As I observe the world, I realize magic is real. Or we live in a epic technocracy I've nicknamed Illuminati Americana. But when I admit human emotions are too weird, it makes too much sense.
For example, greed and theft. It should be easy. But guilt overwhelms me sometimes. There will be no other variables but guilt.
How do I appease the guilt? I proved to myself that I should hate the people of this town, and capitalism. Everything is a scam when it comes to wholesale prices. A candy bar is still 50 cents. Which means all the companies owe me money based on wholesale prices compared to the full price. Next is the people of this town.
I investigate the town while starving. Stalking the public admits there is much to be desired. I also do math based on what should happen if there's real people around. Math and science admit to me that either everyone is lizards or everyone is dirty. Literally I hate to say it, but the world could be avoiding cleaning itself so hard that all of society is supported if I am one of the few real clean people on the planet.
There should be more light. If you're clean, light reflects better off your skin. A camera's lighting will appear brighter if you're clean. When I discover that because of streaming, paying attention to myself, and googling stuff about cleaning products. That and the fact there are too many lights to keep a room lit up in public places like the library. It becomes obvious some people aren't clean. Or they aren't real.
Which invents the fact we could be in something like Shin Megami Tensei or the Wolf Among Us. If I realize, like a schizo, that not everyone is human. If there are more cold blooded people than warm blooded it makes too much sense.
There are also things that should happen if multiple humans are in a room. Like a tingle in their feet from static electricity. Or well... humans seem more animated than the rocks. They are unbelievably alive. And cute.
Everyone in this town is stoic and boring. It could be that I'm too much of a weeb for this America. But when I admit that people like Stephen Colbert display more emotion than the average human besides anger. It admits this town is incredibly stoic.
There are other things about this town that annoys me. I've blamed it on too much love for celebrities. But admittedly, there have been problems with specific spots. Weird people with boners hang out near specific trees and plants. Like Sycamores. Because it improves your ability to rape people near the plant because it's an aphrodisiac.
It gets boring at this point to admit I've been through anarchy in this town before. So people like these just become targets. Once investigations was done, I just beat him nearly to death with a nearby crowbar from a car repair shop's barrel they had full of tools. Then rob him for some personal wealth. Cause I'm homeless. And ya know, final fantasy rules. Villains and Monsters get robbed.
It gets annoying to admit being a hobo generates random events like it's GTA. Strangers and Freaks is a stupid game mode. Like an ex hangs out in a room of a parking garage, turning it into a brothel for herself. It gets really annoying. So I get bored and take advantage of it.
First, I try socializing with her cause I'm bored and lonely. It doesn't work out, even if I offer to smoke weed with her. She doesn't smoke. I offer to get some liquor, she says she doesn't want to fuck. It's a stupid debate where eventually she says "You leave or I leave." I tell her to leave. She leaves and says she's calling the cops.
Which is just fucking funny to me. They show up. Unfortunately I've been stalking so hard Greedy Hobo Hemlock realizes he doesn't give a damn about the cops. I blackmail them about fucking my ex like a prostitute in this room as cops. It quickly turns illegal as they say "This is off the record." I say "Good, let's box." And wreck their shit. Punches to the throat and kidney punches. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
Then it gets stupid. Really stupid. As Cops just are never around to begin with. It becomes clear my town's cops are dangerous pussies. Because when they try to deal with me, it is indirectly. Or long ranged. With autistic bullshit instead of a gun. I research enough to realize they are trying to kill me in unconventional ways to avoid jailtime. Which is sound, coincidental poison chain combos, and drugs being left in stores like the Smoke Haven. Which are poisoned as well.
I actually don't care about the poison. It's boring now to admit I am already an anti-poison God based on how hard humanity is already trying to kill itself and everyone already. They even weaponize light colors to add to the poison cause they claim different poisons will grow based on colored lights. Like blue light makes opium poisons happen on grass. And other bullshit I barely remember. It doesn't make sense to me as a average high school scientist though. Heat is vibrations. Light is just particles. Which admits the light could be carrying unique particles to change the chemistry poison combo. But heat differences doesn't make sense besides choosing the time the poison is truly active. Cause like a cigarette, poison does better when heated. Nine times out of ten anyway. I assume. I'm not a real poisoner so I don't know for sure. I'm an average chemist. Which admits poison is either too base or too acid. Which means they don't know what they're doing unless poisons have hidden tricks. Which is always possible based on the lore of poison. At least random rashes could pop up and stuff.
I stare at the world of this town. And admit to myself there is so much trauma between it and I. To where I stare at it as something like a beaten beast. That I have beaten to near death so many times. But death is barely real to me. My memories say I might've done it. But nothing changes. I don't go to jail. And if I think hard enough, it's just that the Cops aren't real. We are in anarchy. A peaceful anarchy that is only fighting with chemistry for the most part. There are no fist fights. It is just a city ruled by poisoners and the elite.
The elite are real. I've dealt with being excluded from special products in a damn subway and dollar general for God's sake. Like a chicken parmesan sandwich. Even though all the ingredient bins were full. And I never got an answer for why. I didn't raise hell then. And it's shut down now, so I don't care. I did rob them for soda once in a while, but that's it. It was just a stalemate there. I would steal soda and argue about why the chicken parmesan was exclusive to Christians. They claim it isn't about the church. We argue a lot about how stupid it is. They say I'm autistic. I say you're more autistic for having exclusive food for people without explaining itself. It's even on the menu. They take it off the menu eventually. I check in regularly for a month and try ordering it a lot. To help simmer their hatred and guarantee it stays off the menu. Cause I hate them for excluding me from things.
It just fuels the greed in my soul honestly. It isn't even a meme. Excluding me from products just makes me hate you. Like meiji chocolate cookies. My ex had a stranglehold on these cookies at Casey's for some reason before. During previous anarchy bursts while I still had a job, we argue. A lot. I scientifically prove the cookies cause abortions and that they're hoarding them for women to cause abortions. The Christians behind the counter and working there hate it so hard, they have a autistic meltdown and ban it from the store. For a while. It's back now though. I stole some for fun. They were decent, but underwhelming. Filling at least. Not worth 6 bucks though. Based on taste really. Quantity of calories, it's allowed though.
There is a sign of sadness to my soul. Another ex has become a cum gobbler. Before I left my job, I told her if my workplace turned into sex addicts again, she was gonna become fat within four months. It's been four months. She's like, at least pregnant if she isn't fucking fat. It pisses me off cause I hate sex addicts for ruining my women.
It's just an irrational warlord in me that wants people to stay civilized. But when I look at humanity as the Slaaneshian Eldritch Hive Mind, she is just following her true purpose as a woman. Which is gobble cum. That's just what the instinctive humans are supposed to do. Be fat sex addicts.
It's sad to me I resist the human genome unwillingly on this one. I would be a sex addict. If there was love. If I was with a woman or man I loved, I'd gladly be a sex addicts. But sex addicts here don't do it for love. Otherwise honestly they wouldn't get so fat. One man couldn't produce enough cum to gain twenty pounds in four months. Probably. I dunno, I'm not Quagmire the Sex Addict Anarchist Scientist.
I could just be somewhat reasonably jealous of her as a woman for getting to be the sex addict I want to be. It'd invent a home if I could suck enough dick for it to be a job. But I don't want to. I'd rather be a hobo and a thief. No one in this town deserves my spit even. They should just be used as the cum buckets and I walk away afterwards without reciprocating.
The town is just a disaster to me I hate with a passion sometimes. I love the city itself, not the people. The town is so pretty to me. But the people are gross and hideous.
Anarchy has admitted people have put signs on businesses saying they support rape. We fought hard over it cause it was a big issue to me. And a excuse to kill and rob people I hate.
It ends up with a stalemate. Because the sociopath in me realizes keeping the meatbags alive to rob them is a much better idea. So that's what I do now. And I live fairly well as a thief.
Humans are easy to rob. They are blind to me. They don't know what to do about anything at all. Anything. It gets boring to admit it's too easy to steal with a good coat pocket and just politely moving quickly in and out of stores. Just have a goal, put it in your pocket out of sight of people. And leave the store. It's too easy.
Especially when store clerks are legally supposed to just vibe. They aren't supposed to stop the thief due to physical liability. So it's easy mode as long as they vibe with their real legal scenario. Which is pretty epic honestly.
Assault is a felony on both ends, remember? Do you want to go to jail for punching a hobo? I might if I'm punching you as the hobo. Why? A funny scenario happens. Which is stupidly raw.
The surface admits I go to jail. Which gets me four walls, 3 meals a day, potential work to earn stuff while in prison. And walk out the prison with if I'm lucky.
However, cops are fucking r3tarded when it comes to hobo life. I've explained to them during potential arrests I'm a hobo that needs a home anyway, so take me to jail. And they abandon arresting me because they don't want a hobo getting a free home and food. So we just try killing each other. And I usually win. And rock on.
When I don't win, they still leave me on the street. They don't even try killing me. They always say "The Streets will take care of it." They don't, you're supposed to. Or at least hire a hitman to finish the hobos off, shit.
I have stared at this town for too damn long as a man with a job. We all knew it was dangerous. I already had it bad enough when I announced I was trans. It turns out the heat barely increased from that. It's open season for everyone. We all rob and kill each other on the streets. I just invent politics to cause it. Like wearing nail polish. It's a easy crime of society to cause war over. Which means transphobes are targets to get robbed if they try to fight me. Which is fucking rad. I want to beat some transphobes asses, this town and the church is so fucking annoying.
The church and I have barely vibed as a concept. I like the lore of Christianity. But the modern Christians of this town are fucked up. It's annoying how fucked up they are. All the favoritism is towards them. Which means I just hate them the most. Seriously, they even hog the women as whores for themselves. At least the Mormons do.