I’m glad to see this website is indeed familiar with my work

You see I had never considered this when I had my assistants make this account. I was merely trying to score some benzodiazepine from some postmodern-neomarxists, but I had never considered that my being famous due to refusing to be compelled to speak would be in any way unfunny. You see, I have always felt compelled to speak in fact I cannot stop. I often get complaints on my YouTube series that I talk too much! Can you imagine? The only people who tend to want me to continue speaking are the Kek boys. They often have me sign their shirts in odd places.

I have to tell you this experience was very unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Luckily, I’m very experienced in keeping my cool because I knew otherwise my hormones would spike and hormones are Chaotic. Instead, I read several passages aloud from a textbook on Jung and copied them into the blank draft document for my new book. Or was it Campbell? It doesn’t really matter.

So the people who have been telling me to “post hog” want to see a picture of my penis?

You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating comment regarding a musician’s post I made on this very site:

You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating story regarding a dream I had about my grandmother. It’s evocative of the duality of woman vs man, chaos vs order, grandmother vs grandson, and so on. It’s something that is truly worth exploring because if you have no heaven or hell to orient yourself within the infinite dimensionalities of truth, you may as well not have truth at all! If something’s going to bring about your destruction—which nihilism does, by the way—is it really even truth in the first place? My grandmother used to tell me, “my pubes are on fire Jordie come put them out!” but I would simply freeze with inaction and subsequently wake up in a cold meat sweat, flipping open my dream journal to jot down my thought before the beta waves subsided. Then I would kiss the photograph of mamie on my nightstand and slumber again. Talk about a dragon of chaos. Anyway, listen to this person’s music

If this is demand, I refuse. I will not be coerced by the Postmodern Neo-Marxist types

I will have one of my assistants Google it

You could make a case—anthropology observers have made this case, too—that women undergo a set of sufficiently, radically, psychophysiological transformations merely as a consequence of being feminine in nature, such that the additional rituals of transformation that might be necessary for men aren’t necessary. One of those might be menstruation, because that’s a pretty dramatic transformation. There has been some indication that circumcision is like the male equivalent of menstruation, because of the blood that’s involved and because of the locale. Of course, the same thing is the case with women when they give birth. That’s a particularly dramatic thing, as I just witnessed, because my daughter just had a baby this week. So thank God for that!

This is a good joke! I take it the two ribeye steaks represent the duality of our archetypal carnivore lifestyle pitted against the modern constructed omnivore narrative. I also appreciate the comparison between myself and a partridge. You know, when I was young there was a television show called The Partridge Family. It was also an expression of duality. You had a standard atomic family, but the twist was that they were also famous singers! So you see the tension between domestic life on one hand and fame on the other. And it was through that chaos in this reactive system that the audience got to see the new Truths of the civil rights era, which I think is a good thing for people. You know, most of our problems were solved around that time.

My assistants have informed me that this website will show you my picture if you type in :jbp:. Delightful!