︵‿︵‿︵ by Lync Dalton ︵‿︵‿୨18+
⊱FP.T.THS [18+/SFW]⊰
Posted July 25th, 2021:
Spontaneous quote roundup (ongoing list, last updated around 3/5/24):
me, to the disrespectful: I wish I could tip you over like mosquito larvae, and make sure you never happen.
me: Wrong is wrong for me. Wrong is wrong for me!
me, remembering me before the terrorism crisis: I have so much fun being a social creature, oh my God…
(note: I cannot be a social creature around people with bad intentions toward me. I don’t want to be invited to your gaslighting LARP. If this is a LARP, join my side. My side’s the good guy side.)
me, understating the matter: There’s kind of this huge issue right now. Where I’m a damsel in distress.
astral visitor (on receiving band): Baby, you have evil ex boyfriends.
me: I really don’t like it.
(note: A large percentage of my astral contacts call me “baby”. A lot of them have been scary. I need someone to be marvelous to me.)
me: Of course I want to work with exceptional people and do (and benefit from doing) exciting, lucrative things…
me: You can’t appropriate my poem so hard that I can’t say it anymore.
me: …Who told you that you could do that?
me, on the state of the world: I feel like I should have a gibbering session, with how mayhem everything feels.
(note: I didn’t do it.)
me, catching myself getting weepy sounding: I’m sorry. I get bullied too much, it’s obvious.
me: I remember commercials from the 1980s. They had a lot of like, crashy sounds and stuff.
me: Because nature abhors a brat..
dog: they’re vacuums.
me, gesturing: Collapse the brats!
me: What kind of scum of the earth does dating scams and calls it a living?
me, pushing around pasta on a plate: Maybe I’ll move to America, and pursue the American Dream. Wait. I’m already there.
(note: What next?)
me, on terrorist sensibilities: Throwing a Molotov cocktail is easier than making a world class wine. That doesn’t mean it’s worth it.
me, on one of the many reasons I never manipulate people: I have no interest in keeping up a manipulation regimen with someone. Not even once. I really do have chronic fatigue.
(note: I have noticed that people hemorrhage a lot of energy on this kind of thing, on all sides. Also, the manipulation of others tends to lack fair justification.)
(note: Which is not to say that we should each let random people with chronic fatigue manipulate us into thinking it’s totally impossible to manipulate people while struggling with chronic fatigue though. Priorities and self awareness are factors here.)
me, to my shamanry clients: Let’s all become avatars and go to Burning Man.
(note: Kind of a long story about this… there’s a list and everything.)
me: The 1990s were so excited. I liked it.
astral visitor (on receiving band): Me too.
me: It was like people were just figuring out what buzz is.
me, on having a cultural salon: I’m ready to be an Andy Warhol amount of whatever you need specifically, and it’ll be cool enough.
me, on people being worse human beings than average: Why be the worst people in the world? And, if there have to be worst people in the world, can you be less tacky about the important things?
(note: It’s really important that the worst people in the world not let themselves get too petty. It’s also important they avoid losing their humanity to evil, nor that there be too many of them at a time. Think of the bell curve.)
me: Human dignity obviously includes extending human dignity to me.
astral visitor (on receiving band): You have the worst life I’ve ever heard of.
me: It’s really bad…
(note: I’m a really good person and everything. I’m a sweetie. This is an outrage.)
me, on manipulation: I don’t (to my knowledge) know how to manipulate people. I don’t try. Instead, I’m honest about things (including what I need and the fact that all human beings should maintain some honor). I prefer to use my strategic capabilities for the best things.
(note: I don’t manipulate people. I will continue to think it’s beneath me. I actually believe that my opinions are good and hold water, which is different from taking one’s neuroses out on people. Nor do I want to be manipulated. Manipulation is not the best. What is it really doing?)
me, on how most shamans who have shamanic flight were taught by a bird animal guide: Yeah, it’s really just about a Bran amount of you already get it.
(note: George R. R. Martin [A Song of Ice and Fire author] is extremely accurate about some of the features of shamans and shamanry, to the point where this could not be an accident.)
astral visitor (on receiving band): If the road to hell is paved with good intentions?
me: I don’t know why they were doing that with them…
me, on ketchup: Do you think Catalina dressing is ketchup for salad?
me, on art: Do you think Vantablack is photoshop?
me, on my society’s ills: Things have gotten Gotham bad. Things should never be allowed to get Gotham bad.
me, on philosophers: I proofread, as the philosophers do, after I have first displayed something.
me, on widespread crises: Where my badasses at?
me, on class: So, people with high privilege have an obligation to do what’s right for their society at all levels, and this includes the richness of their culture. That’s noblesse oblige.
(note: Noblesse oblige is part of any social contract.)
(note: I am the least privileged person I’ve ever met if I am being de facto enslaved. I absolutely do not consent to being de facto enslaved nor enslaved in any way.)
me, on trauma: Hip hop helps the human body process trauma. So does dubstep. It has to do with many elements of the music.
(note: I love both hip hop and dubstep.)
(note: And ambient music can be good for anxiety.)
me, with a fair request: Stop giving malicious opportunists a say in my life, people who have my life in your hands.
(note: Stop giving the wrong people and the wrong ideas too much credit. It’s been ruining everything! The fuck.)
me, on depravity: Is it worth it golf clapping whilst watching people become terrorists? I think not.
me, on loving dubstep: Why were we not supposed to like dubstep again? Or was I misinterpreting the conversation?
me: Is this website in the magical realism genre, or is that just for fiction? I wanted to know.
me: Pedophilia is a non-starter for me. It will always be a non-starter for me. Please respect that.
me: This is my life now. It’s the website about me.
(note: Wry joke. Weirdo Camp is of course a sprawling free library covering mostly other things, but talking about oneself was ever the philosopher’s specimen jar, and I have to say I’m sick of begging for help over here.)
me, on my true and valid modern myth: I know this is a feminist narrative, in addition to anything else it’s really saying.
(note: I am a woman. In this true story, it matters how women are treating me, and it also matters how men are treating me. Everyone else too, if anyone is wondering.)
me, on feminism: I have always been extremely respectful to women both publicly and privately.
(note: I actually do not personally know anyone who’s done better at this than me.)
me, thinking about alchemists: Are there people who do clockmaking as a hobby?
me, postulating: Theoretically, some people want to have initiations into my sexual mysteries, which are a branch of my Mystery School.
me: I’m about as seductive as a palm stone.
me, about a long-standing Illuminati redemption prophecy I heard about in 2019 and how it’s partly about me: The Moonchild was supposed to be helpful sex girl…
me: Like QP…
(note: The Moonchild was also expected to be psychic, an artist, and the third daughter of the third daughter and the third son [in the birth orders of their respective families].)
(note: I am the third daughter. My mother was the third daughter of her family. My father was the third son of his.)
me, slapdash explaining octaves: You know, when they’re like, the same note but they’re a different note?
me, on astral reactions to me in general: I’m the ghost of your future fun, pretty much.
(note: I am still alive, and not a real ghost. I think I may have had death episodes and resurrection-like experiences multiple times, though. Now how about that fun?)
me, to those exploiting me: What are you going to do for me for making you and your relationships more resilient and successful through entirely peaceful and entertaining means? What are you going to do for the world?
(note: This is about forced and stolen specialized labor and other unacceptable circumstances that have been foisted on me because I am skilled, talented, and vulnerable.)
me: I’m so sad in my life/I’m so sad in my life/In my life/I’m sad in my life/I’m so sad in my life
me, on the second verse: I’m so sad in my life/I’m so sad in my life/In my life/So sad in my life/I’m so sad in my life
(note: So I’m singing this little song a lot… impromptu the first time…)
(note: In my life. Also, it’s a new fad for me and the things I’m channeling to say “in my life” a lot.)
(note: It’s situational, the sadness thing. I’m actually really good at happiness, given the chance.)
me, on TalentBall: That’s not what TalentBall’s about at all…
me: I have archetypal content in my shamanry.
me: ~WEPWAWET~: we’re having a good time!
(note: This is the ~WEPWAWET~ jingle, composed in 2020 under severe stress.)
(note: If you saw this on any of my Spotify playlists and found Weirdo Camp that way, hi! I love people finding Weirdo Camp if they like this kind of thing.)
me, on my underground popularity: I want to be a breakout crossover superstar.
me, on improvements: Better is better. Let’s see if things get better!
me: I’ve been living trying to be an example of dharma this whole time. Since before I started studying it in the internet age.
(note: Personal dharma is pursued. Collective dharma is achieved. People want to be led into paradise.)
me: Do doublets make men look more attractive? Like in general. I think they might? If everyone wore them? I love it.
me: I mean seriously high quality doublets.
(note: For context, I was looking at that one self portrait of Dürer, thinking, “Would any other outfit make this guy look any better?” and it really just didn’t seem like it at the time.)
astral visitor to me (mid-2021): Your face looks like an actress that no one’s seen before.
(note: I took this as a nice compliment.)
(1/10/22)
me: Please do not siphon my intellectual property, including things I edit out. Anything I’ve written and edited out is unpublished ~WEPWAWET~ content, and I’m clearly workshopping it.
(note: And if I’m a compelling cultural force in English or the internet, I want to be rewarded for it appropriately. That’s an artist. What’s been our relationship since classic internet, humanity?)
me: I’m a writer, and I’m very prolific. I never plagiarize. Where would I find the time?
(note: I’ve got a little engine in me that way. It’s just there. I keep writing and speaking.)
(note: A lot of it ends up being quotable, it’s true.)
me: Jesus wept! Life! Wow! You guys are so fucking fussy.
me, on TalentBall: I WON TALENTBALL. I WON TALENTBALL. I WON TALENTBALL.
me, on distinctions: I didn’t like that fashion because I saw no style in it.
me, on how I hear I’m being treated behind my back: What is it with the repeated abuse, and why is it continuing?
me: I’m not deceptive, and yet I believe in privacy (as a right). I think I’m cool.
me, with that old chestnut: Folksier than a country thing in a country thing…
astral visitor, on my interdimensional skills: It’s like she discovered a new resource.
me, on “Be Around” engineering the hardships of the Apocalypse: That’s why [the “Be Around” founders I knew] didn’t invite me in 2018 or whatever to what quickly became their scary internet radicalization tunnel. Because they wanted things to go wrong for the world. They knew something about me. That I would become Moses… basically.
(note: I wouldn’t have been having any of the evil downward spiral for my people, for any people. Not on my watch, and I wasn’t there.)
me: I’m a shaman in the old school way. Like, there’s a kind of shaman that would only go to Burning Man if it was with celebrities…
me, referencing LOTR in life: You’re not supposed to listen to Wormtongues. You’re a king. That’s what you told me.
me: Skin tone is a lot about swatches, to the point where I think it ends up being mostly about swatches…
(note: I think the 1980s were trying to teach this with Color Me Beautiful, that which colors you look best in really do have something to do with skin tone sometimes, including undertone.)
me, on grassroots good throughout my life: I’ve tried really hard, and I always wanted to do good.
me, directed at terrorists and terrorist ops, terrorist sock puppets, etc: And “grassroots” evil is terrorism, and terrorism is wrong.
me: If I love someone: 1) it’s real, and 2) don’t betray me.
me, on anger: I don’t think that most people understand how it feels to be de facto enslaved.
(note: I do not consent to any forced/stolen labor scenario nor abuse scenario nor violence scenario, and I never did.)
(note: I have bursts of anger where I rant in secret in an empty room. I’m sorry if you end up hearing any of that. It isn’t meant for anyone’s ears, and I mean absolutely no harm. My actions have all been pacifistic and courteous, and I’m trying to find some way to get through this experience of financial/social deprivation and forced/stolen labor.)
me: If I am a philosopher and concerned, perhaps I am a prophet.
me, on universal love: I love everyone I’m allowed to love.
(note: Is it clear to you that there is enough love extended to you if I am allowed to speak for God? And/or Goddess. I’m speaking philosophically.)
(note: And the Moonchild shall lead them?)
me, on a cultural salon: What if I think ~WEPWAWET~ is pop culture avante garde?
me, on crushes: I’m one of those rare, brain-blisteringly valuable women who’s single…
(note: I’m not rich, it’s true, but I’m consistently the most fun and companionable person I could be as long as you don’t scare me or oppress me, I have a ton of potential, I’m a literal oracle, I’m the most comprehensive and emotionally healthy philosopher since Plato [wife material], I look good [note: in general I do, and at this point it’s true on some days, depending on how swollen my face is or isn’t on any given day; I am making some progress on the bloating condition that emerged very suddenly in 2021, but also continue to believe I do not expect a more sudden change soon in vain], I’m a firecracker in bed [like, one-in-a-billion level], supportive, frankly a sweetheart, etc…)
(note: According my modern philosophies it is possible to be both emotionally healthy and traumatized, and this does bear out in life. My trauma has been severe, and I take it out on no one. Honestly, it’s okay to feel sorry for me. I don’t begrudge it. I could use some authentic support and sympathy.)
me, on socioeconomic class: I’m exploited class.
(note: [Currently.])
(note: Most of the people I’ve met are middle class [lower middle, middle middle, or upper middle].)
me, on recent developments: I’m the Dawson.
(note: Let’s build community. I get to matter in the community, right?)
(note: I’ve been assured that “Postmodern Dawson’s Creek: The Apocalypse saga?: A Game” is not a bullying game nor a game of ruin. I do not agree to be used nor exploited in bullying games, games of ruin, nor in any other way. I invoke all my rights, privileges, and prerogatives. Thank you.)
(note: Please do not play “Life Can be a Demented Fantasy: A Game” nor any other bullying game nor game of ruin, and please do not allow any “AR games” to become infiltrated by terrorists nor by terrorist operations. Please beware of people using them as terrorist recruitment vehicles.)
(note: Due to reversible lifestyle constrictions and ongoing hardship, I am currently still at wunderkind stage, despite being a grown adult and needing things to get better as soon as possible. I will need a lot of support and help with my promising elite career.)
(note: All my Joeys and Jens are astral projecting visitors so far. I have no Paceys that I know of for sure. Is everyone I know a Drew and/or an Abby? Or possibly that Vincent creep and/or that Tamara creep, ugh? Drews, Abbys, Vincents, and Tamaras are NPCs for the purposes of all this hilarity, right? We don’t need the mayhem.)
(note: I may have some Paceys now. They too are astral projecting visitors. Other players of various character types have pinged me astrally and tagged in. Yes, I am still traumatized from life stuff [world getting better soon?]. Gender flips are fine, obviously.)
(note: And we’re not beholden to any particular plot points, right? It’s like a vibe and some patterns? And it’s my understanding that many of my astral visitors identify as polyamorous. I am single.)
(note: I’m running this game [18+] now, right? So I’m doing it necessarily as a highly trained shaman and oracle with a self-developed alchemically complete philosophy and a pre-existing paranormal mythos. It has really already been that fun, right? Except not for me yet, after all these years of being nonconsensually mined and exploited for this game and other games. Please donate to me as much and as often as possible.)
me, on resurrection: I have been at the brink of death so many times, something highly spiritual is occurring.
(note: My purity of spirit and goodness are factors, according to legend.)
me, on my monotheistic/polytheistic/archetypal godwheel and my other (organic) shaman technologies: I often use me and my technologies as “we”, and I am my technologies, so it’s the royal we. My technologies are classically utopian near-future Sci Fi, but in real life, which somebody was going to care about at some point, I’ve been reasoning. They were already talking about talking to aliens at the highest levels of government, which means they already did care…
me: My name is Carolyn Dalton. I live in Rochester, Michigan. I’m a state-of-the-art oracle. I believe it’s the Apocalypse. I believe that civilization and I are under attack.
(note: Arguing that it’s not the Apocalypse at this point in history is more for the sake of argument than anything else. We were wondering what it was going to look like, and it looks like this.)
me, on which kind of near-future Science Fiction model we want our future to become: I’ve always thought that I want things to go better…
(note: I nominate the classically utopian [eutopian] near-future Sci Fi model.)
me, on how things have gotten too dystopian out there: I have to warn you guys that things are dystopian out there?
me: I’m gonna need my utopian principles to reign.
(note: Enter dharma.)
me: I’m working on integrating the eighth (and ninth) dimension better lately.
(update: Now it’s the eleventh and twelfth and eighteenth.)
(update, months later: I’m doing well with integration.)
me: I’m Esoteric Christian.
(note: Esoteric Christianity is pretty much the polar opposite of Christian Fundamentalism. I also identify as passionately Ecumenical [in the interfaith sense]. I believe that it is possible and valid to have reverent and respectful relationships with more than one religion, and that it should only be done responsibly. It was common in the early church, probably due to ancient Greek influences [note that the Apostle Paul famously did not like the Greek influences]. The Catholic Church changed that based on the claim of Universality.)
me: Don’t get ridiculous and go thinking that spirituality lines up directly with platitudes.
me: Some people are lots of fun. Some people have had lots of fun. Some people have neither. Some people have both. For me, I want to be both.
me: There’s no one like me in any particular way, but I’m great, and I can fit in.
(note: If you want to grok me, you should meet me. Grok is a term indicating a profound yet impersonal familiarity. [aside: I’ve been looking like the uncanny valley lately, mind you, so no one expect to feel enough familiarity with my current look to grok that aspect of me for a little while yet. I also look like I lost thirty pounds overnight, but I don’t know if that’s going to last more than a few hours. Day-to-day changes a lot, but it’s been looking uncanny overall. I think things might be okay again soon, and I’ll be really happy about that.])
(note: The similarities between me and the people I have met are mostly demographic. I have been denied a satisfying career, mostly due to health troubles plaguing my whole life. I know I can shaman from bed, and assert that it is highly self-actualized labor.)
(5/5/22)
me, on hats: Pith helmets look like, yeah, you’re British, but you’ll go anywhere…
me, on the past few years: I’m in a nightmare that’s alive around me, and I’m very sad about it.
me: What actually happens if people don’t have enough DNA? Refresh my memory?
(note: I still worry about “Be Around” Syndrome somewhat. What if people actually don’t have as much DNA as they used to? There is effectively no way for me to double check this. If this is a real problem it probably started around 2020 or so, I think.)
me: When I can move out of my current living situation and have enough capital to relax even a little, you’ll see me promote Weirdo Camp on my personal social media.
(note: I am in a precarious and difficult position in life at this time, due to past abuse, unreliable and even predatory connections [whom I am entreating to make choices that hew to decency and honesty], and current uncertainties. You can find Weirdo Camp and donate to my groundbreaking think tank through my Terra Thesis Institute site, and I really hope you’re enjoying what I do online. When I have the money to survive on my own, I expect my life and creative situation to get much less complicated.)
me, on predatory friends/family/acquaintances: I’m sick of blowhards.
me: Don’t embrace your character flaws; fix them.
astral visitor (on receiving band): I’m important to me.
me: Then why reduce yourself to a violent man?
me, on dharma: In a lot of senses, dharma is where all the really good parties happen.
me, on how people like to have their privacy: The eighth house likes to have privacy. It’s not about evil. Don’t do any evil.
(note: The eighth house is part of a person’s astrological birth chart, one that hosts things they might reasonably be expected to like privacy for, and some other things that riff on those themes. It’s not, like, Halloween in the stars. Common misconception.)
me, on appreciating good media: I love mastery.
me: ::heart eyes::
me, on media: I’ll watch something when I’m done crying.
me, on comic books: Professor Charles Francis Xavier would recognize the value of what I’m working with, if he existed in real life.
me, on those interdisciplinary philosophers: Philosophers are almost always writers (not necessarily vice versa). Philosophers that aren’t writers do tend to be shamans of one tradition or another. Maybe I had to be both to get my philosophies feeling on enough for me, and of course that’s something you’ll find with plenty of historical philosophers.
(note: I am a shaman in the alchemical tradition, and my shamanry has other roots as well.)
me, on real-life human wrecking balls in general: Don’t you ever say, “I’ma walk away”?
astral visitor (on receiving band): I will never want them.
(note: “Wrecking Ball”, the 2013 power ballad referenced above, was written by Mozella, Stephan Moccio, Sacha Skarbek, Dr. Luke, and Cirkut. It was produced by Dr. Luke and Cirkut, and is performed by Miley Cyrus.)
me: A one-person culture has an author. There is a line to be drawn between appreciation and exploitation.
(note: One benefit of the alchemical Magnum Opus and alchemical work in general is that a person’s own creative culture becomes somewhat richer.)
me, on nihilism: Nihilism isn’t a philosophy. It’s what philosophy always seeks to defeat.
astral visitor (on receiving band): But didn’t Nietzsche love nihilism?
me: No. He just talked about it. Saying he loved nihilism would like talking about Star Trek characters trying to avoid a massive astronomical phenomenon that kills people out in space. And then saying, Gene Roddenberry loved deep space vacuum anomalies, or whatever. He didn’t. But those were a threat in the (hypothetical) text.
(note: That the word nihilism is sometimes seen routinely capitalized in English is perhaps easiest to explain as a mistake arising from the fact that it is a German noun, and in German nouns are capitalized.)
me, on trust: Everyone I know screwed me over. I don’t know anything about love anymore, except that I can do it.
(note: I’ll take this opportunity to thank what few exceptions there are. I am very grateful for your humanity. Please never lose it.)
astral visitor (on receiving band): Will people still be able to do drugs in the Satya Yuga?
me: Yes, if they want to, but that really won’t present much in the way of problems during that time, as I understand it.
(note: Indeed the myths romanticizing soma, haoma, and the Eleusinian mysteries, for instance, may well have originated in the higher quality yugas like Treta or Dvapara, or possibly even Satya in the case of soma.)
me: I don’t mean weirdo in a bad way. I don’t. Weirdo Camp doesn’t mean anything like that. It’s just that lately I keep having to write about all this weirdo stuff, and it has been overwhelming for me. I have feelings too.
astral visitor (on receiving band): Can I see you soon?
me: I am still recovering from a poisoning that made me swell up like a bit of a melon.
astral visitor: I’ll wait.
me: Yeah. Honestly, I don’t even blame you.
(note: Please stop all violence against me. Please stop all violence against me. Please stop all violence against me. Please stop all violence against me. Please stop all violence me. Please stop all violence.)
12/24/22
me: I know I miss camaraderie.
me: something something Mandelbrot set something
astral visitor (on receiving band): It’s pronounced “Man-del-brŏT”
me: Then why is there a “t” at the end??
me: Sorry. French joke.
(note: One notable quirk of living with certain chronic illnesses that keep one laid up too much is that you may end up with the classic autodidact’s dilemma of reading words more than you hear a real person saying them. Add to that the fact that I basically lost most of my friends and loved ones in the semi-recent past to a gaslighting and influence operation, and that’s got me feeling shy. I’m sending them love anyway, and wishing them well.)
me: It’s interesting. Stories always either have the sea in them or they don’t have the sea in them.
me, on impatience: I’ll be impatient, sure. Let me at it.
me, on AI: You know what one of the most important words is in art? “After”.
(note: You see this in works that visually reference another artist’s work or style. The signature will often say “[Artist] after [referenced Artist]”, rather than slight the referenced artist. This concept is indispensable.)
me, on being Chaotic Good: It’s not like I love chaos. It’s just… a thing. There’s a thing.
(note: I used to think I was Chaotic Neutral because sometimes I’d get sort of frustrated with people when they got confusing and I’d rant a little and shout: “I see the Matrix!”, but it was explained to me enough times that if I don’t qualify as good, then who does?)
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