Well, I guess it’s time for another one of these.
Hmmn. Well, I seriously underestimated the impact that a fentanyl/morphine addiction would have on the human body, lol. Holy fuck, haha.
It’s been a long and hard road but I’m finally I think getting things back on track. But Jesus, seriously, fentanyl misuse really poisons the body hardcore. It realllly fucks up your immune system. I had a period from like March – April where my body just kinda forced me to exercise but otherwise veg out to I guess give it a chance to “reset” everything.
I did gain a little weight during this period- I maxed out around 5 pounds into the “overweight” classification, which… frankly, isn’t bad at all, considering the general populace these days. But of course, me being me, I had to compare myself to my peers, and yes, I was defo chubby compared to, I guess, a Lily Collins, or an Emma Watson. Or any of them, really. And I guess I still am.
But even so, compared to the average 40 something Bubba around these parts… I’m fine, lol. Yikes, people. I mean, I’m not going to judge anyone individually but… wow, IDK. Some of you guys maybe need to cut back a little on the soda and fast food once in a while. Just saying.
So… yeah. Since that unfortunate day on the scale I’ve been cleaving away at the excess with a combo of exercise, vitamins, blood stimulation, vibration, infrared lights, blue LEDs, water intake, etc., and this spectrum of techniques seems to be working, which is nice. I have more energy, I feel, and I think I also feel a little less “hungry”. I think that this decrease in my general hunger may also be due to my body not needing extra fuel anymore to process the buildup of acids and poisons caused by the fentanyl addiction.
I’m also again harnessing the, uh, “midichlorians” or whatever to help me out with this stuff, lol. From this point I need to lose probably 10 pounds or so in order to feel truly comfortable.
So, there you go.
Well, in related news, I’m still learning about my powers, and how they… “work” or whatever. In order to keep me young, my body needs to eat, it seems. Self-directed genetic engineering is I guess impossible without some kind of caloric surplus. So once again I guess I will need to resign myself to having a weight in the high end of “normal” according to what the CDC says is “normal” (in other words, thin, in an age where the normal man my age is clinically obese. Reeeeally confusing, this terminology is).
To give you an example of how confusing all of this is, when I was at my heaviest at around 5 pounds overweight, my girlfriends and I tried to “fix” this problem with exercise motivation, etc., and it seemed to work, but I couldn’t help but think of how incredibly jarring this is when considering… the average situation out there, and how extremely important this all is to everyone involved, even if only subconsciously. I mean, it’s kinda… complicated. Very complicated.
It’s the culture, I think. I mean, we’re all practically naked, all the time, now. I mean, the internet is filled with ultra high resolution photosets of my girlfriends in bikinis (and less) and then there’s me, a guy who broadcasts his sexual escapades to a huge, huge number of people. How huge? Honestly, I have no idea. I can’t see things from the other side. Is it hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Billions? I haven’t a clue. Can aliens see this? Who the fuck knows.
But the thing is… yeah, the whole lot of us is extremely… naked, lol, and I mean that literally. So our collective sex appeal isn’t some idle thing, but a topic of possibly global importance. Crazy, I know. Utterly nutty, but there it is.
So… considering everything involved with all of this, I suppose I owe it to the world to keep myself in a good shape and physically appealing in general. I’ll work on the shape first and then the rest of it, like clothes and whatnot.
Crazy stuff, all of this is. Utterly bonkers in some ways. I mean, we have two competing programs of genetic engineering of the populace going on here, with the vaccine people trying to push people in one direction, and me pushing people in another, through myself.
Really crazy and hard to keep up with. I understand why so many normal people seem to be losing it these days. I mean, their DNA is literally being fucked with by big pharma on one hand, and some evil necromancer gigolo on the other. I mean, whaaaat the fuck, lol. Poor people. I wonder sometimes what these guys even think about all of this, if in fact they even can, accurately.
But… yeah, ok. I still need to lose that 10 pounds. Getting a six-pack is I’m sure impossible considering my caloric needs for all the telepathy, genetic engineering, and… neuron growing that I’m constantly doing. I mean- people need to eat for muscles. It’s a common thing that when people are “bulking up” they eat and eat lots. I suspect that something similar is happening to my brain. When I bulk up my neurons, I think that my brain probably instructs my metabolism to consume, to make the process viable.
So… yeah, verrrry different. So likely no Zac Efron abs for me, lol.
I mean, not that I need them, I mean, I’m sure Victoria doesn’t care either way, but I have always had a problem with perfectionism. I mean, I want to be the best possible version of me.
Maybe one day I will discover a silver bullet, and figure out how to use genetic engineering and the ambient nanotech to achieve that perfect comic book body. It would be nice, even if it would just serve to make my escapades more appealing to whomever cares to watch these things.
Well, food for thought. At any rate I will continue to repair the damage done to my DNA with the extra calories I consume, and continue as well to use my many, many technological tricks and devices and exercise routines to chip away at my waistline.
I mean, if we’re going to do this whole “cyborg” thing, then god damn it, we need to do it right. I’ve talked before on here how my body can absorb ambient EMF, radio wave and microwave energy to power itself, so I see no reason as to why I can’t use that energy to boost my immune system. I mean, literally just plug myself into “The Matrix” and feed off of the electrical power coursing through the grid. Why not? It’s actually getting fun to do just that.
I mean, I can actually feel my body eating the energy being released by my laptop, and by the house’s wifi, for example. And it tastes kinda… good, lol. Like it’s oddly satisfying to me, somehow. I mean, like it’s actually healthy for me. Really crazy shit.
I mean, why not? This energy seems to actually reverse my aging. I mean, I’ve trained my body’s DNA to use electrosmog to make myself somewhat younger, more vital. The ultimate adaptation. I actually do seem to get younger-ish and stronger the more I sit in front of my computer. Really, really weird I know, and totally contrary to what every health expert in the world tells us is true, but damn it, the evidence is literally right in my own mirror. I have few of the wrinkles that other men my age have. I’m crazy strong and energetic for my age, compared to the average person. Which, I know, is not that impressive at all these days, but I think still notable.
And I think it is possibly indeed all of this electromagnetic “pollution” that surrounds us that I just seem to crave so much. I just… eat it, somehow, and use it to supercharge my body’s ability to heal and repair.
I mean… it actually tastes good, lol. I mean, I can taste it. Like, Wi-Fi. It’s actually tasty.
Weird AF, I know, but the proof is literally right in front of everyone’s faces.
That being the case, maybe all I need to to is just… supercharge my body with as much electrosmog as possible. Maybe I can melt the inches away with simple excessive Wi-Fi, microwave radiation, Bluetooth energy and mass cellular absorption of “harmful” LED light. Who knows. Never actually tried it.
Maybe I’ll try bathing myself in electrosmog while I sleep. See what happens.
Things to think about, for sure.
Weird, lol.
Yeah.
Wow.
It’s really weird being a cyborg, honestly. I mean, it’s weird but it’s cool and… uhm… well, there’s a lot here to think about.
Yeah, ok then.
Good night, world.