed you down so far that impulsivity rules most lives. And you blame your brain? No. Don’t blame your brain. Blame your lack of willpower.

Get angry. Get fucking angry. But aim it at the right things. Dissect yourself. Rip out the rot. Heal what you’ve been avoiding. Stop blaming the world for wounds you refuse to close. EVERYONE is guilty. We are living in a socioengineered prison, witnessing the climax of decades of experiments. And those of us who see it—we’re terrified. Because people don’t care anymore. Someone dies, people laugh. There is no pity for your neighbor. No love for humanity. Only love for self.

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Comics couples by Sean Angelo Filart (after Klimt's "The Kiss").

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I keep avoiding the things I truly need to confront, filling my time with other studies to escape. Even as I write this, that overwhelming, suffocating fear is creeping in.. it's like a weight, making my arms and legs go weak and numb. I know I can’t keep running from it, but it feels impossible to face. I'll get to you soon...

just stop

calling

me.

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✨🌿🍹Buy Me a Sweet Tea 🍹🌿✨

— art, faith, pixel spells, and homeschool magic from a mama makin’ it on her own —

Hey y’all. I’ve hit a rough spot—first time in my life I’m really on my own, and I’ve got a tiny human depending on me now.

I’m doing what I can with what I’ve got—creating beauty, building lessons, making art that tells stories, and staying soft in a hard world.

🍼 It’s scary, but I’m not giving up.

🧃 If you’ve ever been moved by something I’ve made…

💌 Or just want to keep a small, weird Southern artist afloat…

Commissions are open, and every little bit helps more than you know.

🍯 $3 = a glass of sweet tea + a prayer answered

🐇 It’s like sitting on the porch with me while I sketch, dream, and try to make it work

🕊️ Every donation is a whisper: keep goin’, mama

🌸 Support me here:

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Let's Discuss These Giant Crosses

How is it that in Mississippi—a state ranking among the worst in the nation for healthcare, education, poverty, and infrastructure—the biggest priority for some folks is building giant crosses? Crosses so big they can be seen for miles, towering over crumbling roads, shuttered schools, and hospitals that are barely hanging on. It’s beyond ironic. It’s hypocritical. It’s unchrist-like.

Let’s talk about what Christianity is supposed to be about: helping the poor, feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, healing the sick, and loving thy neighbor. Jesus didn’t preach about erecting massive symbols of faith as a display of wealth or power. He preached about humility, generosity, and compassion. Yet, here we are, with millions of dollars poured into oversized symbols while the people beneath them are suffering. How many meals could that money have bought for the homeless? How many families could have been kept warm in the winter? How many schools could have been equipped with basic supplies? How many roads could have been repaired to make transportation safer? How many hospitals could have kept their doors open, saving lives instead of leaving communities stranded without access to care?

And let’s get to the historical context here. The South, including Mississippi, was stripped of its wealth, infrastructure, and autonomy during and after the Civil War, then subjected to systemic exploitation and underdevelopment for over a century. Add in the effects of slavery, Jim Crow, and economic policies that have prioritized the wealthy over working-class families, and you get generational poverty and inequality. To this day, Mississippi struggles with some of the highest poverty rates in the country, as well as subpar wages, failing public schools, and devastating healthcare deserts.

You think Jesus would’ve looked at a struggling family—no food, no access to healthcare, their kids falling behind in a failing school system—and said, “You know what would really help them? A 200-foot cross!” Absolutely not. He’d have flipped the tables in those churches spending millions on these monuments of pride instead of on their communities. Because let’s be real, these crosses aren’t about faith—they’re about ego. They’re about looking holy instead of being holy.

Meanwhile, the South is breaking under the weight of its problems. Mississippi’s infrastructure is crumbling; bridges are collapsing, and water systems are failing (remember Jackson’s water crisis?). Public schools are underfunded, leaving children without the resources they need to succeed. People are working multiple jobs and still can’t make ends meet, with minimum wage being $7.25 still and the cost of living being one of the lowest in the nation. And then there’s the healthcare crisis—rural hospitals are closing at an alarming rate, leaving residents with nowhere to turn in an emergency. This isn’t just a state issue; it’s a humanitarian crisis.

If those millions of dollars wasted on giant crosses were used to open a free clinic, or fund scholarships, or improve public transportation, or build affordable housing, imagine the difference that could make. That’s what Christianity should look like. That’s what love for your neighbor looks like. Not some hollow, performative display of faith designed to stroke the egos of the wealthy while the poor are left to fend for themselves.

It’s time for the South to reckon with its priorities. Faith isn’t a monument. It’s action. It’s responsibility. It’s seeing your community in pain and doing everything you can to heal it. Until we get that right, no amount of oversized crosses will hide the fact that the people beneath them are being abandoned.

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The Batman

Art by Colin Craker

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29.06.25

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Sans titre - Allemagne - 2025

photographie argentique - Kodak gold 200

Hélène Thiennot

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Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021

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"My friends don't care about me" < bro doesnt know he's being swayed by the darkness in an attempt to further isolate him from others and facilitate his corruption