Anonymous A started this discussion 5 years ago#100,803
1. The attendance to the clinic is completed to the limited extent whereasfar as approval of limited "hunnification formula" (estradiol, no androgens inhibition until likely as I suspect an abnormal testosterone reading, no progestigins much to my chagrin although those are in somewhat delayed transit) is concerned. The greater reassignment process is being undertaken. FRankly, I trust little my mother's reliability in the conveyance of mail for something as important as what is essentially a disclaimer and her sabotage is already suspected as she was somewhat contradictory on the strategical feasibility of the detail surrounding institutional opening times (how quickly does one really procure a stamp?).
2. I've received, much to my embarrassment, a request to be spoken with from a novel mobile device I had mistaken to belong to my mother, writing a set of overly profuse texts including a dream in which I was physically assailed by a negrifactorily aggressive Ms. Morgan, Harriet was uninvolved and would be lucky to feature in my subconsciousness whatsoever. It includes an element of actual pain, death in dream, a lunging afterpain upon awakening and somatic stroke like symptoms.Sent
3. My mother's drunken inferiority was a bit of a clandestine development newly arisen and heretofore something of a secrecy, the consequences of which tonight have borne an impression of intense disgust, much needed reclination into revulsion and the resultant feeling of derision I feel for the contemptible cow. I'd sent my deepest of profusion and considerations for her feeling of despondency to the wrong person and I'm actually gladdened, even gleeful, that they are now unknown, to her at least. Her daughter and paedophikia-mongrelized son are much responsible for the increasing speculation in gardens on the street amidst a summer bloom of speculation that I deserve, as the philosopher I've always been, the derogation in reputation of learned scummishness. VOLKerhass in my heart of hearts is the reason why Celtpslavs have turned to drink as I myself am recovering from in an inferior Gael ensconced underclass and aspirant-proletarian environment of overspoken, underthought, admittedly neurofeminine-in-inspiration intimidation ( "hurrdurr EMB EMB hurrdurr shittalking like my IQ exceeds 90 wholescale is the place to be"), especially the likes of the Irish tenement estate from which the overeducatedly abortant Yale graduate with a D- GPA Dr. Dravinid-Shitskin Sophia-Transvestita Marr had haled before becoming, I suspevt, a widely derided emigre before non-defective superiors made him realise he was no longer special and introversively-induced shame barely shaped his superficially glib charisma up.
Dead !Pool..v42s joined in and replied with this 5 years ago, 10 hours later[^][v]#1,137,727
Autphag?
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 5 years ago, 12 hours later, 22 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,137,841
@previous (Dead !Pool..v42s)
Not entirely unwont to allude to what should otherwise be blatantly obvious. Here, I'll transcribe an excerpt of the text describing the dream at least:
Mother,
I had a peculiar dream n the few hours of sleep gleaned least refreshingly but with seemingly symbolic importance:
The kiwifarms tranny known as cuntster reaches for a breadcarving knife and starts with a superficial incision into my hand's palm, gradually worked towards a dragging of the implement and with some carving at the palm and wrist to depthen such incizing; it's strange to have a somatic/tactile/sensory quality to dreams, but anyway; she eventually, with not much pain thereafter, reaches my chest and then carves into my heart deep enough to cause a lungingly painful secretion of internally explosive spillage which accompanies a panic stricken fear, simultaneously taken aback with strange relief briefly before awakening with that aforementioned panic. Aberrosexual adopters of an autistic child in the US once were implored pleasingly to "chop my hands", begging thought
In summary I give a prospective synoptic overview hardly qualifying all but the most admittedly basic analysis about the implications of the heart being targeted in this fashion and in the manner that she did as well as how it had dispersed, casting obvious credulity upon the relief being a "necessary death of identity" as she had, with autistically stimful obsessiveness, time and again persevered upon espousing. That it has since not only resulted in stroke like symptoms being somatically manifested but worsening the other aspects of what was culturally thought to have been represented by it (including feeling's subsumation under fear) is suggestive to me that this was an actual, as opposed to somatoform, near waking attack effectively telehomuncularly imposed upon me. The original follow up text confessedly depicts this much more artfully, but I myself just feel as if Harriot wants to use her associates to misattribute that to the Kafkhic that better described as Stalinist historical revisionism, as well as a repeat of Katyn with the telekenetic antithyroidal substances being used to execute me in addtion to the aforedescribed, then why should what I write in the specific interest her compatriots? I'm not in the business of spoonfeeding tutorials in prose composition for people to plagiarize in pseudo -intellectually self-sating aggrandizement.