my life is ok. i go to most perfect upper west side apartment in the world for coffee, ginger beer, amish ginger snap cookies, tea. high ceilings and french windows that look over riverside park. . the house belonged to a potter and the laundry hangs from golden piping and white thatched panels on the roof. talking about the desert and brazil. talking about santa fe. they say so what are your weekend plans and i say so there's this cult....
quest bar celsius snack so good but feels kinda suicidal to partake. not even like it'll kill me processed snack combo actually pretty sure fire way to get banging bod and tons of energy. but packaging so low vibrational and offensive and ugly and i choose it anyways??! choosing death??!
The best thing you can do in life is observe and analyze, and make all the most important choices once you’ve understood the patterns enough to be able to confidently do so
This is applicable to all aspects of life, big and small
how i met my friends:
It’s not that I wanted to self-mythologize more than I wanted anything else in the world, but I did not care to be so famous or even so skinny. The schizophrenic podcaster would call my friends “celebrities.” I think he was impressed that everyone in the world knew who they were. Everyone in the world was everyone who he followed on x-dot-com, which is a useful delusion of grandeur to settle on, as it allows for many spin-offs, along with opportunities for parallel play with the objects of your fascination. Later, everyone in the world was everyone who lived in his mind, and I was a pop star and a spy and an agent for a secret nation they were building out of San Francisco.
i've been trying hard to join a cult in LA
Hollywood Boulevard is like if Times Square actually was good and also if it went on and on and on. At the wax museum gift shop, everything was five dollars. A pretty blonde girl stood in the doorway and said everything is five dollars. She said that everything is five dollars a million times. Christopher held a blue basket as my coupon and we filled it up with pink Hollywood hat and Hollywood sweatshirt in color classic blue. They are going to tear you to shreds at the scientology center, Christopher said. They are going to say look at this tourist and tear you to shreds.
A small latino man serving as private security at the small scientology center knocked on the door a few times when Christopher asked about a free personality test on my behalf, but no one came to let us in. They just lost their lowest hanging fruit, Christopher said. you would have done the free personality test and said I feel so clear. You would have said yeah, it's expensive, but I feel so clear. You would have said please, take all of my millions-and-millions-and-millions-of-dollars.
Christopher explained scientology to me like this: a religion and pyramid scheme invented by science-fiction-author L. Ron Hubbard that believes there are ancient alien particles in your soul, and you have to eradicate them in order to become clear. You only learn that part after you've paid hundreds of thousands of dollars though. Christopher explains. And when you pay those hundreds of thousands of dollars too, you have to do confession, but instead of confessing to a priest you confess all the worst things you've ever done on camera, to the scientology officials, who you are also paying hundreds of thousands of dollars. Christopher grinned. It's a good scheme. I wish they were less off putting about it. Blackmail confession. That's such a good scheme.