- Joined
- Apr 20, 2021
I am not entirely sure if living in a forest with much less of a need to wipe our own ass make up the best memories in any human being but staying in Japan for 2 weeks felt strange to me. The only star I seen there was Vega and I never seen the Moon there at all. An then going to Kyoto and climbing a mountain there was the least autistic thing I've ever done there until I was being beaten by my Meniere's Disease. Now, I entirely reject this liberal hippie lifestyle culture as I don't want anything to do with the devil. But we feel so weak and insignificant to our ancestors because we're so numb to sitting on our asses all day and smelling our own farts. I never had to rely on a map traversing around my own campground but I always had to rely on a map using Japanese subways and I still get lost. Due to knowing I have a chronic debilitating illness. I halted almost every production because of it, retired my music career amongst many others. I was thinking of trying to reconnect with nature more and more and see if that helps in the slightest and maybe entirely reverse diseases thought to be incurable. People were commenting on my extremely neurotic schizo ism recently and I had to continuously shit on a bunch of LGBT flags as my form of relief. But I do guess humanities best memories are out there in the wild, hence simpler times.