r/cosmicmessenger

Hey kids.
I wanna talk.
I noticed a huge drop in attendance.
We went from 10,000 visits a week to right around 400.
We didn’t change the recipe.
Same brand.
Same Ingredients.
But people stopped coming to church.
They found Jesus at home.
In the fridge.
On the phone.
So
As Your copilot, former captain,
I thought it would be nice if you guys did a little homework assignment
Any idea as to why Reddit has chosen to abandon ye cosmic mess and are no longer pushing our flavor of beauty please send them here
Also any ideas as to how to drum up bidnass
I’m listening
But I’m always listening to you, kids
The wind beneath our wings.
You are our Barbra Hershey and
Bette needs a lift back into the limelight
Also if you have an opportunity please share this sub like an unsolicited dick pic. Shove it down the eyes of unsuspecting innocents
You ever open an email and boom!!
You got an eyeful of dick
That’s what I mean
Extra points if you bring us a plus one to sacrifice to cosmic slop
By sacrifice i mean push into the giant vat of us in hopes that they float
Not unlike the joker at the Ace Chemical Processing Plant
And if you are able you have to post
For the love of god post rule abiding non threatening good old American beauty
Spanish beauty😉
Canadian bacon
And beauty
Germany Russia and France
Ladies without underpants
Let’s make cosmic great again
But without the inference of pedophilic cannibals
Also
On a personal note. I’ve been going through it
Thank You for those of you that hold me up
My beautiful friends/sisters/ lovers yet and never to be
Choco
Elle
Right Lie
You know who you are
I’ve needed a hand to help me stand
You’ve reminded me that not only can I stand but I can fucking fly, bitches!!
I Love You
From the bottom of my cold dead heart
🖤🖤🖤
Evil Lord M.

Ps. Hearts!!! How could I forget?
Kill me dead I don’t deserve you!!
My dear u/hearts_ablaze
Thank you.
We row together in the same boat.
I know you.
You know me

A scheduled post test.

Disappointed, tired, can’t rest, can’t sleep, leave, even if I wanted to.

Stressed, anxious, trying to maintain, boo fcuking hoo hoo hoo.

Confusion, cold fusion reaction occurring room temperature.

Over-thinking, drinking, insomnia visiting near nightly.

Tumultuous temptress, my taunting tetris, tread lightly.

As I say, not as you do, hypocritical.

Visceral, fear of change, strange ways no longer serve sanity’s salty purpose.

Reeling in painful, double-dipped insanity.

Brain full, confusing, disdainful humanity.

Fumbling a label of lament I poor out here in writ.

A shot in the dark of over all departure that of my salty sour rimmed lashes splash over in thought.

As if to wet my beak to mention drowning my sorrows in meager anomaly.

The end bar seat a cherry red coal light in the eyes center reflect back in the dark screen of the TV.

As I drift back and forth, left to right of boredom.
Between masturbation, drugs, Jesus, & work.

Life in the under belly of monotony with monetary wimbels floating ED functionally impaired.

Old crows cawing in corn rye sucking down cancer with Irish coffee to loosen my gut.

Turning daylight outside in the distance of my mind.
I watch other people live their lives & think what evils they might conduct.

Or try to guess their secrets kept by the interactions inside the small circles of habitations.

With small talk, hand jesters, wave offs to answer phones in the dim twilight of neon tube vesper from the dance floor.

Spent loneliness between ice melting and rift the time & maybe go home with somebody.

As always another sibling of the universe bound to human migrations & mating rituals.

With love from a monotheistic Hobo Rehab where they want me to stay off social media long enough to pray the gay away.

Yours truly A Low Type