The drug war criminalizes the best chemistry.

That creates an underground market.

Then it points to the harm it created as justification for its own existence.

At the same time, it puts that very same chemistry into the hands of a “doctor” and charges both you and your insurance company far too much.

Doctor = Dealer
Patient = User

One is called a professional.
One is called a criminal.

One gets paid.
One gets punished.

The Universe does not take kindly to hypocrisy.

Neither do I.

I do not have insurance.
I do not have a doctor.

And I will never have either until my mission is complete.

It is very simple: get the millions of our brothers and sisters out of prison, away from the pigs and the swine who call themselves psychiatrists.

It may be an evil world today, but bacon in the morning always cheers me up.

If you support this, stop reading. Tell the white coat, the insurance company, and your local police to lose your number and give you a blowjob for the inconvenience.

If you do not support this, please continue reading.

Hi, you.

Are you sitting down?

I need to tell you something no one on the short bus told you while you were going to the brainwashing building.

Your mind was built for Love.
Made with it.
Raised with it.

And now you are here, looking everywhere for it.

The fear that is making life a living fucking hell for the rest of us is fragmenting your thoughts.

It is destabilizing your emotions.

It is killing you faster than I can fry eggs and sizzle bacon.

So, please, do not listen for me.

Listen for yourself.

Your brain is the computer.
Your heart tells the computer what to do.

When you touched the hot pan, did you think first and then act?

When you were jump-scared, where did you feel it?

The survival mechanism that kept humanity alive does not live in your thoughts.

Love makes you smart.
Love makes you happy.
Love makes you healthy.

That is what your mind was made for.