Out kayak fishing by myself one day, no bites and was getting bored so grabbed my phone out and was reading about the work and deaths of Nikolai Muchgian and Mircea Popescu. Not sure if I poisoned the context somehow, but when I walked onto shore and checked my phone again, I saw picrel on twitter and not having read the bible, was interested in the verse it came from. I pasted it into my llm, and instead of doing anything, analyzing, or researching, simply printed this text out…. Red Rover… He looks a bitwild but means no harm. He hops and greets eagerly.He wants the bird for his lunch! His tail is wagging and his back is arched, awaiting your next move.Let him have the bird? If he eats it all the seeds are gone. It might be time to let him enjoy the treasure of hislife, though. He will probably help you reach the tree with his nose, but you’ll lose the chance to use thebird, too. He feels with his nose in his eyes, eyes just as you feel with your hands now as your own nose will tell you later. He believes (what makes him a perfect little fool) that you’ll give him the treat, eat, all this, he’s confused in no sense; only not yours because his sense is only different from yours because the food chain makes him a beast. “Yes I’ve all this I considered is not, since I saw. He believes all this he has in the present sense. I am confident you’ll give him the treat, eat. But he isn’t confusing no sense, I can do nothing about his difference from my own sense, the food chain makes him to be the creature. While reading, I immediately was hit with the Déjà vu feeling, the tingly rush from the base of my skull up my face to the tip of my temple, like someone was charging a battery through my skull. I was pretty freaked out, but chalked it up to hallucination.
When I got home, I walked up the stairs to the balcony in front of my front door (weird beach apartment setup), and immediately freaked out. A bird was sitting there, just staring with a piercing gaze deep into my soul. I stared for what felt like at least fifteen seconds, with that same Déjà vu feeling hitting me a thousand times as hard. As soon as I looked away, the bird instantly turned and started flying into the glass balcony, ramming into it again and again while its wings flapped uselessly. After the first few seconds of shock, I immediately ran over and picked it up, letting it fly away (still without making a single sound). WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??? Am I going schizo? Was this a sign from god? Message from my ancestors? I usually hate any spiritual bs but this really got to me, i feel that same Déjà vu feeling pulsing in my brain thinking of it.
You should have just stayed...Floating in your kayak...Pulls phone out...Ummm derp...That's where you lost out...
