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>>16953706
Dunno. Looks like some sort of new age modern art crap

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Uh, OP, where did you get that image? That looks EXACTLY like me. That's the way I smile. That's the way my nose looks. The walls of my fucking bedroom are white like that. Any way you look at it, that IS ME with a toque over my face. I've never taken a photo like that though.

I'm legit skooked as fuck right now

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>>16954306
here's a comparison

OP's original looks shooped a bit too

I'm losing it, how did you get some picture of me

Start with yoga then suck your own dick

>>16953711
that hasn't been working out for me

>>16953723
suck harder

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNM_D_Fb2WGVV8YiiEQKcxA


i love this channel

i just found this video.
It's called "01 | ecaep ni tser" ("rest in peace in backwards" ?)
I could catch some words like "he is dead" "suicide" and "brother"...
do you think it's something or just crap?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VErtPvtzT5w

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsLiV4WJfkTEHH0b9PmRklw

if you didn't know it was just a channel used by Youtube to test shit, this would be kind of unnerving.

What the fuck.

You've got aids

>>16953631
Let's be glad your slipping of realities only made you nauseous and didn't outright kill you

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Also what the hell is this, is it legit? A friend of my facebook contact shared it.

>>16953574
shit's fake.

>>16953574

Under-developed aborted deer fetus. Some female animals can self-abort when in fight-or-flight situations

But let me start from the beginning I guess.

When we moved in, it was obvious the house was very old and needed work done on it. Since moving in we have fixed it up a lot. It barely resembles how it looked like when we first moved in. From the summer of 2014 until January of this year, I witnessed nothing out of the ordinary. Neither did my husband. However, there is one thing that may or may not be noteworthy. and that is the dreams. Since moving in both me and my husband have experienced horrifying dreams around the beginning of each month. (The first 6/7 days) I myself am not used to nightmares, normally I rarely dream and when I do I can't remember it or it is just a stupid dream about nothing in particular. My husband however claims he has always had bad nightmares and doesn't really think it is that weird. He also takes sleeping pills often. I do not.

By the encouragement of my therapist, I have catalogued these dreams, both mine and the ones my husband tells me about, for about five months now. In that time, Here are the dreams we have had:

The most common repeating dream for me: waking up in the middle of the night to our tv being on in our bedroom, with a newscast warning of a tornado coming very soon. My husband and I hear a storm outside. Obviously in this dream both me and my husband know that we must jump out of bed, gather our children and supplies, and run to the basement. However, when we are running to our children's room, where we THINK their rooms are, we do not find them. After looking, we find my boy in a bathtub upstairs, our girl in a closet. Our boy screams how he just woke up in the bathtub. We grab our kids and run to the kitchen for supplies. Our kitchen is completely empty. There is nothing in the kitchen. We run to the basement. When we run to the basement there is a dead body in it. The dead body is my husband.

At this point I look at my husband Jim (the one standing next to me, not dead) and he says "Michelle I am really sorry. I have never been real. I do not exist. Goodbye." Then I wake up.

My husband's most common dream: Waking up in the middle of night, rolling over and seeing me dead with a knife through my chest and I am screaming. After seeing this he immediately gets called into work. For whatever reason my husband throws my body into our bathtub and tells me he will be right back. He then goes to work. Only to find that the building where he works is no longer there. It is at this point that in the dream he completely forgets who he is or where he is, how to get home. He then wakes up.

Other dreams we have had: -Our children dying in horrific ways. -One of us finding out that the other has never actually existed. (We have both had these dreams) - Phone calls from dead relatives asking us over and over why did we move into the house, when are we moving out (both of us have this dream)

- Waking up covered head to toe in blood (my dream) - having another baby named James, our autistic boy kills James (both of us have had this) -Waking up to someone with an ax cutting an arm off (my husband's dream) - I'm in the kitchen cleaning and preparing for a visit from my husband's family, when I suddenly realize that I am in our old house, the old kitchen. I freak out. I have no idea how I got there. I call my husband and he picks up. Asks me where have I been, the police have been looking for me for two years. I tell him that somehow I am in our old house. He says that's impossible, the house burned down years ago. I wake up.

Anyways, there are many others, but those are the most common. These dreams happen in the first 6-7 days of each month.
Now to what I have actually seen and experienced in REAL life.

Since January of this year:

Several unexplained phone calls from an unknown number. I'd say this has happened about 15-20 times since January of this year. Phone rings at 4 pm, you pick up the phone and it is a lady on the other end screaming for help, saying the tornado is coming and she needs help, her baby is hurt, where do we live. After the first time receiving this phone call, we called the police, who haven't been much help. They have been unable to tell us anything except that the calls are sometimes coming from New York and sometimes from California. That makes no sense to me. I don't know anyone in Cal. I have never been to NY. Neither has my husband.

Our tv, our ceiling lights, our fans, our washing machine/dryer, the night light in my baby girls room, they all turn on and off completely on their own. My husband notices this, says it is creepy but probably because the house is so old. He becomes annoyed with me whenever I bring it up.

Many things have disappeared. Towels, forks, spoons, toys, three of my purses, bathroom items such as face wash, shampoo, soap. Old coins from my husband's coin collection, pictures and their frames, sometimes frames are left behind. Socks, pens, pencils. An entire chair. My husband says we just need to look harder, we will find them. Probably the children took them. I've searched everywhere...

-Both my husband and I, and several people who have been in our house for long periods, lose track of time A LOT while in the house. the scariest moments :

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>>16953362
Just gonna stay to hear Art's take on the california UFO

This mouse is haunting Art.

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This fucking mouse

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animus mundi are my favorite animus

It seems as though the Human Machine was made to transform energy into questioning.
Fed by what they call answers they are free to transform energy into questions to generate more answers.
This is a perpetual motion. A system whichs action it is to produce questions and answers.
In this lies its wholesome activity, and if it is not altered by itself from within it will never cease to be what it is.
A machine which goes in circles.

>>16953209
If macro/micro is the same pattern, then within our realm the only meaningless thing is society's materialism and the illusion of personal gain.

Life expands into the darkness and follows the same pattern as the tree, the circulatory system, neurons in the brain.

But there is existence outside of what we exist with and part of, whether of not one's beliefs address this.

Another question could be if our realm follows the same patterns, does it then share anything in common with the realms on either side?

Is the demiurge expressed only in geometry? Is phenomena such as Pi a byproduct of enabling change of states which we conceptualise as over "time"?

Even in the minds of people, together we can see different realities layered over one another. Individuals can change their entire reality with subtle changes of mind.

Is this a clue to the purpose of human division, and what it is obfuscating from people as a tribe?

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>>16953202
Now, the story begins, as they often do, in the middle of nowhere. I was at a vocational school in a city in Texas no one has ever heard of. The kind of school where you go when you're either too lazy or dumb for college. Personally, I was too scared of college. Too many friends went to college only to drop out or graduate with a nothing degree and be with no employment opportunities dealing with thousands of dollars of student debt. So I found myself at this vocational school in the middle of nowhere, excited with the prospect of gaining a trade skill and guaranteed employment for the simple cost of my soul (No, not really. I just had to sign an employment contract for a few years).


One night, because everything spooky apparently has to happen at night, I had a nightmare. Now, this fact was particularly jarring, because I do not dream, normally. I usually don't remember them, but even the ones that I do are nonsensical. I tried keeping a dream journal once, and all I managed to write down in my post-sleep groggy state was “Underwater soda commercial.” All I remember was green and yellow light, bubbles, and some metal pipes. Like the world's best or worst mellow yellow ad.

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>>16953207
Now, as a quick aside about my dreams, even my bad dreams are usually met with some nonsensical whimsy in the background. My worst nightmare as a kid involved my scrotum being infested with ticks, but I seemed to only treat this as a minor nuisance, and I'd have to stop from time to time to squeeze my sack like a stress ball and pop the ticks off. Nobody batted an eye at this, and even my reaction when I squeezed too hard and my nuts exploded like a balloon filled with blood, I laughed and said at least I don't have to worry about the ticks anymore. Even as a kid, I brushed off this dream with, “Well, that was weird. Huh.” My dreams, while some of them could be horrific in retrospect, never scared me. They were just that, dreams. Crazy nonsensicalities born of indigestion or whatever.

This particular nightmare, on this particular night, was not like the others.

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>>16953215
I started off between two doorways on either side of a water fountain. Bathroom doors, one was the girls, the other was the boys. There weren't doors, just the little corridor that blocks line of sight into the actual bathrooms. I walked into the boys bathroom, since that was the one that applied. The entire room was white tile lit yellow by fluorescence, and immaculately clean. There was no noise except for my footsteps. There were no stalls, either, just a row of about eight urinals without dividers down the left wall. Down the right wall, was four sinks, and four mirrors. I remember this dream more lucidly than any other dream. It was one of those dreams where you could not tell if you were awake or not. Its why I remember so many details. I walked down the center of the room, seeing myself pass in the mirrors. Until I got to the last one. In the last mirror, I turned and looked into it. As I looked, I saw myself rot and wither with an agonizing look on my face. I keep staring into the mirror, unable to move or look away. Once I am little more than grey skin over a skeleton, the image distorts until I am looking into a grey face. Not gaunt, not skeletal, but a face that wasn't anywhere near human. If I had to describe it's features, I'd imagine the red demon from Insidious only grey and black instead of red, with cracked teeth and black eyes. It was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen in my life.

I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming.

u wot m8?

Go on /vp/ and fap furiously

>>16952978
I already tried Anton Levey style fapping magick(tm) but to no avail.

PLAYHOUSE

There is only one: http://92.110.149.150:7070/

and it's name is PLAYHOUSE

PLAYHOUSE

>>16953020
a fat lady on source 46

>>16952963
CHIPCHAN cam link
TL;DR korean crazy lady who streams her life 24/7. Barricaded in her apartment, never leaves. Sleeps most of the day, has posters around her web cams talking nonsense. currently it says something about being extremely tired, and something about her chest.

She's sleeping rn
http://aassdd.viewnetcam.com/CgiStart?page=Multi&Language=0&Page=1&Resolution=320x240&Interval=0&Quality=Standard&Mode=Motion&PageLayout=Div9

I just walk the only road there ever was.
Same as it ever was.

>>16952897
Everything is Grace

>>16952906

The Gospel of David Byrne?

>>16952890

Go play skyrim

suk ur own dik

>>16952890
It's fantasy my friend, but nice try regardless.

God happened before the aliens, and before that

was the meme

The meme was from whence all things started. Evolution, Energy, even the laws of Physics. Not much is known about the meme