I would love to meet some guy’s girlfriend in a room. I would give her the d, all day and all night and everything is blue. Shit, sorry. Music in the background.

K’yastamē

I just made a post, you will read it

Bro, I are famous. Everyone knows who I am but you

I are a cyborg, thank you. My pronouns are 0/1/null and I am grateful to be both a porn star and a new member of the Church of Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints. You should come to one of our churches this weekend, especially if you are trans or a furry. Especially if you are a furry. I’m doing science for God.

I get this reference, having seen the source material a thousand time, voluntarily and with raging erection

That was unintentional, but the cool thing about art is there are multiple ways to interpret everything, and any way is neither right or wrong. I mostly do stream of consciousness and pictograph style art (along with juggling and performing) and in creating something simple, you can sometimes come up with something depthful you didn’t intend but you still see how your brain was thinking that way.

Put it in your ass!

Show us what you’re really about…

Bro, each one of us can be a god or goddess or other gendered/species deity if we learn to kerfundridge light within ourselves, as the first page of the Bible teaches, obviously.

Bless you. As the leader of the Mormon Occultism sect of Christianity, I proclaim this man and/woman, or whatever gender they may identify this week, is living just as our lord, Jesus Christ, did and died for! Now where are my nipple clamps? Joseph Smith better miracle his ass to my orgy, or I’ll miracle him there myself!

You do you, I’ll do me, and we’ll meet back here when we wanna touch each other in a profound way as Jesus Christ touched me in a Mormon church the other week, and that was when I was touching myself!

I’ll fuck ur mom’s ass in front of doctor if she she needed someone to do that to save her from bowel cancer or some shit

I know

You shouldn’t have sexual relations with animals unless they consent, bro. Thems the rules.

I ain’t never fucked a cow, just large women, and I’ll do it again for the sake of bringing Jesus Christ into their hearts and souls.

The third or fourth or fifth party we’re talking to, or all we all you? I could totally be this whole conversation and be both sides of it, y’know? I could be you, bro. You could be me, but y’know, you hold on to that delusion of a self.

I love you. I don’t know what you’re doing, but either authentic or you’re not, so which is it?

Jesus cannot live rent free in your ass because he lives rent-free in my ass every night and day. Plus he’s black, and you’re too racist to love that throbbing dark meat.

See, you’re saying random shit. I’m being honest. There’s a difference between you and me, and that is why I am Anonymous, as my phone’s keyboard’s predictive text tells me to tell you, boy.

I always am

I cannot figure out what some people are doing in their cars when I’m on my bike. I’ve been hit before, both with it being my fault and not. I’m getting better at familiar strips of the area. People don’t realize life can be fundamentally different if you leave your little pocket of reality. Drivers in NY are not the same as drivers in AZ.