Friends say they can hallucinate touch, visions at will...??

[sushi]

So basically, it was a bunch of hippies finding different ways to hack their minds? Sounds ballin'. I could definitely see that much practice making everything

 

We should make a Tulpa commune

That sounds kinda cool. Maybe more of a week long retreat or something though. Though I am remembering that tulpa convention spaghetti story.

 

Out of curiosity, why did you leave? Did it fall apart, or did you just feel like leaving.

 

Depression. Totally my issues and not theirs. I may go back someday.

[Upper Class Twit]

That sounds kinda cool. Maybe more of a week long retreat or something though. Though I am remembering that tulpa convention spaghetti story.

 

I meant that mostly as a joke, but I wouldn't mind going on a week long camping trip with Tulpamancers who knew what the fuck they were doing. So Probably like ten other people.

 

Also I've never heard this spaghetti story, pls tell? It sounds hysterical.

 

Depression. Totally my issues and not theirs. I may go back someday.

 

Cool. The reason I ask is because Communes have always fascinated me. Which is odd because I'm on the other side of the field so to speak. I've been lead to believe that they're mostly made up with left Libertarians like, Social Libertarians, Anarcho-Communists, Syndicalists, and the like. So unless I was mislead, I'd Imagine a Right Libertarian such as myself would be a rare breed in a Commune.

[sushi]

I meant that mostly as a joke, but I wouldn't mind going on a week long camping trip with Tulpamancers who knew what the fuck they were doing. So Probably like ten other people.

 

Yeah, I know you meant it as a joke. But I do ten-day meditation retreats, and those are pretty fun. If we did a tulpa retreat, I'd definitely go. I'd even be on staff, provided I didn't have to organize it or manage people.

 

Also I've never heard this spaghetti story, pls tell? It sounds hysterical.

 

I can just imagine it. Every single corner of the meet-up room occupied by pizza face teenagers staring at their feet and pretending to text someone on their phone. Occasionally glancing up in hope of any out, so as to avoid contributing to the communal spaghetti pile in the center of the room. Greasy fat neckbeards with enough chins to reach 57% of the way to the moon, extending a hand covered in a 2in thick paste composed of cheeto dust and sweat, in a vain attempt at starting a conversation. Through the thick lisp and accumulated spit, you can hear him choke out "SAY HI TO MY TUPPER" as he giggles to himself for using internet humor. He stands inches from you, staring, while waiting for you to talk to his tulpa. His breath smells of sour Mountain Dew and canned chicken as he inches closer to your face. Just as his face is about to touch yours, what sounds like a deflating balloon bellows over the loud speakers.

 

You breathe a sigh of relief as everyone turns to face the stage in the front of the room. You see a man with a neckbeard extending into his chest hair indistinguishably stutter into the mic as he begins to hyperventilate. You can make out a nametag pinned to his shirt with a witty phrase about imaginary friends. The nametag says "Pleeb". You can see trickles of spaghetti sauce dripping from his back pockets as he finally manages to introduce himself, and tells everyone that his tulpa is going to take the stage to finish the announcement. He stands off to the side while staring at the empty space where he once stood. Every few seconds he nods reassuringly, before nervously glancing at the crowd. After a few minutes an audible "plop" is heard as a pile of spaghetti drops from each pocket as he realizes nobody can hear his tulpa. A steady stream of marinara is flowing from his pockets as he tries to make it stop with a joke about orange showers. But it's too late. With each socially inept faux pas, the spaghetti stream becomes a torrent.

 

There is now a 5in. deep pool of spaghetti. As everyone tries to tell others to watch out for their tulpa as they flee for the exit, the spaghetti torrent turns into a spaghetti tsunami. Waves of pasta sauce sweep everyone into the spaghetti ocean. As the morbidly obese drown in their own failure, the survivors begin to climb the peaks of fat to stay above. Unable to handle the girth of the situation, many retreat to their wonderland, while drowning themselves in the now 20ft deep spaghetti tsunami. You attempt to swim for an exit, but realize they are blocked by the bodies of neckbeards. You're trapped. As you begin to lose your strength, letting the maroon waves of spaghetti overtake you, you realize that you helped cause this. A single noodle slides down your cheek as you kiss your tulpa goodbye, and you begin to sink into the saucy abyss.

 

Cool. The reason I ask is because Communes have always fascinated me. Which is odd because I'm on the other side of the field so to speak. I've been lead to believe that they're mostly made up with left Libertarians like, Social Libertarians, Anarcho-Communists, Syndicalists, and the like. So unless I was mislead, I'd Imagine a Right Libertarian such as myself would be a rare breed in a Commune.

 

Rare, but not completely unknown. We had a job coach who had been with the commune for something like twenty years, who always voted Republican. I think he retired my last year there though.

[jackson]

I will be pretend Jim Jones.