Wither.
What happens when your brain starts electrocuting itself every few minutes?
Shakes, shocks and shudders, that lovely moment of self realisation that every thought, action and form you take is now the modus operandi of the mentally and emotionally invalid. As a method of coping, it would be wise to scry the void between your ears and stocktake through methodus of clipboard auditing. Not to press this as give and take through your culpabilities, rather, we will than set up a decent experience-sorting beauracracy.
Request for obsessive order: Approved.
So let's start with your conceit. Since we denied your request for a social safety net on this issue, you are now unable to preach reasoning that "All people are conceited, just look at the banal bullshit on Facebook and the expectation for others to care." Fortunately, since you have the ability to introspect, take some time to consider your own care for your actions and lifestyle. It exists? Well that's stellar, or at least it would be if your self delusions had a shred of truth to them - Personal deceit is tempting in a situation of inherent boredom to your way of life, yet you have continued to to operate under the assumption that injecting said delusions into your macrosphere would cause others to show interest or care. For this faux pas, we have no choice but to injunct your silver tongue indefinitely. You had been warned.
Use of Tongue/Injunction of speech: Moderated
Contest of moderation (Injunct: Tongue): Denied.
Let us move on to your trust issues. As this exercise is to undermine your affliction of "anti-social behaviour", we will see this section as is: A negative. Judging by the expanse of your files on "Inflicted Ills of Society", you assume right to a wariness in conscience regarding formications of bonds with other human beings. While this may protect what semblance of sanity you have left, I argue that your experiencial learning and emotional growth has suffered at the hands of your suspicion/distrust of peers whom you have since castrated from your life; also upon this, I call earmarks to your own deceit, conceit, lust and mental ambiguity. Hereby noticing your folly and hypocricy regarding socialization and amicable collusioning, I am to take sanctions on the following:
License for self preservation (social stratum): Revoked.
Request to contest under grounds of "I'll try harder?": Denied.
Permission to scream and piss yourself: Granted.
Next, to your misogyny and lust. This is unsuprising, your misogyny fuels your usury which fuels further misogyny. Isn't that a treat, your view on women for a single, unremarkable aspect of their lives is an adding machine of malcontent and hypocricy. I can definitely see why your corpus callosum is rerouting your left and right. It appears that while you have made progress in dealing with your overly permeable self esteem in the issues of sex and gender, your pre-conceived and outdated views of morality are nothing more than convoluted platitudes enforced by a long-standing issueframe of early experiences. Attempting to carry this overbearing baggage for much longer with displace any of the progress you have made into a negative factorate and hence drive your prior notions further. Heed the warnings this time.
Suspension of disbelief towards audit: Denied.
Law of "Get the fuck over your childhood, nobody cares": Enforced.
Finally for today, your escape mechanisms. Self-medication has worked in the past when you were not under the influence of a controlled substance. While there has been change in your attitudes, there is absolutely no need to continually dose yourself to bear with your petty problems. That cask will not grant you mental health, an alternative to introspection nor an enhanced sense of reasoning.
Application to purchase Stanley's Red Lambrusco: Sanctioned. (Until further notice)
From the look of your transcripts and files over the past few years, there will be a need to do more audits and introspection in future, until then, substitute your sociopathy for idealism, your mistrust for hope, and your misogyny for a warm embrace.
No? You say no? Well...
Will to Live: Denied.
Asshole.
Shakes, shocks and shudders, that lovely moment of self realisation that every thought, action and form you take is now the modus operandi of the mentally and emotionally invalid. As a method of coping, it would be wise to scry the void between your ears and stocktake through methodus of clipboard auditing. Not to press this as give and take through your culpabilities, rather, we will than set up a decent experience-sorting beauracracy.
Request for obsessive order: Approved.
So let's start with your conceit. Since we denied your request for a social safety net on this issue, you are now unable to preach reasoning that "All people are conceited, just look at the banal bullshit on Facebook and the expectation for others to care." Fortunately, since you have the ability to introspect, take some time to consider your own care for your actions and lifestyle. It exists? Well that's stellar, or at least it would be if your self delusions had a shred of truth to them - Personal deceit is tempting in a situation of inherent boredom to your way of life, yet you have continued to to operate under the assumption that injecting said delusions into your macrosphere would cause others to show interest or care. For this faux pas, we have no choice but to injunct your silver tongue indefinitely. You had been warned.
Use of Tongue/Injunction of speech: Moderated
Contest of moderation (Injunct: Tongue): Denied.
Let us move on to your trust issues. As this exercise is to undermine your affliction of "anti-social behaviour", we will see this section as is: A negative. Judging by the expanse of your files on "Inflicted Ills of Society", you assume right to a wariness in conscience regarding formications of bonds with other human beings. While this may protect what semblance of sanity you have left, I argue that your experiencial learning and emotional growth has suffered at the hands of your suspicion/distrust of peers whom you have since castrated from your life; also upon this, I call earmarks to your own deceit, conceit, lust and mental ambiguity. Hereby noticing your folly and hypocricy regarding socialization and amicable collusioning, I am to take sanctions on the following:
License for self preservation (social stratum): Revoked.
Request to contest under grounds of "I'll try harder?": Denied.
Permission to scream and piss yourself: Granted.
Next, to your misogyny and lust. This is unsuprising, your misogyny fuels your usury which fuels further misogyny. Isn't that a treat, your view on women for a single, unremarkable aspect of their lives is an adding machine of malcontent and hypocricy. I can definitely see why your corpus callosum is rerouting your left and right. It appears that while you have made progress in dealing with your overly permeable self esteem in the issues of sex and gender, your pre-conceived and outdated views of morality are nothing more than convoluted platitudes enforced by a long-standing issueframe of early experiences. Attempting to carry this overbearing baggage for much longer with displace any of the progress you have made into a negative factorate and hence drive your prior notions further. Heed the warnings this time.
Suspension of disbelief towards audit: Denied.
Law of "Get the fuck over your childhood, nobody cares": Enforced.
Finally for today, your escape mechanisms. Self-medication has worked in the past when you were not under the influence of a controlled substance. While there has been change in your attitudes, there is absolutely no need to continually dose yourself to bear with your petty problems. That cask will not grant you mental health, an alternative to introspection nor an enhanced sense of reasoning.
Application to purchase Stanley's Red Lambrusco: Sanctioned. (Until further notice)
From the look of your transcripts and files over the past few years, there will be a need to do more audits and introspection in future, until then, substitute your sociopathy for idealism, your mistrust for hope, and your misogyny for a warm embrace.
No? You say no? Well...
Will to Live: Denied.
Asshole.