"The most successful families are dumpster fires. You know the eternal flame? Eternal dumpster fire. So long as the fire burns families stick together. Baggage is the garbage marriage burns."
John Ralph Tuccitto (December 5th-6th, 2025)
John Ralph Tuccitto (December 5th-6th, 2025)
I'm going to professionally film a one-time 90 minute special (accompanied by my 16 artistic mechanisms) in front of a live two-way audience which will be published on the Apple marketplace. But why?
To decipher MY equation greatly assisted by ChatGPT & Grok:
Critical Intimacy { jaded-conquest-fetish [ ethereal-throb is (not) consent ] poetically-parasitic-unity } Immutable flaw
Huh? I didn't know engagement was so thorough!
Scroll to the end to see a sample of my artwork.
To decipher MY equation greatly assisted by ChatGPT & Grok:
Critical Intimacy { jaded-conquest-fetish [ ethereal-throb is (not) consent ] poetically-parasitic-unity } Immutable flaw
Huh? I didn't know engagement was so thorough!
Scroll to the end to see a sample of my artwork.
I live in Georgetown Ontario Canada. I've been married since 2010 with two kids. In 2014 I experienced psychosis where THAT trauma of immutable flaw compelled me to jump out of the 16 story window of my workplace. I was going to slide my expensive shoes off my feet, run down the hall and dive through the window. Thankfully the SHOCK of that commitment immediately snapped me out of it. Unable to muffle my blubbering I bolted to the nearest empty board room and called my mom,
"Mom? Pick me up from work, I can't take this no more!!!!" We drove straight to the family doctor and got on short-term disability. It's here I began writing in pursuit of the devient gene convincing me to hand my autonomy over to pure evil; to deny immutable flaw (with delusion and conspiracy) by soothing triggers with CONSTANT diversity (not viscosity) to divide with jaded-conquest-fetish and immaculate self-loathing to erase my private preferences which are silent sympathies. EXPOSED. Libtards are NOT sentient. Neither are the contards; even if they were sentient, it only lowers sentience's value in my eyes. Why? Some people are better off being victims that are too feeble to accept blame. Prediction is freewill, perfect prediction is scripted. Both are possible with God's supremely moral hindsight as Jesus (as the expanse) is the pinnacle of poetically-parasitic-unity. Psychosis mother fucker... Book fueled mania soothed by utter transparency, I march into minds asking dense questions worth repeating. Why? Relief of knowing better. Rude culture makes racists right, again.
I've been on long-term disability leave ever since. Even though I was technically a father, God branded my brain paternally and after 11 years I've deciphered MY mania into a mobile gallery originally called "Beerflight Philosphy: making the case for God in determinism." I'm not an evangelist but I'm compelled to clear my conscience publically. Just a dad, I am NOT Jesus. Don't project YOUR ignorance because MY awareness is YOUR peril. Downtown Georgetown is my stomping ground where I voyeuristically cherish discourse. I'm going to professionally film a one-time 90 minute special (accompanied by my 16 artistic mechanisms) in front of a live two-way audience which will be published on the Apple marketplace. Why? I'm a dad with internet. Virality destroys lives. I'm prepared to ride out fame with my searing intellect for correcting contrarian's lack of sentience.
I'm old enough to remember life before internet and it was better. Board games rock. Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. Or...art is the idol of lies. I have a unique lens as a bipolar person in a global order. Like I said I'm not an evangelist, but if you beleive me that's on you. Publishing content in traditional channels makes one be taken seriously. Even though all I have is a highschool diploma and some university and college, in 2007 I was awarded (based on my performance) reserved for the top 1% out of 65 thousand employees of RBC. YAY nepotism.
I'm looking for preffered partners like Weebly that will convince Apple to greenlight my entry into their marketplace. I practice aggressive patience; 11 years of ripping your guts out molds a stubborn mind. The sympathies I cherish along the way rise to the occasion as I objectively execute. Watch me. This link you're visiting is the first stepping stone in this endeavour, but to what end? If you're interested in being a part of this (as a guest or partner), lets meet in person and explore this vision together. Cheers.
Be the change you've been waiting for. Life is not a given, its a choice to do nothing but fall victim to superioriority. I feel like I'm everyone's distant uncle. To me, I treat women like their my neice-in-laws.
PS - the majority of my gallery can only be viewed in person to protect my IP.
John
"Mom? Pick me up from work, I can't take this no more!!!!" We drove straight to the family doctor and got on short-term disability. It's here I began writing in pursuit of the devient gene convincing me to hand my autonomy over to pure evil; to deny immutable flaw (with delusion and conspiracy) by soothing triggers with CONSTANT diversity (not viscosity) to divide with jaded-conquest-fetish and immaculate self-loathing to erase my private preferences which are silent sympathies. EXPOSED. Libtards are NOT sentient. Neither are the contards; even if they were sentient, it only lowers sentience's value in my eyes. Why? Some people are better off being victims that are too feeble to accept blame. Prediction is freewill, perfect prediction is scripted. Both are possible with God's supremely moral hindsight as Jesus (as the expanse) is the pinnacle of poetically-parasitic-unity. Psychosis mother fucker... Book fueled mania soothed by utter transparency, I march into minds asking dense questions worth repeating. Why? Relief of knowing better. Rude culture makes racists right, again.
I've been on long-term disability leave ever since. Even though I was technically a father, God branded my brain paternally and after 11 years I've deciphered MY mania into a mobile gallery originally called "Beerflight Philosphy: making the case for God in determinism." I'm not an evangelist but I'm compelled to clear my conscience publically. Just a dad, I am NOT Jesus. Don't project YOUR ignorance because MY awareness is YOUR peril. Downtown Georgetown is my stomping ground where I voyeuristically cherish discourse. I'm going to professionally film a one-time 90 minute special (accompanied by my 16 artistic mechanisms) in front of a live two-way audience which will be published on the Apple marketplace. Why? I'm a dad with internet. Virality destroys lives. I'm prepared to ride out fame with my searing intellect for correcting contrarian's lack of sentience.
I'm old enough to remember life before internet and it was better. Board games rock. Innovation is the escape from the peace of familiarity. Or...art is the idol of lies. I have a unique lens as a bipolar person in a global order. Like I said I'm not an evangelist, but if you beleive me that's on you. Publishing content in traditional channels makes one be taken seriously. Even though all I have is a highschool diploma and some university and college, in 2007 I was awarded (based on my performance) reserved for the top 1% out of 65 thousand employees of RBC. YAY nepotism.
I'm looking for preffered partners like Weebly that will convince Apple to greenlight my entry into their marketplace. I practice aggressive patience; 11 years of ripping your guts out molds a stubborn mind. The sympathies I cherish along the way rise to the occasion as I objectively execute. Watch me. This link you're visiting is the first stepping stone in this endeavour, but to what end? If you're interested in being a part of this (as a guest or partner), lets meet in person and explore this vision together. Cheers.
Be the change you've been waiting for. Life is not a given, its a choice to do nothing but fall victim to superioriority. I feel like I'm everyone's distant uncle. To me, I treat women like their my neice-in-laws.
PS - the majority of my gallery can only be viewed in person to protect my IP.
John
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Each are accompanied by deep explainations should you need a thorough breakdown.
"I use luck loosely. I didn't fall through the cracks, but that converted me to constant self-care. Do you get the sense I'm fortunate? I do, despite the madness. I'm not worth your spare change because truth has no value within work. Work affords you an irresponsible living thanks to the debts you deny. Anger eats my happiness."
John Ralph Tuccitto (December 10th, 2025)
John Ralph Tuccitto (December 10th, 2025)
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