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Robin Williams found dead

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I remember always watching Mrs. Doubtfire when I was young, I was obsessed with that film and would watch it 2-3 times a day. It always feels like your childhood passes away as well. :(

RIP

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A RUN-BY FRUITING!

Rip in peace Mrs. Doubtfire.

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It's a coincidence I was mentioning to a few famous people on twitter about putting myself through asphyxia without knowing there's a name for it and that it's deadly. In the times I assumed I was being treated first like I was a danger to myself or others, I figured it was because I seemed depressed or just a danger to myself. Then, just like what I used to do with friends, my parents would utter things aloud for me to hear like form my mom, "look up porn." So when I did, I realized I didn't give a fuck about porn. That's when I figured I need to take desperate measures to care... to activate my senses I subdued so I can learn to work hard on my goals. In the year of 2012-2013 or less, I would spend the majority of the night holding my breath, and using my need for air as my reward system: Anytime I'd get a fix from porn out of nowhere, I'd allow myself air. There was a point I was wondering if I'm good at this or am I seconds from killing myself. So then I decided to try stopping. Weeks later, Robin's dead, and I already told Simon Cowell all about how I thought he could be the Riddler ot a new Batman movie. Of course, maybe he was joking that he's hairy for tights.

I'm happier angry that he's dead. It just tells me that if anything ACUTALLY DOES correspond to my events, I know that if the people who are responsible for making me ill aren't going to be held responsible, then I allowed them to take away my bravery... which hurted so much I could be a danger to myself. Because I was so afraid of ever being committed to a mental institution, I started being very deviant and a coward. Upon learning of Robin Williams' death, I just learn it's better to be the braver man, rather than a bigger man. They weren't doing a lot to take me down either. I guess it's sane to know your enemy, and insane to allow them to fool you, and I've been fooled. Life is like the movie Predator: you learn to fool enough to survive as an adult. Even adults savvy of this book of war preceding the bible can be zombies, too.

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Don't do what I did ... which probably is kind of what he did. If I could tell Robin Williams what not to do or how to do what he was doing, I'd tell him to prepare his brain for it. We have dormant problems in our heads we don't see, but come out when we're tired... or just freaking choked until we're retarded. That normally happens because we aren't prepared to act differently. If you don't understand the art of dancing, or if you are so stuck up you're afraid of going to hell if you relieved yourself of Christianity, then that's your reason you wouldn't even touch this technique... or deadly whirlwind of one's own inner retardation. So if you do this, make sure you're still breathing... as if your huffing fast like a monkey. Don't choke yourself. Like taking mushrooms, it will affect you in ways you don't notice until it's too late. How? You want change, you feel it happening, but that change is probably bad if you're not really knowing ALL about what you want. It could probably take 6 months to meet the year 3,000's standard for safely self-inducing asphyxia without killing yourself clinical standard. I don't know what the fuck that means, which is my point.

In the end, his work still means a lot to me. I don't obsess over him, but I remember my favorite movies by him, and how and in a way, his Peter Pan role is nearly too sacred for me to watch again. My having to see it as a child on some Sunday... or a random day of my strife in my cognitive disorder was like a report without the pain in due dates. SO LONG, Robin; dead or alive. I won't allow myself another person's product... as such the character I've become today... amid of you. EVEN IF it's for a bigger character, I had bigger plans. Just because that's past tense, doesn't mean I'm YOUR LOVER AT FINALITY! >;\


If anything, I don't want to be ill. Once, I wanted my friends to conjure me into being a different person, but being completely soluble in the head would probably be the worst thing ever happened to me... or my creativity... MY PROJECTS. I can't allow it, even if it's a norm that people allow themselves to be affectionate to their peers or friends who may CONJURE to keep us.

That's me, not Williams. I saw that younger Robin years ago, but I never noticed it so well in thought of how smart he seems. He seems so witty. He reminds me of Will in highschool, someone who I suspect to be the same Will I briefly saw in Elementary school before he just disappeared early in the year, as if it was fucking college. They both had that nose and eyes and witty personality. It's interesting getting to see this side of him. I'm sure I would have looked into it before he died if I had more respect and trust that I had offered people of certain types WITHOUT THEM KNOWING IT. OH, this Earth! We have hundreds of thousands of thoughts... nice and depressing, but we never get to hear those thoughts... esp. the important ones. Instead, we riposte to explain the most confusing problems.

When things are harsh, I take his death like it's still part of this conjuring upon me, but I still want to honor his death. So what happens next is just how I feel: If I die, I die, but that doesn't mean I will try to die. People crossed that line with me, and now they will have to suffer the consequences IF it gets to that point between our cold, cold war. Maybe this is something a past president once resolved, but I have nobody to tell me that, besides I'm just crazy and NOTHING I EVER typed has ANYTHING to do with ANY game or movie present today.... Maybe they want me to punch, kick, and shoot for money. Do you? Do you want another James Holmes story so they police/FBI/government can RIPOSTE the story into real-life AND STILL not pay me for MY work they initiate? Do you want another instigative story just to fuck with you? That will take money NOW. This Joe is getting older AND people WANT THAT. They probably THINK I am hell; fucked up in the head. I'd rather be dead than survive without my carapace.

Some messing with my keyboard caused a paragraph to be swapped. So sorry for the grammar!

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lol Sometimes people say that for their own purpose. Just when you think or know rich isn't gold, you realize there's more hell to fulfill. BEHOLD, we discover our sin is merely chasing our tails to keep us alive... for God's apparatus of production. May only the lucky be the happiest.

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