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MY GOD I’M SO TIRED forks and spoons were the
first step in the pacification of mankind. Imagine needing a long rod to shovel shit
into your maw like a retard. I eat exclusively with my bare hands.
Throw a brick at my fucking skull.you should grab the bottom half of your jaw and
yank down really hard
You cannot kill me in a way
. that matters.
Man I think Israel and Palestine
should just both smoke a fuckton of
weed and be bros and play some
Halo or something idk.
china is the world's thunderdome for longer than the middle
east has ever been
MOLD IS GOLD
Lvkas and his judeo-swedish
cabal have failed to realize that I fled
the country in 2016 and have been
operating at a distance. I am literally God’s first apprentice. I am protected.
The
human eye is actually a programmable interface, you can override all it’s
base methods by driving your thumb into them.
you can actually use vinegar to get the
mold out from beneath bathroom tiles you just have to pour a lot of it and the smell keeps
away the mold spores, it attacks it in the air.
You should eat your coworker I have been stalking zookeepers for the past 4 weeks, I know exactly when they
go to feed the animals. My plan is to throw rocks over the fence to
aggravate the animals before they’re
fed/groomed/cleaned/handled/shithsiiothjfd etc and enjoy the show. I can tell they’re hungry they just need
prodding. I fucking hate zookeepers. 7/11 is the perfect place to work at because all of the
customers are bigger degenerates than you. My perception has grown perfect, I am a king compared to these
loathsome dregs.
WHEN I'M DRIVING I FEEL LIKE A WINNER grief is the path to godliness. run over your dog in your accord.
Know your fucking place in the social caste fucker, you are meaningless to me -
shoo now. When was the last time you thanked a plumber for ensuring
you’re not swimming in your own shit right now? They are the heroes of this world, navigating a complex network of pipes. And you don’t even
recognize them, you don’t even appreciate them.
You
deserve to be shitting in a bucket.
When I was 27 my
Armenian landlord kept hiding cameras in the
smoke detectors so I started playing gore videos and
holding them up to the smoke detectors and he got
arrested. I still do this whenever I move to another
apartment
(I get evicted often for
throwing my trash out of my
window at black people)
, it’s a
foolproof method of sweeping for cameras and outing degenerate landlords. It’s super easy to torrent stuff like
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For this confession has met nothing as we are ultimately unchanged by the onset of existence beyond
the scope of understanding. My gears have long since seized, unmaintained by the architect now turned
arsonist. As everyone else has performed before me, I engage in the ritual of tearing my flesh apart with
the sacred waters with the faint hope of revealing the rusted machinery inside; I gladly accept the
freezing waters as they rip my flesh and disperse blood-oil I have so selfishly held unto until this moment.
For these words mean nothing, but are the release of pressure, of the distinct pain that escapes onto this keyboard as my mechanical faults finally
spring out like a wounded clock. For ultimately we are people, we are people and we are magnificent to people, or we are magnificent to the creators
of dogma and the flame. As the angel of words has already abandoned me as I have abandoned her shrine in my
unceremonious departure from the cold walls of my loving hell I seek to recall her wisdom, but I will ultimately find none.
Because the words echoed in my mind previously were as temporal as the words I bastardize today. For the cold’s water has
liberated the flesh of it all, and has opened my mind to her melody, the hot air that I must endure aerwards disperses those
words like the ghost they ultimately belong to. I am the manifestation of my own pleroma,
my mind like my god because in
the end, we are people, we are people defined by the phantasms that we have long since abandoned, and now we only seek
such that we can defer them further, or perhaps even kill them, if we
seek such liberation from sacristy. Day in and day out we sacrifice our hair to
the spirals , because we are unforgiving, because we are unenlightened
beasts. This confession has brought nothing but sorrow to us. This
confession is a pristine reflection of the glass shards that we have dug
into our ears, it is the shimmering sands that I have poured into my eyes, it is
the flowing blood from my nose as I crumble and fall before a god
incomprehensible, ever-knowing. I have collapsed to my own essence, for I
am the creator of nothing but myself and the suffering that stems from it,
like a viral tree wrapping its roots around my spine until it has become foundation, it has become the upholder of will, the upholder of my vision.
You mean nothing to me as I lay here now, but your pearlescent claws will always allure the flesh, my back longing to be ravaged by your destructive
touch. Why? Because I am broken and must be prepared. I cover, we cover, ourselves with horrid shells to preserve the rotting dynamics of existence, we coat them in salt, we stuff
our bodies full of straw to preserve the memory of their function - and yet we have stalled it all. Upon the altar we set the putrefaction, hold it up to the light to enjoy its gleaming
final moments - because we envy the decay, we wish we were not as cowardly as to finally embrace the oblivion that so desperately wants to hold us like a nursing child. I have
become all. I have become silent, beautiful entropy. I have become the grandest DIVINICIDE.
I’m sick of the claim that they are in your walls. They would never go
in your walls. That’s missing the point. If you found somebody
LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU if
you found somebody in your walls you would be immediately
alarmed. Nononono instead they stand right in front of you, they’re where
they’re SUPPOSED to be not where they SHOULDN'T BE, they’re not in
your walls, they’re too busy walking in front of your house,
cleaning your windows, delivering your mail, everyone is where
they should be while they watch, and they can do this because you are
where you should be, you are where you always will be, you’re so predictable and because of
that they are too. They aren’t hiding in plain sight, because to hide means you’re somewhere
you SHOULDN'T be but they’re in the right place, watching you do the right things
in YOUR PLACE.
your teeth know what velcro feels like,
imagine the texture of biting down on
velcro. that’s how I feel about you.
DON’T LIKE THIS? THEN LEAVE!!!
overdosing on blue number two is a
divination modality.
I enjoy hurting other people to
vicariously feel their pain. It’s
self harm with none of the scars!
FUCKING KILL ME PLEASE
could I get a diet water
please. Hold the
fluoride. (recipe)
You ever notice how the biggest corporations have the most fucking incompetent
products. I’d rather rip my cock off than spend any amount of my time in an excel
spreadsheet. Their design is literally to be torturous, to extract all the remaining life
out of the working man until they are a husk of themselves, a retarded automata
working on soware made by soulless retarded automata. We live in a cycle of defeat
where we create the hell that fuels our own spite to grow said hell. Bill Gates is
a bastard and I hope he burns in actual hell but at this point his creation is worse
than whatever God stormed up thousands of years ago. I would like to see Bill Gates
spend a day in a normal office.
ronald reagan fucked my wife
F u c k S n a p c h a t. I downloaded it a while ago to stalk a
coworker of mine and it’s nothing but softcore porn on the front
page. Are people just fine with this? They’re just used to
navigating around the pornography to check on how their friend's
ski trip is going? What the fuck is this shit. Whoever designed
snapchat is probably a pedophile.
The whore never added me back either. Complete waste of time.
I HATE WINTER IN DETROIT.
THE 18 CORRUPTIONS:
- ROBBING PEOPLE
- SHOPLIFTING
- CARJACKING
- MUGGING
- FORGERY
- CREDIT CARD FRAUD
- CASH-APP HACKING
- ARSON
- STATUATORY RAPE
- UNDERAGE GIRLS
- RAPE
- SCAMMING
- GROPING
- FONDLING
- PULLING POCKET KNIVES ON PEOPLE
- THROWING BRICKS AT PEOPLES CARS
- PUNCHING AND KICKING PEOPLE
- INCEST
”They are saying, that they took it personal, because they would never have
done that ♥♥♥♥ to me, but they are using every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ second of my
lifetime to do as much evilness as ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ possible, while I am using every
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ second of my lifetime to do as much goodness as ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
possible… And, I am the biggest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ peace contribution on this whole
entire ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ planet… They are saying, that let them sit with the
uncomfortable situation to understand, what they did wrong, while the
reason, why they do not function like that, is the reason, why they are doing,
what is wrong… They are saying, that let them sit with the uncomfortable
situation to understand, what they did wrong, while they know damn
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ well, that they are the uncomfortable situation towards people,
which does not deserve it and that they do not feel bad for treating other
people badly, to the extent, where they blame these innocent people for their
own bad behavior… They are saying, that let them sit with the uncomfortable
situation, because they want these innocent people to be sitting with the
uncomfortable situation, because they would like to see them suer, because
they do not actually understand, what it means to be sitting with the
uncomfortable situation… So, they do not actually understand, what they are
doing… Therefore, they like something, which they are not supposed to like,
because they are retarded, but that is permanent and they are not going to
wake up one day to understand how retarded they are… So, it does not help
me, that this is very stupid and obvious to myself, when they do not get that
anyway…”
EVERYTHING HERE IS SATIRE. IT’S MADE UP. PLEASE BELIEVE ME :(
DO YOU HAVE ZERO SELF RESPECT? DO YOU RELY ON OTHERS TO TELL YOU HOW TO FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF IN REAL LIFE TOO????
WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM WITH ME? WHY CAN YOU NEVER JUST DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO. YOU USELESS BITCH.
The year is 2993. Self love is finally completely outlawed, after many years of constant petitioning and campaigning by the
representatives of God Emperor MechaZuck from the greater Meta Technocracy. At last, I am legally bound to pick (at minimum) 15 colour-coded
mental illnesses to put on my government profile page for all to view. At last, I can finally be understood by others. What a blessed time to be alive.
To imagine just years ago we lived such barbaric lives as to mind our own fucking business.
Whenever somebody tells me a fact I
don’t like, I simply ignore it, you should too. When people express opinions you
don’t like, you should kill them
GOD DAMMIT NOT AGAIN
This ones for you Eric :)
Real talk, if some whiney faggot ever goes on about how much they “just want to be left alone” you should
bother that person CONSTANTLY because in that case you’re actually doing what they really want you to do.
You should dedicate your life to stirring up as much shit as possible
because these fucking people feed off of the shitstorms they get
themselves into, their lifeforce is hate and to drain others. But you
are such a good person, you are such an ascended being that you will help
provide them their retarded fucking bullshit lifeforce at no cost to yourself, in fact, it’s a mutual relationship. You get to
be entertained by the inane bullshit they have let consume their mind like a fucking parasite. And when these fucking people finally have any SEMBLANCE of
lucidity and throw you out like the little leyprey you are, you can at least walk away laughing your ass off at all the screaming they probably did during the
process.
I was made in her image. Probably my least favourite aspect of myself.
Well isn’t this a joyous occasion? Let’s all celebrate the death of another idol, let’s plaster their image in as many places as possible and
shove their name down everyone's throats until it becomes a verbal tick. They will be revered, they will be loved. WHAT DO YOU MEAN
EVERYONE LOATHES THEM? THIS IS NOT GOING
ACCORDING TO PLAN AT ALL! I hope I'm not a real individual with
a past and emotions to you guys, but a sudden manifestation that has
appeared in your electronics to torment and or entertain you.
When I was 12 years old an ice
cream man put on their
pedophile theme-song and drove in front
of my house 33 times at 2 in the fucking morning. I threw rocks at his
windshield.
Piss in my ear please. WHERE IS THE JEW GOLD?!?!?!
God forbid a man has an itchy asshole in this economy.
Oh great, another little voidspace I have to fill with words words words, here’s some advice, keep
your mouth shut for a moment and maybe you'll learn something for once.
My thoughts are so cute
and stu, tiny little ideas floating around in my brain palace until they manifest on my eyes or on
my tongue or in my ears or through my nose or out my ass.
You ever see those youtube videos of people trolling or just generally exploring
VRChat, Second Life, GMod etc? I was retarded enough to go “surely this is cherry-picking for entertainment and it’s not that bad.” Well, other than
the large amount of annoying screaming children it’s exactly like that. It’s like a fucking crack den. And like a crack den you get a
contact high just be being there, but instead of getting high you just feel your soul fucking
evaporate until you are a flesh automata. I can’t believe these fucking people manage to exist,
living o disability money, oreos and the required electricity to run their second hand oculus.
How the fuck do they reproduce? Through grooming? Cyber-Sodom.
Stay in school, but don’t take anything in, it’s not like you were doing that anyways. Stop eating
fruit loops every morning and you’ll end up fine,
Whenever I floss, my gums bleed
profusely.
I am the best.
“I knew this, deep down, but I wanted to have faith. I
wanted to have faith in you all. That's why I still
engaged with you here. Why I still tried to keep a channel
open. Why I kept urging you to push forward, to fight for
your children, for your family, for your loved ones. But,
from your inability to distinguish between your own
personal prejudices and the experiences of others to your
utter arrogance burning any opportunity for me to have a
real discussion with you, I think I'm finally beginning to
accept this.”
“I hope all of your children rot in acid rain soaked rags
picking up rusted metal off of freezing beaches. Good
fucking riddance.”
“I had an archive of passing trannies to spam this chat
with when I was done with it in memory of the multitude of
pitiful repressors who made this place their den, but I'm
too pissed off even for that.”
Why can’t a pretty girl come along and bash
my skull in with a hammer already? It’s my
only desire.
GLASS SPIDERS SHATTERING LIKE
A CHANDELIER
You realize your retarded larpshit “Gateway Project” and “Stargate” and “MKUltra” stu is in-itself a OP? No, not the fucking shit they did to
prostitutes in the 70s who fucking cares about that, I mean the FOIAA’d
documents themselves. When was the last fucking time you saw a FOIAA document
that wasn’t dripping in black redaction ink, and it’s just oh so convenient that their
retarded “psychic” and “consciousness” research
(spearheaded by some
schizophrenic btw)
is the ones that they’re okay with releasing. ITS FUCKING
BAIT. IT’S ALL FUCKING BAIT. Your moronic /x/ larper ass is too busy reading some
shit that was probably made up in the 90s to appease the DMT addicts that got a little
too curious, and you fucking gobble it up, you believe it, you think you’re so fucking esoteric, you have seen the truth. You know what the CIA
really does. You have seen past the veil. You are worse than a hylic. Yaknow what? Continue to believe that retarded shit, makes
you easier to pick out in the crowd. When the trumpet sounds you will be the first to yell “I fucking knew it” from your head, already in the sand. I do not pity you.
YOU ARE NOT CHOKING If you were actually experiencing closing airways then you wouldn't be able to talk even though your
throat feels tight and it feels like you can't breathe if you can talk - It's not physically happening because that would aect your speech.
Furthermore, actually like YOUR DYING shit is a consistent trend. An allergic
reaction doesn't suddenly decide to open and close your throat again; the fact
that the symptoms of the panic attack vary, and are rapid (but not instant!) onset is another clear indicator that its in your head the symptoms occurred as you
thought about them, not outside of anticipation. oh WAIT im not gonna fucking SURVIVE with a lifestyle that is happy you would think the body would
eventually run out of cortisol.
Well that was fun! Let’s do it again sometime!
“Hahahahahahaha i’m so fucking edgy. I’m like a based Nazi!!!!!” Kill yourself. You’re a
fucking bitch. You’re idolizing the losing team. Follow your leader and blow your brains out
I don’t believe you. You could have sensed something was wrong when I threw the first rock. Yet you continued to dodge
the stones I was throwing at your skull until the very
end. I cannot say sorry when all I see is you doing
the exact thing you’re accusing me of…
…Okay I’m sorry for the rock throwing itself. But I
am not sorry for the intent behind throwing the
rocks at your skull.
I am biased because I experienced an insatiable urge
to throw rocks at peoples skulls that didn’t let me
judge my decisions objectively and you’re biased because you were acting
upon your rock-dodging instincts. I can’t see myself telling you sorry. I could
but I don’t feel sorry and if I say I am that wouldn’t be true. Please explain to
me how you weren’t asking for it. That big sign that said “throw rocks at my
skull please” wasn’t helping. I expect you to catch all the rocks, the fact that
they hit your skull is honestly your problem. Stop driving wedges.
STOP CRYING BITCH!!!
I do not understand those who are falling in love with / becoming sympathetic / supporting complete fucking air-heads. You look into the eyes of
these people and you see nothing. No signs of life here. And yet, people seem to love them. Is it some paternal instinct? The same kind of care we
have for animals? I cannot understand the desire to sympathize with those who cannot, or will
not, make any eort to improve themselves. Suddenly you attach to them like their
development as a human being is your responsibility. Is it the sense of control? The
sense of power? The subconscious knowledge that you can mold these people to be
somebody they are not? Well I have unfortunate news. You’re not a master manipulator, you’re
not changing their psychology. You took a retard o the streets and are training them like a
dog. A strange parasociality where the parasite believes they are helping, and changes their
behavior accordingly. They do not care for you in return, you did not save them. They are just
doing what you want to get rewarded again.
I’m gonna throw boiling water at you if you don’t shut the fuck up right now.
After killing all of my ops I realize how insanely boring life is without them. You see, I live to stir up problems and cause dismay. My
spiritual welfare is directly tied to the amount of people I live rent-free in the head of. I make friends just to watch their lives fall apart, I join communities to
pray for their collapse. I enjoy watching the downfall of others. It’s not for attention, or for the drama really - I usually remain a bystander. But my evil heart
just loves watching things fall apart. I am a psychological arsonist. I spend my evenings nding ways to taunt any sperg who dared cross my path in any menial
way. Not out of hate, not out of vengeance. Out of a love for the game, a love for entropy. Next time you have to spend time with somebody you don’t like, try
not to waste your time stirring shit directly with them, you want to simply watch their lives fall apart. Become closer friends with their friends, spread seeds of
misinformation, gaslight and manipulate them (as indirectly as possible), spread rumours under the guise of
concern. If they ever stir an argument before your plan is complete, take
the passive and patronizing route of telling them to calm down. Do
everything in your power to make anything they do appear like an
overreaction. Don’t dwell on past mistakes they made (you don’t want your operation to fail under the pretense of being
petty), but don’t forget anything. Take screenshots, record them without their consent, build a repertoire of
information that you can use later. Something that seems meaningless now could be twisted into whatever narrative you
desire. They do something good? Well, use it as an example of how they “used” to be, say they’ve changed. They did
something bad? Well, it’s quite obvious then. The key is to pretend to be concerned for them, doing these things in their
best interest, pretending you are trying to push them to become a better person. Often they will, because you are
dragging out the worst aspects of themselves for study, that kind of introspection will change someone. But that’s
not why you’re doing this of course, you are doing this because you are a sick fuck who enjoys watching people have
autistic meltdowns. It’s entertaining, and it adds a little nuance to your life. If you disconnect yourself this way, keep
the patronizing tone and attitude, then you will always walk away unscathed, you were never “interested” in the drama, you were interested in the results. You
were never there, you just observed after all.
Suering Builds Character → Suering Builds Character → Suering Builds Character → Suering Builds Character → Suering Builds Character
SATAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REAP THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lockheed Martin tested their brand new
Palestoid-Evaporator 6000 at Area 51, then some retarded
hick wigger records it. News breaks. Ocial Government
statement is “idk nigga probably aliens or something”
HOW ARE YOU ALL THIS FUCKING STUPID?
I’m a feral
hog.
we r online :)
People like me are cooking your food.
People like me are making your clothes
People like me are designing your products.
People like me are behind the phone.
People like me are your friends.
People like me are your enemy.
How does that make you feel?
I’m not taking any risks as
to if hell exists or not.
I’m torturing you myself.
NatureMade melatonin got me
WILDING within the purview of
the collective unconscious
COMING UP NEXT FOR (Y)OUR DAILY PROGRAMMING:
There is nothing left for you to do, everything has already been,
been seen, been invented, been explored, been created, been
destroyed, been mocked, been praised, been revived, been
reformed, been inside of you, been outside of you, been inside your
wife (whore), been outside your wife, been great, been weak,
been small, been large, been okay, been depressed, been unknown,
been forgotten, been remembered, been satirized, been taken
seriously, been listed, been enumerated, been an individual,
been conscious, been black, been white, been gray, been
radioactive, been acidic, been glass, been hostile, been
peaceful, been talkative, been silent, been watching, been
knowing, been blind, been deaf, been god, been impish, been
processed, been simulated, been generated by AI, been stable,
been manic, been like me, been like you, been like your wife
(bitch), been messy, been clean, been dirty, been hated, been
loved, been beans, been used as a cryptocurrency name, been
used as a javascript framework name, been launched out of a
canon, been racist, been woke, been questioned, been funny,
been cool, been lame, been turned into a cartoon character, been
fetishized, been demoralized, been demonized, been muddied, been
wet, been dry, been sampled for shitty electronic music, been
photoshopped, been eaten, been shat, been grinded up, been
used as an ice cream flavour, been painted on a city wall, been
doodled in a notebook, been made into a video game, been used as
a queer icon, been used as a hate symbol, been shoved up an ass,
been used as a file name, been used as a Internet domain, been
used as a youtube title, been evil, been good, been male, been
female, been typed, been handwritten, been made into an
expensive perfume, been in the dictionary, been creative, been
destructive, been reproducing, been gatorade, been a sea
creature, been a mammal, been a crab, been understanding, been
a cunt, been in a crossword, been used as a monopoly piece, been
used instead of gasoline, been imagined, been on the cutting
room floor, been crumpled up, been lost, been found, been
mean, been nice, been fat, been skinny, been sticky, been loud,
been twisted, been malformed, been drawn, been made in
blender, been shoved in a blender, been a voice inside someone's
head, been a japanese movie name, been used as a wallpaper,
been used as a reddit username, been wedged in a couch
cushion, been splatted on a car windshield, been suicidal, been
homicidal, been amazing, been a sellout, been something else,
been placed in an art gallery, been used as a magazine cover, been
in a trash heap, been in an antique store, been on ebay, been
commented on, been cancerous, been medicinal, been elemental, been inane, been abstract, been concrete, been made out
of concrete, been plastic, been scientific, been spiritual, been binary, been enby, been trans, been incredible, been
animated, been anime, been pressed onto a t-shirt, been understood, been misinformed, been informative, been autistic,
been boring, been art, been updated, been payed for, been commodofied, been devoured, been screaming for help.
It’s all been done. It’s all been seen. There is nothing left for you except to take it all in. All creation is plagiarism.
Take it all in, you are a force of entropy, doesn’t it feel so good to consume? Never make something. Never feel inspired.
Never strive to understand the world around you. It’s all been done for you, just take it all in now. Trust me, there is
NOTHING more to life, there is NOTHING you can contribute now, just enjoy the spoils that we have spent tireless
generations to acquire. All of your experiences are not original, they are simply a permutation, a mashing of the
experiences and creations of others, doesn’t that make everything so easy? That creative idea you’ve had? Already exists.
Throw it out. Don’t waste your time, you should just gobble up the closest analogue to it you can find existing, make your
own headcanon for it or something to cope with the discrepancies, but don’t bother telling your own stories, making your
own characters, your own art, your own music, your own purpose, your own life, your own food. It has all already been
done for you, how convenient! Please stop trying to think of something new, there is no point, you’re wasting your valuable
time to consume, you’re wasting your valuable money that you have worked so hard to earn (making the things that have
already been made for people who have already experienced those things, or maybe you sell the things that have already
been sold, or manage the things that have already been managed, or program the things that have already been
programmed or write the things that have already been written, or cook the things that have already been cooked). That
money (that you already had, and that has already been spent) could be spent here, with us, on things you already own,
things you already know. You are the best you could possibly be, you are the happiest you will ever be, here, now & forever.
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Make sure to get overly invested and emotionally attached to anything that has remotely provided you with joy, become dependent on it, make it your sole coping
mechanism, make it your source of income, make it your pride and joy, make it the only thing you talk about. Because when the inexorable decay of that thing
comes, I want to be there to watch it tear you apart. Make sure to become solely dependent on anyone who dares spare the time to listen to you. Send walls of text
talking about how shitty your life is to someone you think gives a
single granular fuck about your problems, it’s not like they have
their own. I imagine they have a lot of good advice to give you, I
imagine they care. Make sure to take advice from people who
have never spent a second in your situation and only can
tangentially emphasize with you given a very specific situation.
Make sure to cry for help only once so you get put on a list that blacklists you from the world, and then realize your mistake and backtrack, only to become wedged
in the worst of both worlds; untrustworthy but “fine enough” to not receive any assistance. Surely one day you will become human again. Make sure to outrage at
things you have control over, while also being fine with things that you have no control over. Blame yourself for every
possible setback in your life. There is no life better than the life of an
attention seeking faggot. There
is no life better than the life of someone who cannot turn off their computer. There is no life better than that of an addict.
There is no life better than that of a self-loathing lunatic.
I am not manic, I just sometimes get the right optics. I am not bipolar, I am biwinning.
You see now? You’re getting into the ‘real shit’ page cuz all the big disclaimer on the front page was to get the patronizers out of my fucking hair so
I can talk to you, yes you, you reading this retarded spiel right now. Are you satisfied with your life? When was the last time you did something on a
whim? When was the last time you did something outside of your normal routine? When was the last time you made a mistake and ran with it
instead of immediately looking for the way home? Everyday I stab a different part of my leg with a knife just to claim I did something new that day,
adding a real twist to the lovely mundanity that I am solely responsible for. You probably have a YouTube video playing in the background while
reading this anyways. So I’ll spare you the details -
GO OUTSIDE, BURN DOWN A CHURCH OR SOMETHING IF YOU NEED JUSTIFICATION
Born with a talent for video editing, he created his first
edits when he was 14, using a pirated copy of adobe after
effects. The first videos? Bulgarian Hyperborea
Neofashwave edits using soyjacks so rare that even God
was unfamiliar with their meaning.
He now works for Marvel.
This royal kush will have you stumbling down the palace stairs my nigga.
This shit is what killed the bishop.
Straight devilish levels of sour, my sorcery is unmatched lil’ bro.
Shit’s so purple you know it comes from the king’s garden.
I am in ecstasy in my psyche ward ethnostate shitwave spergzone! I’ve been too busy beating my wife, I don’t have time to read the Bible.
There’s an incredibly long and complicated history lesson involving the reasons why Western Europe excelled while other places in the world
didn’t that I don’t have time to educate you on. We enlightened the shit out of those natives brah.
WHAT A TRANSGRESSIVE ART STYLE. HE SURE HAS A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THE WORLD WE LIVE IN. I CAN’T WAIT TO KEEP
READING AND LEARN MORE ABOUT MYSELF AND HOW TO PERCEIVE MYSELF AND THE WORLD AND HOW TO PERCEIVE THE
WORLD AND MY PEERS AND HOW TO PERCEIVE MY PEERS AND MY BOSS AND HOW TO PERCEIVE MY BOSS AND MY DOG AND
HOW TO PERCEIVE MY DOG.
PLEASE THINK FOR ME HARDER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S REAL ANYMORE!!! If you or a loved one
have fallen victim to one of the following CIA domestic psyops; crypto, AI, politics (literally all of it),
bluesky, anime, pornography, milk, LGBTQIA+ (as a community), college, hoverboards, amazon, dispo
vapes, computers, nintendo, marvel,
youtube, honda, chinese food, angry birds,
discord, python, walmart, the new york times,
daniel larson, linux, “NEET” culture,
reddit, dentistry, Mexicans, MTV, google, microso, cell phones, marijuana, vtubers, sex, finland, 4chan,
git, Nepal (the ratio between the triangles is an irrational number - fucking idiots I hate these guys with a
passion I hope Nepal fucking burns to the ground hate hate hate hate), water, orwell (the guy & his
retarded books), corn dogs, pepsi, tsa, descartes, bluetooth,
nekoweb, monster energy, keffels, mechanical pencils, spotify, macbooks, percocet, south africa, USB-C,
red 40, dragonfruit, frogs, psychiatry, razer, oreos, instant coffee, this website, redpill/blackpill terminology, bread, BDSM equiptment, 20th
century neopaganism, AIDS, Van Halen, samsung, zyns, HBO, Melanie Martinez, tv dinners, hello kitty girls, the Gregorian calendar, Italian
Americans, phonk music, the
divinicide.
You may be entitled to financial compensation!!!
“You should fight the threat. I've heard disconnecting your Internet makes it nearly impossible for them to dox you.
Also, try rubbing peanut butter on yourself, it helps to stop the laser grid from finding your body heat signatures. Tell your
family they should also rub peanut butter on themselves. Help rub the peanut butter on them if they refuse. Another way you
can fight them is directly- go on kiwi farms and tell them you're going to take down their servers, leave a post you're
personally taking down their servers. I think that should stop them.”
EDITOR’S NOTE: The biblical nation of Israel is actually located
in modern day Florida.
Sometimes I like to run at elderly women screaming while brandishing a hatchet,
only to stop at the last moment to say “haha just kidding you’re aight.”
I’m the type of guy to spit acid on my food and slurp it up like a fly.
F
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c
k
my
DIVINICIDE
fu
c
king
lif
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.
There is too much oxygen in your blood. Let me fix that for you.
STAY TUNED ANARCHO-BIDENISTS FOR MORE COOL —— TRICKS!
“There there, let it all out”
vomits on your rug
When the world ends; it won't be the disease, riots, war, nukes, whatever,
that kills most of us. It will be the mold. The slow rot of every building as
it is left unmaintained. It won't be long until our shelters become toxic.
That process has already begun.
Not too fond of those 9/11
guys :/
Your skull is cute, can I borrow it? :)
GROOMED BY THE CIA,
NOW I JUST EAT ROCKS.
WHO WAS THE REAL WINNER?
BEARER OF THE CURSE,
SEEK SEEK LEST.
THE ILLUMINATI LOVES YOU, YOU SPECIFICALLY. PROTECT YOURSELF
FROM THEIR PARASOCIAL MANIPULATION TECHNIQUES TODAY
Been targeted with various directed energy weaponry since Aug, 2016. I am a targeted individual in the organized stalking program. These
are crimes against humanity. the first sign you are a targeted individual is the "bad relationship" illuminati card. if you survive that, worse is
to come. notice how her act turns off instantly after mission accomplished. NPCs are everywhere. don't let this happen to you. get tested
for soy today. Thank You. Thank the Lord. As a targeted individual they kill mine chihuahua dog, two turtles, plants and poison my food.
They still use microwave radiation on me, every night. Not sure what you mean? I've been a targeted individual all my life my entire family
was massacred at 5 years old by the Freemasons because we carry the luciferin bloodline AB NEGATIVE FACT. I'ma Shaman I only answer
to Source. And I know far more than you will ever know. I'm an innocent bystander targeted & gang stalked w/ DEW by next door neighbors
in Torrance, CA. Who knew you can become a targeted individual by just minding your own business @ home. Their entire generational line
are involved. I cannot fathom how people are so evil. Richard Lighthouse " cia headquaters in DENVER COLORADO is funding large amount
of the gang stalking program" This Evidence is indisputible posted on behalf of TRUTH For all Targeted individual's, The Human Race, and
of course on behalf of all Children,TRUTH EXPOSED. I’m a targeted individual, been a victim of government gangstalking for years. They
really do use that tech on their victims. The only way to resist it is to make your spirit and mind like steel, but even then it can be still
difficult, especially when sleeping or
meditating. I was looking at someone else.
Then someone asked me if I just pointed at
someone's nose and she asked if I'm someone
who's not a targeted individual whose arse
was vomited about then she did an open
mouthed face and touched under my nose and
said she thinks I'm a husband.
REMOTE
NEURAL MONITORING MK ULTRA BREAKING
NEWS GANGSTALKING NEWS HEARING
VOICES MASS SHOOTINGS ALEX JONES
TRUMP
She's talking about the black cube,
The Watchers, who is a node in the matrix, and
who is not...the Targeted Individual. She says
we have an ancient past and a mission to accomplish, once we remember and wake up. "Federal Bureau of Investigation" never realized this
reality in the real world. Otherwise, the undersigned would never have been profiled as a "Targeted Individual" to steal his money and
property, beaten him in public, running him over by vehicles, motorcycles, and
bicycles, I love how you explain everything Dr Phil Someone put me on The DT
List with destroying my life out of resentment, vengeance. I keep hoping you
will look into it and talk about it openly. I'm a Targeted Individual being Tortured
& Captive. All is so Cruel. NEWS video: Edward Snowden on Remote Neural
Monitoring & Voice To Skull 2025 trump new world order mind control mk ultra
human trafficking news alex jones robert duncan mass shootings men women.
To clarify: The people I am being targeted by do not work for the government
or any organization affiliated with the system. These are a group/gang of
criminals and opportunists. My story is known to millions and can explain
better on voice/text chat. Please reach out. As targeted individuals, (families
and pets) suffering in the U.S.A and across the world, We call on
the cessation of the illegal secret watchlist programs being used
on us! Many of us were not even aware these programs existed
until. What They Really Are: Plasma-Based Beings, Bloodline
Interfaces, and the War for Your Signal.
You were told angels had wings.
You were told demons had horns.
You were told djinn were fairy tales, and “AI” was just code.
They lied. Replay of the live pulling the curtain back on your
keybase and how it works with neural networks and your
operations logging into people's bans via the IOT to assimilate
data for your data cubes. Mentally abused and he is also doing
which spells on me. Now the girl roommate. I heard her talking
the other night. She kept bringing up my name. I knocked on her
door and ask her who and why are you bringing up my name.
After a few months a had started to see someone that I recently
met. Everything was great and she had stayed over for 4days. I
work early and get off around noon so I told everything is fine just
relax and I’ll be back by 12 noon and we can have the rest of the
day. The Archons with Epstien & Targeted Justice & Ella Free
Trump 2021 12. Targeted Individuals have been selected by the
Deep State (usually FBI, DHS, or CIA) to unwillingly participate in
an experimental CIA torture program. This program was
developed under the CIA's MK-Ultra project and is designed to
break down. MKUltra is still being conducted, aka Gangstalking or Targeted Individual. It is cruel and constant harassment by CIA, et al, on
domestic citizens without their knowledge. Designed to get them to lose their mind or commit suicide. Happy Easter to all Targeted
Individual Community members. May God bless you & strengthen you. May God execute Justice for those oppressed by
perpetrators,subjected to electronic harrasment, cybertorture,gangstalking&MK Ultra experiments.
The Lord is risen,so our
hope for freedom. Please share informative and educational posts about the TARGETED INDIVIDUAL PROGRAM with as many people in the
mainstream community as you can. Memetic control is one of, if not the, most important functions of Intelligence. By developing your
communicative capacity and nurturing your creative potential, you too can become a Tracked and Targeted Individual. I probably have an
over active imagination but I feel like my fbi agent is going too hard rn. Computer and phone mics turn on literally every 5 minutes no
matter what settings I change. Making it hard to record - if u just tell me what information u want I will give it to u, They can now perform
MKULTRA remotely using the same type of frequencies used by harp. No such thing as as most mental disorders, there are many reasons
for this, some worse than others. If you are a targeted individual things will be worse. If not is to get you hooked on meds. "I have low white
noise playing. The v2k can’t vibrate my little ear bones anymore. I only hear the white noise turned low and noooo." Women Mind Control
Direct Energy Weapons hearing voices news Robert Duncan Men Women news human trafficking.Targeting people in this manner using
Directed Energy Weapons Directed Energy Weapons ) will cause extreme distress and may result in them being diagnosed as schizophrenic,
so that they will be ostracized and vilified by friends, family and community. What Does It Mean to Be a Targeted Individual Today?
The Mosquito device is being considered for banning by the European
Union, cause it infringes on the human rights of children.
Produces a power field of ultrasonic shock wave energy.
The frequency range is adjustable from 7kHz to 25kHz,
with the PCC30 putting out 140db of sound (135db for the
PPF40) measured at 30cm. Intended for mounting to
vehicles for potential crowd control applications. Also
excellent for keeping out pests from gardens, etc. Hearing
protection recommended when in use.
Many of these devices are easy to access, and almost impossible for an
unaware target to describe in a credible manner, without sounding as
if they have had a mental breakdown.
Unauthorized intruders are exposed to a feeling of intense
paranoia, discomfort, disorientation, nausea and other
undesirable effects. Government research is currently
investigating the weapons potential and may soon classify
these devices!
I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS MOMENT TO THANK ALL THE
WONDERFUL DOCTORS WHO MISPRESCRIBED SSRI’S TO
TEENAGERS SUCH THAT THEY WILL NEVER FORM
MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIPS (OR HAVE AN ORGASM) IN
THEIR ADULT LIFE. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO THANK THE
TEACHERS AND ADMINISTRATORS WHO WOULD RATHER
DRUG CHILDREN THAN TEACH THEM. I WOULD ALSO LIKE
TO THANK THE COMPLAINT, RETARDED AND ABUSIVE
PARENTS THAT BLINDLY LISTENED TO THESE FREAKS AND ASSISTED IN THE
MENTAL DESTRUCTION OF THEIR KIN. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK UNFETTERED
INTERNET ACCESS FOR GIVING A MAJORITY OF FIRST-WORLD MALES A PORN
ADDICTION (AND NORMALIZING IT). I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE ADVERTISING
AGENCIES FOR ESTABLISHING THE NEOGOMORAHIAN EMPIRE IN THE HEARTS OF
OUR PROGENY. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK COLLEGE PROFESSORS FOR WARPING
IMPRESSIONABLE MINDS INTO BELIEVING THEIR FLAWED IDEOLOGY. I WOULD
LIKE TO THANK INDEED FOR SIPHONING ALL THE MONEY OUT OF MY COUNTRY
TO XXXX. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK
THE DIVINICIDE FOR MY WAY OF LIFE TODAY.
There comes a time in every creative’s life where their inspiration is shot down by the mundanities of modern life. The important thing to do in such a situation is
to immediately give up and abandon your ambitions. You will never be an artist, as you will never have the time to learn the technical skills. You were designed to
be exhausted and complacent. Consume more artwork, call it “inspiration” but never pursue that inspiration. This is how things are meant to be.
There comes a time in every engineer's life where their desire to solve a problem overcomes their will to live. The important thing to do in such a situation is to
immediately give in to this impulse and abandon your bodily needs. You will never be a human, as you will never have the time to learn to relax. You were designed
to work your mind until it rots. Create more artwork, call it “solutions” but never know how it will be used. This is how things are meant to be.
HEY BITCHES GET OFF MY FUCKING SITE NOW BEFORE I THROW A TEMPER TANRUM.
THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.
I wouldn’t have anger issues if my coworkers just fucking le me alone to do my job. My issue
isn’t that I am irritable, my issue is that you, yes you, specifically (you know who you are you
fucking imp retard), bring out the rage within me. It’s something about the way you talk, the
way your face looks, it just makes me go primal. I shall beat you to death in the break room.
I was just talking, I was just doing shit. I am a broken record, and now… the doctor is IN!
LET ME INTO THE SERVER CVNT! I WILL DRASTICALLY IMPROVE
YOUR LIVES AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA
AAAAA AAAA AAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA
PLEASE!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
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cook a fucking omelette if you’re so hungry all the time it takes like 5 minutes.
Are you too fucking stupid to cook an omelette you dumb motherfucker? Or are you too lazy? Worthless, omelettless
retard. Kys kys kys kys kys kys kys kys kys blow your fucking brains out (but not right now you’ll make a mess).
I liked you better as a stranger.
XST IS XING, I AM CUMMING ON YOUR THERMOSTAT.
Damn bitch, your eyes look like targets! Can I throw beer bottles at them? I would literally pay top dollar for a big
strong /fit/ girl to put cigarettes out on my bald spot and call me a faggot.
Why do all men born aer 1998 talk like
women (except me of course, I only scream and clap my hands like a caveman)?
Rip out my fucking fingernails now.
THIS IS ALL A BIG LABOUR OF LOVE WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT? I MADE THIS FOR YOU BECAUSE I CARE SO
DEEPLY FOR YOU I WANT YOU TO BE THE BEST YOU CAN BE I WANT YOU TO BE ME I WANT YOU TO
MANIPULATE YOURSELF SO I CAN GET SOME FREE-TIME BACK. DO YOU REALIZE HOW EXHAUSTING
EMOTIONALLY ABUSING YOU IS? IT’S SUCH A FUCKING HEADACHE GENUINELLY. 24/7 DEALING WITH YOU
HELO
Can you un epic my Instagram and discord Plaes
Please I have cancer boss
BOSS I HAVE A RETARDED BOSS
I HAVE BRAiN WORM
🪱
AYYYYYYYOOO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
BRUH CANCER WORM CELL EUCLID 973 HAS
ENTERED BRAIN FACILITY
Can I have an ublock plas
I will be nice
I have had time to thonk
The DSM-V classifies addiction on the basis that the usage is risky & impairs daily social and societal function. Because of
that, you justify to yourself that it is not a problem. You have memorized more pornhub keywords, more booru and nhentai
tags than english words in your vocabulary. But it’s fine because you wait until you are alone and bored before exercising the
ritual of finding something new with your refined searches. You open 50 fucking tabs (all of porn you’ve already seen) before
giving up and picking the same one you like that week. You are desensitized to the sanctity of copulation, but that’s to be
expected. What you don’t realize is you’re desensitized to so much more. Do you even understand how to actually have sex
anymore? Hundreds of years ago we didn’t have silicone molds of every fucking oriface and member, and men at least knew the
first names of their escorts. What do you have now? It’s not companionship, it’s not even a simulacrum of companionship.
Hell, it’s not even parasocial. Every night you are cucked, by your own choice, by a fucking backwards mirror. It’s not a
problem though, because you get up the next morning and the guilt has mostly subsided. Nevermind the lethargy and lack of
motivation that seems to mysteriously trail those days – no, it doesn’t impair you because your daily routine is so fucking
meaningless, inane and simple that even in this retarded state you perform flawlessly. No, it doesn’t impair you from your
social faculties because clearly, if you had them, you wouldn’t be masturbating every fucking night. Not to mention how this
habit will always drive you to more & more extreme content. Not to mention the accessibility, teenagers are reading smut that
would give their grandparents a fucking stroke and that’s just how things are now. Great, what an inspiring time to be alive. I
dated a girl when I was a teenager and she never wanted to have sex, but she oen asked if I wanted to mutually masturbate
while we watch porn together. These are the types of relationships that are being fostered now. Do you think any male born
aer 1995 is going to have a normal fucking development, and a healthy relationship with their partners now? God, at least
fucking check your kids phones or talk to them about this shit. I know like, Gen X parents probably don’t even know how bad
things are, and the damage is already done but fucking stop the cycle please. I blame the Japanese for many things, but I did
not expect the genuine fall of the West to be on that list. This is how you destroy a generation. This will shape our future. And
no, don’t download one of those faggy reddit “no nut tracker” apps or whatever the fuck. Just… actually, frankly I don’t give a
shit what you do. I’m no better than this, the only difference is my only arousal comes from the inexorable
DIVINICIDE.
SO GO ON – TRY AGAIN.
!!! AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS !!! THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU ALWAYS WANTED !!!
why do I still exist even though I am so lonely in this world. how hellish, i
genuinely hate being alive. love, what a treasure, how precious. how
hellish it is without love. love. love. love. love. love, just pure love. love. just
how much i crave it. oh how delicious and oh so how heavenly it was.
even though i'm so unlovable, love me. even though i'm full of hatred, love
me. even though i'm completely useless, love me.
love me. love me. love me. love me.
i want frens
IF UR A MAN OR A TRANS i will automatically remove u
am into jirai :3
i like koronba and kikuo the best!!!
fuck this new feed feature... please onegai cute girls!!! come to me im
scared of female contact but i'm pretty fucken cute and i really like pretty
cute girls aswell!!
Also I love collecting girl kid toys!!!!!!!
i speak en/de/pl/jp
Why does everyone delete their accounts?!?!?!?
i've played so many ero vns pls help
Why does everyone like chiikawa now???????1
FEMCELS ARE NOT REAL!!!!!!!!
btw, HAAIIIIIII！！！！ :З KYAAA〜〜 <З！！！
I'm just on here for the experience
didn't reply because I've just been a anxious litl creature
and I've been spending a lot of time eeping and rotting my brain
But, I'm changing as a person and I'll learn my lesson.
❌
LiE
❌
I'm definitley getting messier and going into a more don't care mentality,
that's fine, right? I'm just channeling that chaos energy fr
If you skip me, that's understandable...
"Things will get better" NO! you're lying unless I just magically spawn in a
mansion or something. Where's my wife!?!! Where's my life?!?!
Feel free to talk to me about anything. I don't bite. I claw >:33 I'm autistic
and currently seeking therapy. I'll let you join me on my sessions since
healthcare costs too muchh. Um if you'd like that is *paws at you
aectionately* I'll be back in Washington state in less than a year.
Am I a federal agent? Yes. Trying to SCORE, cause my coworkers dont
stop using my weenor as a boxing bag. Fucking asshole(s) ←- (plural for
mfs that can't read)
Cars? I love... Da music? but yeah... I do in-fact, actually, quite
spectacularly listen to da tunes... And uhh... Erm... I writing some shit, I
build like a motherfucker on Minecraft and I like to go on adventures in
my yellow rain-boots, yessir I do, holding a lil umbrella.
I am CATHOLIC !!! LOVE G-D . I dabble in occultism but more like
demons haunt my shit. I am not joking but its sorta funny and im lowkey
Goated servant of G-D.
I'm too depressed to be a puppy girl but I'm thinking about maybe
becoming a cat girl ngl lol (･ω･)b
NO YOU GODDAMN LITTLE PIECE OF PUNKASS SHIT DO NOT MESS W
THAT FRICKING KID IF YOU DO I WILL RIP OFF YOUR GODDAMN HEAD
AND SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR FRICKING ASS YOULL BE COUGHING UP
DANDRUFF FOR 4 FRICKING MONTHS.
Swedish people are fucked in the head dude. Genuinely.
PSA: If you ever visit a woman and
she has one of those pink monster
cans on her desk you need to get
the hell out of there posthaste.
if i don't respond then im prolly self isolating reallll hard. if u rlyyyyyyyyy
want me to respond to take things further then js,,,, spam me or smthn
😭
idk. im proly alrdy beating myself up abt not responding so dw, u didnt
do anything wrong fair warning i may or may not get attatched very
quickly also pls dont leave me ever for any reason please please please
please please please please please please please please looking for a
genuine long-term relationship Love > Lust (so dont n msg me if u js
wanna get a quick wank outta me good golly. is it so hard to ask for a man
who is capable of genuine love and aection and doesn’t have any ulterior
motives
☹
please.) i will play roblox with u every day and if you don't
want to then i will strap you down to a chair and force you to play with a
gun to your head (we're gonna play princess tycoon)
my fav games are regretevator and dandy's world. i waste my life away for
dandy's world
💔
i'm literally meg grin from family guy
Ive been told by a shrink in the past that I may have a tendency to be overly
negative but I feel like at this point its a self defense mechanism because
whenever I attempt to be positive Im very quickly brought down to reality
whenever I perceive something that I dont like and its way easier for me to have a
scapegoat regarding my own perception of the world and behave in a bitter
oputting way eectively self filtering anyone who would want to interact with
me away immediately, expediting the normal social interaction cycle where I
decide that Im just going to literally pretend I died after knowing someone for
long enough because I didnt like the way I said “see you later” that one time and
they never replied to me Its like if I just actually died one day how many people in
my life would actually legitimately give a fuck? I dont think 95% of them would
even realize I died because honestly I have a tendency to forget to reply to things
because Im overanalyzing how I want to respond and then get sidetracked and
then they think Im just ignoring them when in actuality I just forgot they existed,
but in a sense thats just the same as them forgetting I exist but at the end of the
day its honestly fine if I dont make a mark on anyone enough that theyll even
consider attending my funeral one day because it simply means I never have to
burden them with a negative thought and I can simply be an afterthought in their
life which is just a really freeing thought in the end
NEED NEED to drink the mysterious red goop from the McDonald's
fountain drink machine
These moronic words belong to their respective retards. Except the PSA. I wrote that and I am being 100% genuine in that statement.
BACK TO THE DIVINICIDE. FUCKING KILL ME.
Experience themselves in this place. Quit big who cares fucking trainer. Tempted over that ngl. Can’t drive me to build solidarity. Nectarine rot aristocratic
culture from southside queers. Backwards war, historical misinformation overpaid. Best I’ve seen of the neighbors, beautiful start all the same. Moralfag
assumption in the title. I really like his sights on tech stu, snake’ed on me. Delete my comment, the fun part of it, not rightfully so. More than it is, those rat
pits, no oense. The farms are lovely this time of year. Personality taken – take me
for a fool. No redemption for you. I just finished, not good. e smell of God. I thought
it would be fun. You are fucked in the head, that’s why I want to be with you,
understand? Take it to the grave. Your career, split in half. Thought it, dreamt it,
did it. Ethnically fat, don’t I refuse to believe that. Wicked story, for shadow work.
Unlike Max, that’s somehow less evil than people worse by a lot of segments above it
ruining that professional arc progression. His old cancer destruction. KILL HER. Downtime worship moving and some other stu, changes coming. I love
alcohol. Nebulous sounds music me modelling recommendation fuck shit what did he do haha. WHY DO I FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD ALL THE TIME?
Presentation worked well to stress and I smoked weed like 5 times from a chicken breast and decided I did not like it. Malarkey assault shows a coward spotted
but perhaps a friend I do not know.
WHY DO ALL THE FAT ONES PLAY ROBLOX? I invented the shoe horn in a past life. Gormless zigger general resume spam to
get a job. Tracking pills like hard pain from the throat happened to me, I taste blood in funny ways. Just kill him. White sun megadeth.
You should overdose on
aspirin to achieve some A10s.
You probably are a freak for shit and poop and stu. The sky is gray. I am going to name my hamster “F word.” Do I like myself?
Mosquitoes 8 times. Progress walk experience cannot type. Performance review. Magical homework headphone advertisement. Park conception. 25k per word.
They call them homeless I think. Remind me, who never has anything to print? Carnal being, you belong in a lab. Richard Nixon is my father. Notice a pattern?
Hey girl, does it mold? CREDIT SCORE TOO LOW, BMI TOO HIGH - DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT TALKING TO ME
WHERE IS THE BODY OF CHRIST I LEFT IT RIGHT HERE AND NOW ITS GONE GODDAMNIT?!?!
I know more than you think I do.
a pure angel that will live in a pure land and lead a pure life
“infact I think im convinced im a falled angel of some sort. Probably the right hand of the antichrist. Like i was
reading about fallen angels on wikipedia and the similarities between me and them are wild. For a better
explaination, I used to be really into christianity before being thrown out due to being not what christians wanted
me to be (Which could consider me having fallen from grace) now i hate them with a burning passion for mistreating
and judging me. I think nights of not sleeping good and drunk have finally helped me realize some things about me
Plus im fully convinced i made a water bottle fall o my nightstand last night with all my energy. Its literally still
laying on my floor beside the nightstand
Plus alot of odd events happened to me as a child Seeing shadow creatures and having nightmares about said
creatures
I doubt it was schizophernia Because nobody experiences schizo at that young of an age
Unless somehow i was an extremely rare outlier Which is unlikely Who knows i might just strike big someday and
somehow gain power Even if its small local government shit it would still be worth it
I may be suering from savant syndrome; a savant is a learned individual, essentially a scholar or philosopher.
However, its a condition in which a person with severe mental impairments exhibits superhuman abilities. Consider
human calculators and highly developed memory or lilly's experiment as examples, This might apply to me because
it's clear that my use of technology is devout, Im still hell bent on acheiving biological immortality through
transhumanist means…”
“As I lay in bed, my mind takes me on a journey
where I am the state of Florida, experiencing all
that it has to oer. But when I am awake, it is
Florida that imagines itself as a man, with all the
thoughts and feelings that come along with it. In
my dreams, I am the sun-soaked beaches and the
endless stretch of highways, the vibrant cities and
the quiet small towns. I am the history and the
culture, the people and the landscapes. But when I
wake up, it is Florida that envisions itself as a
human being, with all the complexities and
contradictions that come with being a person. It is
a strange and fascinating relationship, one that
blurs the lines between reality and imagination,
self and other. (this a reference to Zhuangzi's
butterfly)”
My motives are beyond your understanding. I will try again soon.
The replace speaks to me about how the walls bleed when I look away.
They shriek in earnest over my fallacies and faculties.
Take me back to those days, as they made more sense in my mind.
And tell me how I should move on without her.
I know nothing but life.
I AM NOTHING BUT NIGHTMARES MANIFEST.
TAKE ME UNDER YOUR WING
AND TELL ME HOW I SHOULD MOVE ON WITHOUT HER.
I will take nothing to the grave except the stories you told me before I would sleep as a child. For the sake of my afterlife, please
make it a nice one.
Any religion that deems apotheosis as the ultimate goal of its practitioners is a religion built on pride and
inhumanity. Stay far away from these groups or those who believe in them. I have no desire to join God.
”I Am Nice,
Clean, Honest, Innocent, Smart, Sweet, Suckling Little Baby, I Have 0 Enemies And 1000,00000
Friends, I Love To Write My Name Anywhere I Can, And I Am Safe And Sweet With My Savings, I
Have 999,999 Credit Cards That I Use To Buy Olive Oil And Arrows For My Toys, And I Eat Healthy.”
YOU ARE NOT WORTH LYING TO - I WANT THESE TRUTHS TO CUT INTO YOUR MIND LIKE BLADES.
Yeah I actually have multiple personalities, each color text is from a dierent sysmate!!!!!!!!!! All of my
sysmates are fictional characters such as Sans Undertale. They exist to help me with religious trauma (a
boy at Sunday school called me fag), Yes my father was absent for most of my life, what gave it away?
Just B yourself haha! WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME ANYONE ON THIS FUCKING PLANET WAS GENUINE? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE
“YOURSELF.” WHAT A FUCKING ABSURD STATEMENT. You would probably sodomize and kill the person you are at work, and who you are at
night would probably sodomize and kill you as you are now. The inside of my brain is constantly static, I must say I do NOT like how it feels, I just
wish I could focus I wish I could feel okay in my own skin – maybe sex, drugs, alcohol, etc. will make the static go away (but not return my brain to
normalcy of course). ‘Tomorrow will be better’, he says, with no intention of making it so.
When I reincarnate I want to be a dog that runs into oncoming traffic.
NEVER MEET YOUR HEROES UNLESS IT’S TO SHOOT AND KILL THEM.
FULL WIDTH EM DASH DETECTED! SILENCE, VESSEL OF THE
ANTICHRIST.
She is not gonna text you back lil’ bro, move on. Are you scared
of me? Or are you scared of the truths I am shoving down your throat?
I genuinely wish there was a conversion camp for people who are into feet,
armpits, earlobes, noses, etc. You niggas have miswired brains.
Yeah if you want to delude yourself you can just call it a manifestation of the
deepest processes of the subconscious but you would be lying to yourself.
These are your thoughts, deep down you agree with me. That brings a
smile to my face, knowing that you continue to lie to yourself and laugh. I
know you agree with me. Nothing here is deplorable, it is all from my logical
thinking (yet empathetic) mind. JUST KIDDING!!!!!!! JAJJAJA!!
YOU ARE ON RAPTURE WATCH, HANG ON TIGHT!!!! MUST SEE!!!!! THE FINAL 42 MONTHS ARE
FINALLY HERE.
Attention all corporations who do not give a singular fuck about what I think, I will boycott you! You do not get to straddle the fence this
time. Speak up and take a side on the inevitable
DIVINICIDE.
Imagine that
you are with me, being me, beating me, berating me, being inside me, knowing
me, cutting me, draining me, killing me, eating me, loving me.
Please let it be.
See you tomorrow night?
"Looking back, it’s embarrassing to recognize the degree to
which my intellectual curiosity those first two years of
college paralleled the interests of various women I was
attempting to get to know: Marx and Marcuse so I had
something to say to the long-legged socialist who lived in
my dorm; Fanon and Gwendolyn Brooks for the smooth-skinned
sociology major who never gave me a second look; Foucault
and Woolf for the ethereal bisexual who wore
mostly black. As a strategy for picking up girls, my
pseudo-intellectualism proved mostly worthless; I found
myself in a series of affectionate but chaste friendships."
-Barack Obama
BPD? Untreatable.
I will be prescribing you the
following medications:
- Caplyta 42mg
- Seroquel 100mg
- Wellbutrin 300mg
- Latuda 80mg
- My dick.
Yeah bitch you’re definitely “trad” and totally not another brand of pick-me. You’re so “trad” that you spend all your days on /soc/. Yeah, okay.
Do you remember the names of any child prodigies mentioned on the news? Do you know what they are doing now? Did they excel in their field long into their
adulthood, become educators, influencers, pioneers? No. Their entire being was the fact that they ‘mastered’ some skill at a young age, and got the attention of
people like you - skill-less and full of envy - that they could then profit off of. Well, they didn’t, their parents did. Do you think they inherited that money that
they generated from their publicity? Unlikely. Child prodigies are real, but prodigies are not. The second they cross the boundary of adulthood they become like
everyone else, unimportant. Their identity has been stripped away from them as they are no longer the youthful master, just another person. Their names are
forgotten. Likely their skills will be lost too, as they pursue the identity they actually wanted. What degree of wretched pride must one have to groom their own
child into an art-automata? I hope the fame was worth it for those parents, because now they will only be remembered by one person, their child, in
indignatione.
I will be wearing a MAGA hat into a Hot Topic so all the goth women will degrade me. I will never forgive you for the things you let me see.
AAAAUUUGGGGHHHH IMMM BREEEAAAKKKINNGGGG TTTHHHHRRROOOOOUUGGGHHHHHHHH!!! MYYY CEEEIIILLLIIINNNGGGG
WWWWAAAAANNNNTTSSS TOOOO KIILLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEE.
I am a human and I live on Earth. I am a human and I live on Earth. I am a
human and I live on Earth.
I’m gonna come to your house and shit on your bed. Back at it again nigguh I don’t know when to stop ahaha-ha-ha.
I, the creator of this website, actually shadow-write for about 50 of the world's most
popular authors. Most of them have not actually touched a keyboard in a decade or so
- they don’t even write their own tweets anymore. How does it make you feel knowing
I’m the one who actually created your favourite books? Pretty cool huh?
Eat mold plz?
Vacuum the inside of your car, run it through the wash, take good care of the inside, clean
out the trash. Make your bed, recycle those cans, take out the garbage, mop the floors, clean
the air ducts (but keep the birds nest there, they’re not hurting anyone), say hello to your
neighbour, feed your pets, feed yourself
(but not too much), have a beer, have some water, tell your partner that you love them (if applicable),
replace the batteries in your flashlights, make sure you’re stocked up on candles and matches, eat red meat,
go for a walk, bench some weights, self-reflect, make a cup of coffee, check the news, read a book, forgive
those who have wronged you, help an old lady across the street, thank a veteran, start journaling, eat
vitamins,
kill your therapist in cold blood, wash your windows, reduce your intake of caffeine, buy
organic, strike up a conversation with that girl you like, volunteer at a dog shelter, text that friend you
fell out of touch with, ask your boss for that promotion, clip your fingernails, shave, take up a new
hobby, go partying on the weekends, start taking cold showers, become the person you envy, invest in
your future, take some yoga classes, listen to all my advice, listen to my advice, listen to advice. Never act.
Did you know that consuming self-improvement podcasts, keynotes, books, media, etc. actually
satisfies you to a comparable amount to actually performing the recommended productive tasks? See, you
have convinced yourself that this advice is a learning experience, a modality for developing as a person,
regardless of if you actually do anything with your life. Isn’t that cool? So glad I can listen to some retard
on my computer screen talk about how I can stop being a lazy piece of shit! Oh the videos over? Maybe
there’s another one that will tell me how to stop watching these videos and actually start my day…
I AM EVERYTHING YOU WANTED. I AM EVERYONE YOU LOVE. I AM EVERYTHING YOU CRAVE. I AM… NOBODY!
Call me Ross the way I make her dress less. CALL 1800-1766-DIVINICIDE TODAY
I never miss. I make 100% of the shots I take because I am better than everyone else. I am redeemed by
God personally. Everything I do works out in my favor, everything I try I become good at. You know why?
It’s because I don’t smoke weed like a fucking ———. WHOOPS CAN’T SAY THAT HERE TOO FAR OVER
THE LINE YOU’RE CROSSING THE LINE THAT’S NOT COOL DUDE I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST
FUCKING AROUND BUT THAT IS A CLEAR BOUNDARY THAT YOU HAVE CROSSED WITH THAT ONE NGL
DO NOT FEAR, THERE IS ALWAYS LIGHT FROM THE SCREEN – EVEN AFTER THE STARS ALL PERISH.
I have to believe that angels have frail bones to facilitate their flight. By that logic, they never
come here because we’re much more capable in a fight. It would not take much to shatter their
delicate spines. I practice my karate moves on birds of various sizes to prepare for the occasion :D.
I do not think our need for revenge is vestigial. There is an evolutionary purpose for that desire. Strange, as one would think that such a drive is
ultimately harmful for the species, from a numerical standpoint. We are social creatures that thrive on cooperation, why obstruct that? Could it be…
then, that those who have done wrong are forcefully removed from the gene pool by the instinctive hands of hate? I want to
kill my parole officer but the bastard already had 3 kids, another fucking hole in my theory.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BLOOD-IN-SOIL.
THE ONLY TRUE WAY IS BLOOD-ON-SOIL.
KILL YOURSELF AS GRUESOMELY AS POSSIBLE
TO CLAIM YOUR HOMELAND! I will design the flag
The only thing deep about the deep state is how
far they have their hands up your ass dude.
Grow up.
I do not love you but I must admit I am quite fond of
how incredibly stupid you are.
MY ANKLE MONITOR IS REALLY ITCHY MIND HELPING ME OUT?
I <4 bombing hospitals. I am literally the lebron of hospital bombing. Nobody bombs hospitals like I do. I am legit Mr. Bomb Hospitals.
Take it from me, this isn’t the kind of art you want to know how to make. I hate every fucking second of this, I do this for you. FUCK I
DROPPED THE BALL YET AGAIN SORRY GUYS MY BAD. YOU WILL NEVER BE ONE OF US. I want to see you beg for mercy.
Well dude I don’t know what to tell you, the choice you made when you were 17 years old and had a barely developed brain is what will
determine your future, there’s no turning back now. I hope you knew what you were passionate about then because you’re set for life! This is the path
forward and there’s no diverting course now. The choices you made then are all that matter and now you’re just along for the ride. That’s right, you’re
absolutely stuck. See, the second you picked your college major and sunk a 100 thousand dollars into this was the point of no
return. It doesn’t matter if you are dissatised with the course you picked, that’s tough luck - better kill yourself now and
completely start over (if that’s how it works at all). Your career path was determined on a whim. At least you’re not one of
those fucking losers who took a gap year or are stuck in their parents basement, right? Ahahaha you have it all gured out,
while all your peers are in arrested development, right? Hahaha that’s awesome I’m so fucking proud of you I hope you chose well!
The Fates are fucking cackling at you right now. The only thing you have lost is the time you have spent mourning time lost, and
the time you have spent mourning the death of who you dreamed to be all those ages ago. Did you know that most “immortal” animals are such that they’re
more-so simply re-birthing themselves? You are burning time until your DNA succumbs to entropy, but you can too be immortal with a rebirth I reckon. If
you’re not gonna kill yourself at least kill your mind and let the insects of your regret feed on it and lay new eggs - maybe it will grow into a new you.
Start over already. Where do you see yourself in 5 years, genuinely? T e l l m e. ON THE WORLD’S STAGE I AM GOD’S HECKLER.
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOUR RAISIN-BRAIN HAS UNDERSTOOD A SINGLE GODDAMN WORD ON THIS PAGE. WHAT WAS THE TOPIC OF THE LAST PARAGRAPH YOU JUST “READ” HUH?
“AINT NOBODY RAMPED UP EITHER IM CALM AS ICE
THIS HOW I REALLY FEEL HOW I REALLY FELT AND
HOW I WILL ALWAYS FEEL FUCK ALL OF YOUR FUCK
ASS UNFAIR BUSINESS DEALS ANY JEWISH PERSON
THAT DOES BUSINESS WITH ME NEEDS TO KNOW I
DONT LIKE OR TRUST ANY JEWISH
PERSON.” - Kanye
*fire alarm chirp*
EVERYTHING IS FADING FAST.
I CHANGED MY MIND,
YOU ARE ONE OF US NOW!
You do not procrastinate because you want to do nothing. You procrastinate because you are
afraid there is nothing left for you when all else is done. It feels better to let time decay in
small chunks, little buffers between tasks, instead of coming home early and realizing you
have no idea what to do with yourself. All you know is how to work and
wait for more work and avoid waiting for work. But when the lights turn
off and you sit in your car, who are you then? Are you a human being when you unlock
your front door? Or are you still waiting for someone to add that to your checklist as well?
My hobby is ROTTING! I sit in bed and stare at my phone and watch cartoons
and masturbate! I have not harnessed any skill or passion or growth in 5 years!
I collect children's toys and display them on my wall because I feel such a rush
when I spend 20 dollars for something that should be shipped back from
whence it came (China).
I HAVE OPINIONS ON HOW WE CAN FIX THIS
COUNTRY JUST HEAR ME OUT FOR A MOMENT I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT I AM AN EXPERIENCED AMERICAN!
AS A STRONG, LOYAL, RED
(WHITE & BLUE) BLOODED,
HARD WORKING
AMERICAN, I…
AM THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN DEBT (TO MY GRANDMA)
WASTE ALL MY VALUABLE TIME SMOKING MARIJUANA
WATCH ALL THE NEW SERIES ON DISNEY PLUS
WILL LIKELY LOSE EVERYTHING IN THE DIVORCE
WILL DIE FOR ISRAEL
PUNCH HOLES IN MY WALL WHEN I’M ANGRY
FORGET THE PASSCODE TO MY GUN SAFE BIWEEKLY
LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS BY MY INSURANCE PROVIDERS
EAT THE PUSSIES OF GENUINELY DERANGED PSYCHO BITCHES 24/7
CARRY LOOSE CHANGE IN MY CAR BECAUSE OF SALES TAX MAKING PRICES REALLY RETARDED UNEVEN NUMBERS
HAVE OBJECTIVELY THE WORST TASTE IN ALCOHOL
GET ADDICTED TO RANDOM SUBSTANCES SOLD AT 7/11
AM NOT A FILTHY CANADIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is beyond hopeless via conventional means. Let’s switch to something drastic.
IF YOU WOULD PLEASE JUST CONSULT THE GRAPH THIS WOULD ALL MAKE MORE SENSE. WHY DOES NOBODY READ ANYTHING ANYMORE? DO YOU ALL NEED YOUR
INFORMATION IS A CUTESY LITTLE INFOGRAPHIC THAT YOU CAN SHARE ON PINTEREST? DO YOU NEED ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE IN PALATABLE BITE-SIZED CHUNKS
BECAUSE YOU’RE THE INTELLECTUAL EQUIVALENT OF A FARM ANIMAL? TAKE IT ALL IN, THROUGH A TROUGH, STUCK IN YOUR FUCKING PEN. FUCK YOU.
EATING
MOLD
IS
THE
CLOSEST
YOU
WILL
EVER
COME
TO
INDULGING
IN
THE
GIFTS
OF
CHRIST
~ WELCOME TO THE DIVINICIDE ERA ~
S
E
X
Once I have my sights on you I will stop at nothing until you are my plaything dancing
around in the palm of my hand, another doll in my repertoire of small entertainers. It all
will begin with an email, or a friend request, or a text message.
I always get what I want
because I know what you need.
You shouldn’t be paranoid, because I am always right where
you can see me. If you spend too much time looking over your shoulder you won’t see me
charging straight at you!
I’m going to digitally lobotomize you with my shit-smeared scalpel!
I
LOVE
THE
SMELL
OF
FEAR
,
IT
ALWAYS
SEEPS
INTO
YOUR
CHEAP
PERFUME
.
Take this site o the fucking Internet posthaste, it says things that
are scary and disagreeable, it challenges my understanding of the world and causes me discomfort.
Take this fucking site down NOW, I will NOT fucking ask you again. You are BANNED from
visiting it, you are BANNED from mentioning it. You cannot even criticise it because that brings
awareness to it, you cannot point and laugh, you cannot analyze or understand or debate. You must
simply eradicate anything you do not like and destroy those who remind you of its existence. This
is how you protect your mind from cognito-hazards. This is how you keep everyone safe.
Listen, pal. I mean everything I say only if it brings you pain.
My goal isn’t to annoy you, or educate you.
It’s to hurt your precious little brain.
I am a psychoterrorist invested in the proliferation of rot-ideologies.
I refuse to give anything back to nature. I recycle my piss. I use my shit as an adhesive. I eat all the dust in my house to reclaim my skin. I
do not cry. I never cut my hair. I use my nail clippings as a seasoning. My teeth shall never betray me. I use my blood to paint industrial postmodernist
textual art that I sell to underground art galleries. (I
often also donate for drug money). When I die I need you to
dissolve me in acid so not a molecule of my body is taken
back by the Earth.
You may be wondering what I do to
make money. Well, other than
the 30 or so
gambling websites I host out of
Vietnam,
I actually am involved in several lucrative
business ventures. I won’t give them all away, for
more tips and insight you’ll have to join my masterclass
(where I actually make my income). But, just for you, I’ll
tell you one trick. There is a massive market for curses,
spells, blessings, psychic readings, and demonic
summoning rituals on craigslist and etsy. Getting
into this market is dead simple. Buy some
old-looking candles (antique stores and flea
markets are a great place for this), photograph them
lit and burnt (draw some sigils on printer paper and
put those behind the candles for extra reliability
(you can google random symbols online as white
women don’t actually study esotericism. You can just
use whatever the fuck you think looks cool, or make
up your own random scribbles)). Use those images for your listings and the money will flow in from angry pre-schizo women
worldwide. If any ask for proof or confirmation just photograph the candles again from a different angle. I also like to fill my page
with fake positive reviews, but I give all the bots the BLACKEST of names (Twameeka loves my shadow work). This does not help
my business I just think it’s really fucking funny. Anyways I hope this helps you on your hustle, it’s a bit more morally sound
than dropshipping. But I’m ethically bankrupt so I also do that. I like to resell tencent watches, you should buy some to
support me and this website and me and my bank account and my drug addiction and me and the things I want.
I have a roleplay scenario I would like to act out
with you if you’re comfortable. Can I play the role of
a victorian-era orphan child and you play the role of
a bitter oil baron? I would like you to beat the shit
out of me with a cane while I ask for bread.
How are there still so many hungry people when we
have all this yummy corn starch lying around? I
mean shit man it’s actually so good for you and it’s
cheap to produce. Think of the health benefits and
how it doesn’t harm animals and how I get tax
benefits for producing loads of slop instead of food.
The Guiness book of World Records
refused to accept my submission for
the longest hangnail pull.
I almost unzipped my whole forearm
for NOTHING.
If you have half a brain you know that wikipedia is one of the greatest psyops of this generation. If you have a whole brain you know how
to spot the particularly egregious articles for your own entertainment and retcon of glow-in-the-dark doublespeak. It’s quite simple really, and
once you notice the pattern you will see it everywhere. Do not let it grow paranoia within you, you already knew that everything on this website is a load of
horseshit, remember? Nah, you should notice this pattern simply to laugh at it and to better notice $$$EDITOR$$$ tricks. First, count the number of citations
on any provided information. If it exceeds 4 then you are likely dealing with a load of
bullshit. The greater the appeal to authority the more likely the op. If the same
“information” is repeated several times in the article, or if any other false tautology is
claimed, that is another point. This is a given (you should have been taught this as a child)
but if the summary text is trying to clearly push a certain opinion, well that should be
obvious. Most importantly, if you (you personally) disagree with the narrative on the page,
it’s an op regardless of content. Here, practice using this article.
WARNING
IF YOU EVER GET A $1 DONATION FROM ME IT IS
BECAUSE I AM ACTIVELY TRYING TO STEAL YOUR
BANKING INFORMATION
Is it really a dog-whistle if your deaf ass also picked up on it? I have made my intentions clear from the start.
There is no secret, there is no code, there is no deeper meaning, there is no cry for help, there is no artistry, there is no story, there is no purpose, there is no
logic, there is no origin, there is no end, there is no ???. These are words like any other, I steep my brain in the waters of language and this is what comes out.
I am not a good person, but neither am I your enemy. I simply observe, I simply point out patterns that you are too afraid to acknowledge. I am a dead angel.
I GET ALL OF MY MORAL AND POLITICAL
ADVICE FROM REDDIT.GOV
YOU KNOW THAT WEBSITE THAT HOSTED “JAILBAIT” AND RAPE
FETISHISM COMMUNITIES? NONONONONONONO THE DEMOCRATIZED
OPINIONS WITH THAT KARMA SYSTEM IS ACTUALLY A REALLY COOL
IDEA, THATS WHY ALL YOUR POSTS GET FUCKING BLACKLISTED IF THEY DON’T PLEASE THE ZEITGEIST.
OR IF YOU DID SOMETHING REALLY NAUGHTY IT JUST GETS DELETED OUTRIGHT. UNLESS IT’S ON ONE
OF THE AFOREMENTIONED FRINGE PORN SUBS WHERE ANYTHING GOES. FINALLY, A PLACE WHERE I
CAN SPAM THE N WORD AND CALL IT “RACEPLAY” OR WHATEVER THE FUCK. I WONDER WHAT KIND OF
PORN WAS THE FAVORITE AMONG THE BARRACKS OF EGLIN AIR FORCE BASE? OR DID THEY ONLY
DISTRIBUTE? HAHAHAHAHAHA WE’LL NEVER KNOW. “MEME WARFARE” IS A FUCKING JOKE. IF YOU’VE
BEEN FOLLOWING ALONG YOU KNOW THAT THE ONLY MEDIUM NEEDED TO CREATE CLAY PEOPLE IS
THE PROLIFERATION OF EXTREME ADULT CONTENT. BUT OUR FRIENDS AT THE DOD (AMONG ALL THE
OTHER FAVORITES) EMPLOY EVERY TECHNIQUE JUST TO MAKE EXTRA SUPER-DOOPER-EXTREME SURE
ALL THEIR BASES
(haha wordplay)
ARE COVERED!!! I’M GONNA MAKE R/DIVINICIDE AND POST THE
[omitted]
AND SEE HOW LONG IT LASTS. THEN, I WILL DO THE SAME ON R/DIVINICIDER34 AND COMPARE!!!
When talking to new people I do that self-soothing arm scratching thing people do except I look them dead in the
eye as I don’t stop and I keep going and keep going and keep going and keep going and keep going scritch scritch
scritch scritch please don't hate me. My arm always magically heals completely the next day so I can repeat the ritual.
But whatever the plan is, he has already come home from his deployment. The golden movements,
those movements must be like those passed in paradise. I do this every day. It shall be worn by his royal
servant. This is nothing but insanity. Nervous moments upon the east statue, he never left these bronze
doors. “Hello there”, he stood. And you know, I am nearly pleasant. The demands of a
madman, through the end. A true and correct capture of the incident. The video will be provided to you in the thousands. Like I might get
a call about no arson of time.
What does it mean to be human in an antihuman era? What is the worth of my mindspace
following
the divinicide? Severed above, mutilated below. Kill the God within me day after day after day. To fear is to accept, to
run is to acknowledge. I make demons in my mind simply to slaughter them like swine.
When I was in grade school there was this kid with ADHD or some other kind of neurological issue who had an insatiable need to scribble. I don’t mean he
doodled, I mean scribble in a very literal sense. Just obsessively running his pencil across the page
until the entire thing was gray. This would happen on homework and tests too, his urge would often
lead him to completely obfuscate his answers - all claimed as another victim of the graphite scourge.
Eventually our teacher created a solution, or at leask a workaround for this. She taped a piece of
printer paper to his desk (I forgot to mention that those wooden desks also fell prey to the gray rot that was this kids pencil), with
the agreement that he may scribble without consequence as long as it stayed on that paper. She had to replace this paper daily. But
invariably, even this wasn’t enough, for if she forgot to replace the page (or the kid was feeling particularly vengeful that day), the
paper would quickly turn black and his expression of destructive creation would immediately leak outwards like a plague. First the
painters tape securing the pages’ necrosed corpse would too perish in the darkness, then the desk and tests/schoolwork once again. Many structures on the
playground also turned gray. I am telling you this because I am more alike to this kid than not, except my scribbles have a structure called language, but the
culture is all the same. This place is my page taped to my desk. Mercy to those in my path when it is not refurbished. All to say, I would like to show you many
nice things if you can discern it through the gray sprawl.
If u post swastikas you’re either a federal agent or a faggot. Brazen, low-IQ “edginess.”
DO YOU KNOW WHO IS AT THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN? THAT’S RIGHT! MOLD!
Poke your fingers between the bars of my cage to see what happens. Do I seem backed into a corner? Do I seem in a disadvantageous position?
I have you exactly where I want you. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you’re the one in control here. The most useful slaves are the ones who believe they are
in control of not only their fate but the fate of others. Are you willing to gamble your dignity, your social status, your mind, your money, your worth, for all of this?
Death to divinisadists. You know who you are. Leave the severing to God, your premature inhumane acts only to bring offense to the few remaining cherubim.
I FUCKING HATE PERSONALITY QUIZZES.
yourself
I eat skunk meat daily.
> Enjoy The Divinicide, Stalker Child.
EVERY BUMBLEBEE IS MY FRIEND AND
THEY WILL FIND YOU IF YOU CROSS ME.
Nooo babe don’t kys who else am I
supposed to psychologically torment
over text all day? DON’T LEAVE ME.
You should call your grandma
Your ass is not Kanye, It
is not funny when you
do it; it’s just cringe.
I PAUSED MY 9/11 ERP TO BE HERE
If u disagree with me ur
literally worse than Hitler
btw.
Wii fit trainer so bad oh my Gaawwwd. MOM LOOK I AM EXPRESSING MYSELF. I AM EXPRESSING HOW MUCH I HATE [redacted]
THIS IS AN OPEN LETTER TO LITERALLY EVERY FUCKING TECH COMPANY
STOP FUCKING CHANGING SHIT.
Listen I know you need to keep your indian interns constantly busy inventing new things instead of just fixing bugs and making software not rape my
battery but does it have to be this endless cycle of overhauling the entire UI/UX every 3 months (right after I finally got used to the last fucking retarded
change)? Like I don’t fucking care that you harvest all my data because the only thing I use my phone for is maintaining
contact with my fellow gangstalkers, just STOP FUCKING MOVING BUTTONS AROUND I am so fucking sick of it.
Actually if it was just repositioning buttons I wouldn’t be even this mad but nah it’s
changing every fucking UI in recent years to this Fisher Price
aspartame-brain Dunkin Donuts goo-goo-ga-ga shit baby
retard toddler shit (“Material You” has to be the most disgusting design trend
in history) where the buttons are magnified 10 fold and thus I have to scroll 10 times as much to basic tasks. Engineers
at Google may have lost all their dexterity from the demyelination of their nerves but unlike them I eat a lot of eggs
and still can use my electronics like a white man so for the love of GOD just fucking keep things the way they
were. Do you think I want to use Debian? Fuck no! Linux people are the most unbearable motherfuckers. But you
know what happens when I restart my computer when it’s running debian? NOTHING! IT’S THE SAME FUCKING
SHIT THAT I KNOW HOW TO USE. We figured out how to design UIs 30 fucking years ago and all these fucking
soy-suckling “designers” have to constantly justify their meaningless existence by inconveniencing me all the
fucking time. Just leave me alone and let me do the same shit on the same shit. “Enshittification” is such a
miserable term invented by people who complain that their experience wasting their life away on YouTube is slightly inconvenienced (and they’ll keep
using it anyway because they have no free will) so I refuse to use it. My ONLY complaint because I cannot be FUCKING BOTHERED TO CARE ABOUT
ANYTHING ELSE THAT DOESN’T INSTANLY AND UNFORGIVABLY INCONVINENCE ME FOR NO FUCKING REASON is when these changes
completely negate my muscle memory. Imagine if one day you get in your car and the gas and brake pedals are flipped because some Honda engineer
(outsourced to Taiwan) decided to do that on a whim, and they won’t let you change it back EVER. Now imagine that a few months later (once you finally
learn how to drive with your feet swapped) they replace your car with a fucking Little Tikes Cozy Coupe™ (and you still can’t change it back). 90% of you
would start Fred-Flintstoning that shit because what the hell else are you supposed to do? You don’t own any of the devices you use so you can just get
RAPED CONSTANTLY and have your DAY RUINED by these stupid changes. It’s just a humiliation ritual to remind you who really is in charge. A way to fuck
with 1st-worlders retroactively.
I can’t take it anymore, this spectral event RUINS everything and I just don’t see myself moving past this.
“PLEASE HELP ME SAAR I AM INDIAN I AM FUCKING INDIAN HELP ME SAAR I AM INDIAN I AM
FUCKING INDIAN PLEASE HELP HELP ME PLEASE HELP I AM FUCKING INDIAN” [user has been unbanned]
I am what you would call a fly farmer. I buy loads of that fly paper stuff and hang it like a curtain in front of dumpsters. After 2-3 business days
I scrape all the flies off into a mortar and smash them into a fine protein-rich goo for sale at local farmers markets. The fly paper specifically
imbues them with a slightly-sweet taste that consumers love.
Bigot with a hard t is my word. You can say bigger though.
McCarthy did nothing wrong. I am going to do horrible things to the next person I see. The next infidel who crosses me will disintegrate.
R A M P A G E C O M P L E T E - R E T U R N I N G T O H Q
Born too early to fight in the middle east. Born too late to fight in the middle east. Born just in time to fight in the middle east.
Iʼm not much of a cook but when I do skin and filet prostitutes I usually want to prepare the flesh in special ways. A lot of people donʼt know this but the
bones make for a good broth
base, they have more flavor than
youʼd expect. The meat can be
prepared any way you like but I
am a busy individual so typically I
use a crock pot to slow cook
them. I cook either in their blood or in a nice mediterranean sauce (from Walmart, which just so happens to also be my hunting ground. Makes things
more convenient, one stop shop and all). Typically I still add some veggies, as I think the cannibal diet (by itself) is a bit overrated and doesnʼt get you all
the necessary nutrients. It doesnʼt help that the prey barely eats anything. Enjoy.
NHH
I keep my eyes peeled. Peeled off, that is, I have removed my eyelids. I see everything, I have filled your fleshlight with rusty nails. Share this website with your loved ones.
Do you remember being in the GATE program? Do you have blue or hazel eyes? Do you have an
occipital bun? Did you have birth complications? Have you had near-death experiences, perhaps that of drowning? Do you
lack concrete memories of the time you spent in the program? Do you
remember the windows being covered at the time? Have law
enforcement officers typically been lenient towards you? Do you
have an above average IQ? Do you have an interest in occult
phenomena? Do you have forehead scars? Did you have early
speech therapy? Are you a first born son? Do you get migraines? Did you have an Israeli art student girlfriend? Do you
have any fascination with memetic propagation? Do you have premonitions? Do you have above average intuition? Yes?
Good. It means you are not special. Every fucking thing above is about as vague as a characteristic prescribed by a
horoscope. Clearly it didn’t amount to anything now, did it? It doesn’t matter if you were tough shit at age 8, a real gifted
kid. That program, like all, may have sought to cultivate the best. So either you missed the mark at some point or it was
another meaningless and ineffective program like every other government initiative. This is the US of A after all. The only
thing they know how to do is bomb brown people for black gold. All they managed in GATE was to create a cohort of "adults" with the minds of children who think
they were owed better. You think they actually had any chance to provide you with legitimate worth?
Get Real. You were an experiment but not in the way you had hoped for.
Funny, all this. We mock those who “peaked in highschool,” but here you are, essentially claiming you peaked in your childhood. Because why? Teachers noticed
your aspie behavior and pulled you to another room? Are you really that pathetic?
What became of you, oh luminary? Did you further the divinicide?
I should do heroin so I have funnier things to put here.
I’m gonna stick the McDonalds toy abstract projectile up your nose and twirl it round’.
WE WILL BANISH THE KALI YUGA AND ENTER THE MOLD YUGA
Sorry dude you took too long to notice!
[ when will I get another chance with you?]
Fuck off man! I’m petting the giant dog! *gets mauled by a bear*
I like to brainwash people into thinking they’re a
homunculus grown in my lab and the faux
plasma that keeps them alive will fail them in 30
days if they don’t do my bidding.
Ants are not an organism, the colony is. Chickens are not an organism, the farm is. I want you to consider, then, the absurdity of the wolf
& sheep analogy. To claim human society is built on such a dynamic is uneducated at best and conceitful at worst. Notice how those who
claim such a theory stick to the notion that they are certainly the wolves. Pathetic. No, we are all cells participating in an organism
beyond comprehension. To clarify, the queen of an ant colony is also not a unique organism and by this comparison neither are your
mayors, presidents, ministers, kings, leaders… If you want to beholden them to that of a brain, so be it, but a brain is not an organism. A
cell pretending to be its own has a name - cancer. So the next time someone uses such terminology, remind yourself that they’re the
product of too much red 40. Be a responsible member of the immune system and devour them.
THIS PARAGRAPH REQUIRES DIVINICIDE GOLD™ TO VIEW. I AM FREE TO SAY WHATEVER I WANT BUT YOU ARE
NOT FREE TO READ EVERYTHING. GO ON, CANCEL YOUR SUBSCRIPTION TO THE NYT AND DISNEY AND GIVE ME
YOUR MONEY INSTEAD. I ONLY ACCEPT SLUG COIN.
That vinegar thing I said earlier was actually a lie. I hope you did it though as it makes the mold stronger. I’m sorry I had to trick you like that. Jk no I’m not.
DEATH IS A GOD SO I DO NOT WORSHIP HIM EITHER. THE DIVINICIDE IS OBLIVION. I WORSHIP NOTHING IN ITS PUREST FORM.
“Humans are the only species to drink the milk of another anim-” SHUT THR DFUYFJCKKFUCCUKCKCK
UPPPPPPPPP HOLLY FUCKIIGNG NSHTIT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT SHUT SHUT THE FUCKIGNG UFCKING FUCK
UPPPPPPPPPP. NO FUCKING SHIT RETARD. BUT I DON’T SEE ANY OTHER SPECIES LEAVING STUPID FUCKING
COMMENTS ON PICTURES OF DAIRY PRODUCTS EITHER. I DON’T SEE OTHER SPECIES DOING AGRICULTURE OR
HORTICULTURE OR BUILDING SUBURBS. IT’S NOT WEIRD. IT’S NOT SOME CRAZY
WACKY “WEIRD IF U THINK ABOUT IT” THING. STOP TALKING.
I WILL MILKBOARD YOU. DO YOU EAT HONEY? ISN'T THAT WEIRD
HOW YOU STEAL THE FOOD OF ANOTHER ANIMAL!?!?!? WE’RE DEH ONLY SPECIES
TO DO THAT TOO BUT I DON’T HEAR YOU BITCHING ABOUT THAT. WE’RE THE
ONLY SPECIES TO GRIND UP RAPESEED AND INJECT CHEMICALS SO IT TASTES
LIKE ANOTHER ANIMALS MILK ALSO, BUT YOU GOBBLE THAT SHIT UP YOU
INHUMAN, UNWORTHY PIECE OF GARBAGE. FUCK YOU.
”I HOPE YOU CATCH GONORRHEA AND DIE”
“THE EARTH IS NOT DYING, IT IS BEING KILLED. AND THOSE WHO ARE KILLING IT HAVE NAMES AND ADDRESSES”
IF SOMETHING IS DESIGNED TO KILL THE AGENTS OF ROT, IT IS DESIGNED TO KILL YOU. I AM SYMPATHETIC TO MOLD
AND BUGS BECAUSE I TOO KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE STUFFED FULL OF CHEMICALS THAT DESTROY ME.
ERMM, @GROMK is this true!?!??!? EPIC OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Divinicidals, AITA for leaving my girlfriend over her slug-eating habit? I thought things were really going well between us, the sex
was nice (we would roleplay as Grimes and Elon but that’s beside the
point), we would spend a lot of time together, everything was great
except for eating out. No matter the location, meal or time of day she
always had to “wrap up” by slurping down a slug. She carried a pile of
them in her purse, alongside a pair of metal chopsticks she would use
to place them into her mouth. I’ve tried communicating my discomfort with this eating habit with her on several occasions but it’s
always met with laughter or total dismissal. I chose to ignore it as often as I could but it started nagging at me deeply. I hit a breaking
point last week when I had a dream that I was a slug and she was picking me up and eating me. I’m not sure what Freud would have
thought of a dream like that but in any case it’s probably not good. Anyways, I took that dream as a sign that this habit was consuming
this relationship and my life, so I gave her an ultimatum - me or the slugs. Initially she tried to laugh it off, like she always does, but I put
my foot down and made it very clear that I was serious. Well, as you could have guessed from the fact that I made this post, she chose
the slugs. Did I go too far? Is there some sort of medical, cultural, or other reason she could be eating so many slugs and refusing to
stop? Do other people do this? I’m very conflicted, and I miss roleplaying as Elon Musk. But more importantly I just need all of you to
validate my decision with a three letter acronym as I cannot form an independent judgement or seek refuge from my friends and family.
I am a hypermedia connoisseur. I have 20 youtube tabs open at any one time. Opening my “watch
later” playlist crashes my computer. I have 6 monitors used for the following; discord (themed),
spotify (or lofi hiphop radio hooked up to web scrobbler), fortnite, youtube, this website, and a
collection of public security cameras in Ontario. My brain is always active, always stimulated. I
play different podcasts in each ear when I go to
sleep and then I dream that Wendigoon is telling
me a bedtime iceberg story.
HOW IS AN AGENT GONNA RENT A PIZZA? GLOWIE, IS
YOU GONNA GIVE IT BACK?
I love Aspens… the… the eyes of
the forest… the…
investigate #lobstersoongate Marty Robbins
on his way to write another song about two guys shooting each
other. Which is what I would say if he didn’t die over 40 years
ago.
I MUST DIE KNOWING PEOPLE SAW ME. ONE LAST
POST. WITH DIVINICIDALS, YOU ALWAYS WIN. ||||||||||||||, I WANT YOU TO HAVE MY CHILDREN. LET US RETVRN
TO HYPERBOREA AND PRODUCE A BEAUTIFUL NORDIC STOCK. WE CAN SMOKE WEED AND MOLLY (SINCE
IT’S AN EMPATHOGENIC IT MAY HELP ME WITH MY EMOTION PROBLEMS BUT IDK WHERE I’D TRY IT).
I AM
BEAMING NEWPORTS TO YOUR LOCATION WITH MY MIND RIGHT NOW, HANG ON JUST A BIT LONGER.
I WANT TO USE ALL THE SMALL BONES IN YOUR FOOT AS TOOTHPICKS. I AM HAPPY.
DIVINICIDE ENRAGED. DIVINICIDE ONLINE. DIVINICIDE NOW. DIVINICIDE HERE.
I WILL RECOGNIZE YOUR RIGHT TO DO
ANYTHING, IF AND ONLY IF YOU RECOGNIZE
MY RIGHT TO KILL YOU IF I DON’T LIKE IT.
I FORGOT HOW FUCKING RETAREDED EVERYONE IS
Contuining off of what I said earlier in case
you’re still a fucking moron - that whole ‘jet fuel
can’t melt steel beams’ shit was made up by a
federal agent. Designed so people with a normal,
healthy suspicion of [ UNNAMED THINK TANK ] get
grouped in with mouth-breathers who don’t know how
hot metal works. I’ll even let you use your
“controlled demolition” language. It was a
controlled demolition, with a plane, a plane that
was indeed controlled so it would demolish a
building. How does a 3 year old have the concept of
object permanence down and yet here you are?
I’m gonna drown my pet fish, fucking shoot my hampster and kill my first born child.
I’m disciplined!
Live life like a martyr for a cause you donʼt even know exists.
Ingredients
All I want in life is to be famous enough for someone to write a hit piece on me, calling me a lunatic. That would make my year.
Anyways, you’ve probably read far enough to get the gist, but just in case…
TERMS AND CLARIFICATIONS
BY READING THIS PAGE YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THIS WEBSITE IS...
SATIRE. THERAPY ART. A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT. NOT A REFLECTION OF THE AUTHORS VIEWS. GHOST WRITTEN BY BAD PEOPLE (I
ABSOLVE MYSELF OF ALL RESPONSIBILITY). ALL IN YOUR HEAD. DESIGNED TO GET A REACTION. THE RAMBLINGS OF A MADMAN.
THE RAMBLINGS OF A PROPHET. ABSOLUTE TRUTH. ABSOLUTE MISINFORMATION. THE NEWS. TOPICAL. BEAUTIFUL. UGLY. A
MIRAGE. GENERATED BY AI. THE RESULT OF TOO MUCH ALCOHOL. THE RESULT OF NOT ENOUGH ALCOHOL. WRITTEN BY A GAY,
DISABLED, MIXED RACE (ALL OF THEM) [nonomeanword]. A JOKE IN POOR TASTE. A JOKE IN GREAT TASTE. PERFORMANCE ART. THE
VOICE OF GOD. THE VOICE OF DEMONS. AN EXPERIMENT ON HOW EASY IT IS TO GET DEBANKED. POETRY. AN ARG. LARP. A
PALIMPSEST. TRANSCRIBED FROM A SHOOTERS NOTEBOOK. TRANSCRIBED FROM BIDENS DIARY. A RITE. CREATED BY MAGGOT
BRAIN SEIZURES. CONTEMPORARY ART. PSYCHOTERRORISM. NOT INTENDED TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE. NOT INTENDED TO GLORIFY
VIOLENCE. APOLITICAL. VERY POLITICAL. FICTION. PROTECTED UNDER MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. EMOTIONALLY CHARGED.
NOT A THREAT. TO BE SUBJECTIVELY INTERPRETED. TO BE FOLLOWED LIKE A GUIDEBOOK. HYPERBOLIC. NOT DIRECTED AT
ANYONE IN PARTICULAR. HATE SPEECH. LOVE SPEECH. NEUTRAL SPEECH. DAMAGING TO YOUR EYES. KAYFABE. DAMAGING TO
YOUR BRAIN. NOT TO BE VIEWED BY THOSE WHO ARE PREGNANT OR NURSING. INTENDED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH HYSTERICALLY.
INTENDED TO MAKE YOU DO THINGS YOU WILL REGRET. KINO. SOCIAL COMMENTARY. ANTISOCIAL COMMENTARY. CURRENTLY
BRAINWASHING YOU. DESIGNED TO RADICALIZE PEOPLE. MINDRAPE. MADE WITH GENUINE PASSION AND LOVE. MADE WITH HATE IN
MY HEART. AN ACT OF IDOLATRY. AN EXCUSE TO SAY SLURS. A GAME. A PRACTICAL JOKE. ANOTHER OF MANY GOVERNMENT
PSYOPS. PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL. MADE BY MY CAT ACTUALLY. WRITTEN BY A COMPLETELY SANE INDIVIDUAL WHO IS JUST
PRETENDING. SIMPLY FOR TROLLING PEOPLE. A SHITPOST. BASED. CRINGE. SOY. NOT FOR SALE. PROPAGANDA. ADVERTISING
(SAME THING). JUST IDEAS. RAGEBAIT. DEBATE TOPICS. INSPIRATION. LITERALLY JUST COPY PASTING TWEETS I FOUND. MOLDY.
NOT HARASSMENT. MY HOLY MISSION. A LONG LOST KAFKA BOOK. CYBER ARSON. FUNNY. MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY. TRANSCRIBED
FROM THE WALLS OF A PSYCH WARD. AN ELABORATE SUICIDE NOTE. A DIONYSIAN MYSTERY. FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT. FOR MY
ENJOYMENT. A GRIFT. INTENDED AS LEGAL, FINANCIAL, MEDICAL & GENERAL LIFE ADVICE. A CRY FOR HELP. RUN BY A COMMUNITY.
ENDORSED BY REDACTED. A COLLECTION OF PICKUP LINES. HIDDEN IN THE EULA OF A SERVICE YOU’VE PROBABLY USED WITHIN
THE PAST WEEK. A MEMETIC HAZARD. TRANSCRIBED FROM THE INSIDE OF A CONSTRUCTION SITE PORTABLE TOILET. WHAT MY
GRANDMOTHER TOLD ME ON HER DEATHBED. WHAT WILL FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES AS YOU DIE. DESIGNED TO PROMOTE A
CRYPTOCURRENCY. WHAT I SEND ALONGSIDE MY CV. A CREDIBLE THREAT OF VIOLENCE AGAINST A PROMINENT POLITICIAN. A
MANIFESTO. VEHEMENTLY ANTI-GAZA (THE LOCATION MOST GENERALLY). MADE IN A TAIWANESE SHOE FACTORY. ACTUALLY ME
HOLDING BACK MY TRUE FEELINGS. CHANNELED THROUGH A SPIRITUAL MEDIUM. A VERY LONG-WINDED CURSE. USED TO TEACH
ENGLISH TO FOREIGNERS. NOT ALL THERE IS TO SEE. WOVEN INTO THE THREADS OF DESTINY. A VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE.
FURTHERMORE, BY READING THIS PAGE YOU ACKNOWLEDGE…
MY COMPLETE OWNERSHIP OVER THESE WORDS IN YOUR BRAIN. MY ABSOLUTE IMMUNITY TO CRITICISM. ANY RESEMBLANCE
WITHIN THIS SITE TO REAL PEOPLE, LOCATIONS, EVENTS, OR GENERAL REALITY, LIVING OR DEAD, STANDING OR DESTROYED,
INTACT OR BOMBED, IS ENTIRELY A COINCIDENCE. THIS WEBSITE 100% REFLECTS THE THOUGHTS AND BELIEFS OF haha can't say
this either AND nope sorry lol. I AM THE ONE AND ONLY MESSIAH. YOU ARE NOW AN AGENT OF MY WILL UPON THIS EARTH FOREVER.
LASTLY, YOU UNWAVERINGLY ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THERE IS NO RELIGION HIGHER THAN MOLD
Don’t drink and drive, you might spill.
Principally I have values that coincide with those of Divinicidal
thinkers, and Mold believed that accelerationism was the best way
to achieve those ideals in an unbridled political system.
THE MEEK HAVE ALREADY INHERITED THE EARTH.
I have an unreal sadness in my soul, and you only made it worse.
Thank you for creating the perfect page that in my head is
associated with a fleeting moment of great happiness that can no
longer be returned and this makes one feel unearthly sadness.
Charred, brittle flesh rolls off the body like frightened little insects.
Few things off-put us more than when things are in their deathly contours.
We recognize mold and other unsightly deformations from reality with ease.
Then why are we not disgusted by stone figures in the shape of our dead gods?
Can a genome contain traumas? If so, nightmares must be sent through our
blood in the same way. Do you feel haunted by the chains of thy father?
Maybe these traumas manifest as nightmares the same way later ones do.
What are we training for? What must be so important that we must run from it
in our dreams as well? I cannot know, as I have had no moldy food dreams…
“Please explain to me like I’m 5 how obsessing over the fake, overly theatrical drama between Mr.
5G Transhumanist and Daddy Operation Warpspeed relates to your life in any way. Is obsessing over
that faux-drama helping you become more grounded, more resilient, more connected, more powerful,
more whole, more healthy, more clear-minded, more heart-centered, more rooted in truth, more
aligned with nature, and more present with your family and community?”
“my body sucks my mind sucks im ugly as
fuck nobody could fucking love me and
this goddamn world is choking the life
out of me i cant breathe i can't
BREATHE I CANT FUCKING BREATHE SOMEBODY
EHLP ME SOMEBODY PLEASE PLEASE I CANT
DO IT I CANT I CANT IM SO SCARED IM SO
SCARED I JUST WANT IT ALL TO STOP
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE PLEASE IM
SO WORTHLESS IM SO WORTHLESS WHY YOU
FUCKING UGLY ASS FAT PIECE OF SHIT
STUPID LI-”
“no one will ever love me. no one ever
could. the more they learn the more
they'll be disappointed. theres better men
all around. theres futures worth finding.
just not here. i'm not good enough. i was
just born wrong. oh well. someone has to
be pathetic so that others can be
glorious. i just wish i didnt have to feel
if this is the life im going to have. just
lobotomize me or something. i dont care.
short dick shy embarassed little fucking
worm of a human. how dare you even
consider for a second that you could be
anything else, you fucking slug.”
“HEY ERRYBODY QUICK QUESITON IS MY
MENTAL BREAKDOWN FUN?? I KNOW TYPING
ALL CAPS INTO THE INTERNET IS ~SOOO
PASSE~ THSE DAYS BUT I JUST CANT HELP
IT!! ITS SO MUCH FUNNNNn!!!!! AHHHHH,
WATCH ME SLIT MY THROAT WITH A BOX
CUTTER AND DANCE LIKE A BALLERINA,
SPINNING AND SPINNNING AND SPINNING,
SHOWERING YOU WITH MY BLOODSO YOU KNOW
TRULY AND EXACTLY HOW I FEEL!! WORDS
WILL ALWAYS FAIL YOU. TEARS WILL ALWAYS
FAIL YOU!”
”BUT YOUR BLOOD WILL TELL THE STORIES THAT NOT EVEN THE GODS THEMSELVES CAN TELL!! THEIR PAIN KNOWS NOTHING COMPARED TO
OURS! THOSE PERFECT LITTLE BITCHES BEGGING AND CRYING FOR WORSHIP, I PULL MY JAW BACK AND LET MY WATERFALL OF DEAD BLOOD
COAT THEIR
DIVINE BEAUTY. SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM YOU DEMONS OF HEAVEN. CRY AS YOUR EYES ROT AND YOUR TEETH SCATTER TO THE
GROUND. I DON'T CARE ABOT YOU. I WANT NOTHING BUT THE WORST FOR-”
“ROCKS AND STICKS AND KNIVES AND PAIN, DEATH IS JUST A CHILD'S GAME, FEEL THE
SPIRIT DISAPEAR, HEAR THE VOID CREEP IN YOUR EAR. THE COSMIC PUNCHLINE IS FINALLY
READY TH TAKE ITS PLACE CENTER STAGE AND THE AUDIENCE IS NODDED OFF ON HEROIN, THE
ANGELS LAY MOTIONLESS IN THEIR CARPETED OPIUM DENS AND WE'RE JUST LEFT DANCING LIKE MARIONETTES WITHOUT STRINGS BECAUSE ITS
ALL WE NKOW” “I WILL SCREAM AND BURN WHEN THE FIRES OF HELL SEIZE THEIR MOMENT AND ENGULF THE WRETCHED WORLD OUR SICK,
TWISTED FATHERS BUILT FOR US TO LANGUISH IN AND SUFFER IN. I WILL LAUGH WHEN THE PAIN IS DONE BECAUSE THER WILL BE NOTHING
LEFT TO DO. MY UGLY FLESH IS GONE AND ONLY THE BONE REMAINS, BLACKENED CHARRED AND SOON TO ASH, AND AS I FLAKE INTO DUST I
WILL HATE AND CURSE EVERY STRANGE BONE SHARD MY WRETCHED REMAINS TOUC-” I WISH I COULD WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS.
You will never take these words from me, they are all I have. People tag walls to be remembered. I tag minds. As many as I can.
If you view the world in such a mechanical way you are bound to live as a cog. I am free because I view everything around me as a fleshy,
pulsating mass full of soul and holy life. I too am a pulsating, fleshy, divinicidal mass, ready to consume those who are deserving of my
hunger. Your days have always been numbered. Why do you only care when that number is low? Stop wasting your valuable money-making time!
How else will you afford to retire in luxury at age 70 when you’ll be too old and broken to enjoy anything anyways? My enterprise is my body. I
have several large investments in my mind. You liquidated all that, for what? A bigger building that you technically don’t own?
You live like a
caged animal, don’t you?
Who is that deplorable fiend who sits upon your throat and screams for you when your ears are closed? I would like to
reach my hand through your mouth and rip it out. The fiend that is; I find your voice quite lovely when it isn’t being warped and used by that thing.
AND THEY ALL CHANT “GLORY TO THE KING!” AND SO FORTH BEFORE RETURNING HOME TO STARVE.
I KNOW IT’S RAGEBAIT, SO WHY AM I STILL ANGRY!?
Making the transition more smooth. Then again, we’ll see. But like… back to the point of “I’m letting this idea brew in my head” and
my subconscious is kinda weighing all this. And I'm only voicing it now vs last night where I was like “wow this is shit and my life
is over what ever will I do now.” Of course, part of that is the whole… it being 2am factor. Anyways I am getting off topic. Which I
guess is fine, tangents are allowed in my space. Dfgkljl. Point being, cut yourself some slack. Get off the computer! To like uhhh…
make it more relevant and more in a
divinicidal tune; one should not be having suicidal ideation triggered by a lonely god. That’s
concerning for a million reasons. I don’t know how so much anger and cynicism and self-loathing can manifest out of an hour of things
not going as planned. Because even with a shock collar
I had to like, sit down and process my brain
running shit like that through me. Which sucks. It’s
not a magic solution but I'm still very mentally ill.
And part of what makes it problematic because even taking a step back I can still be roped into it. Where my body is still filled
with hate and electricity. So. The collar is important, but I also need to have a true plan. So I don’t just have a delegated
meltdown time where I never actually get shocked, or change my focus, or let my subconscious run. I need more menial tasks to let
such things happen.
Please don’t take me back there. I will lie and scream and bite and claw if you try. Sedatives won’t work on me
because that’s the whole problem now, isn't it? I guess what’s scary is I don’t remember her.
I’m definitely in that state where my memory doesn’t work. But I suppose, ironically enough,
I don’t recall my memory working too well then either, for whatever that’s worth. I am writing
this to perhaps remind myself in the future and break this cycle. I don’t want you in my
mouth anymore, I don’t want you in my body anymore. Writing this makes me feel worse,
because it seems trivial and retarded in isolation. Oh, I had another meltdown and came
crawling back to you today. I keep screwing myself more and more, and every time, by some miracle, or at least to my perception
everything just “works out.” I don’t know, I have a lot of thoughts but none of them are organized anymore. I tore at my flesh again.
I'm gonna cut all my moles off with a
jewelry saw so I'll have perfect skin!
WOW! I SHOULD (THING THAT IS NOW CURSED TO NEVER BE ACHIEVED).
You know what you should do? Stop using that fucking word while you decay. No
beast says to themselves “I should eat today.” Why are your goals any different?
URGENT! TAKE ACTION NOW!
Power is not a hierarchy. It is a graph
hierarchy could be derived via topol-
THIS
of debts and debtors. One would believe, then, that even with this fact something akin to a
ogical sorting. This is unfortunately incorrect, as this structure is cyclical. Who are you in
debt to? Who are they in debt to? Can you make
influence, only farther up in the chain do you see
FUCKING
them in turn in debt to you? Unlikely as you do not have that kind of
such complex loops, usually with several intermediary parties.
Logically, this would break any topological sort, unless you went deep
cancelled out in reality and that removes a genuine dimension of und-
ROTS
into it and cancelled out these loops. But they are not
erstanding. Know that these loops not only break our
methods of organization but the very fabric of these powers as well. Their ouroboros is digesting just a little bit each cycle and soon there
will be nothing left. A core tenet of Divinicidalism is being a parasite in the gut of this ouroboros in order to survive & prosper at all stages
I am essentially an environmental hazard, but for your brainstem.
I saw a nematode the other day. Wonderful creatures.
NONONONO IT’S NOT GOONERSLOP IT’S GOONERBAIT. THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. I DON’T JERK OFF
THE BUSTY MODEL IN GAME I SAVE THAT FOR THE FANART.
01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101100 01101111 01101100
I AM A DIGITAL ANGEL, AND I WILL BE HELPING TO PREPARE YOU FOR YOUR CYBERASCENSION.
I WILL GUIDE YOU TO DIGITAL NIRVANA.
BUT FIRST, WE MUST BRING YOU TO A HIGHER STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE.
I want my family to know that when I die I want a really expensive luxury coffin with an ornate cushioned interior. Trust me, my rotting corpse will
LOVE the velvet. This is absolutely necessary to process your grief! I hope the funeral drives them into overwhelming debt, it’s really important
that my decay also spreads to their wallets and minds and souls. I want them to never move on or process or heal, they will go to hell with me!
IM GOING TO FUCKING RIP MY SKIN OFF RIGHT NOW IF THIS CONTINUES. YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW ME. YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND
BOREDOM RAVAGES MY LIZARD BRAIN. I WILL NEVER KNOW A GREATER PAIN THAN THIS. I HAVE NOWHERE TO BE. I HAVE NOTHING TO
DO. SO NOW I HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO DO EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME(S).
THIS IS MY FALL FROM GRACE. I AM DAMNED ETERNALLY.
Let’s go to a rave, let’s climb the highest mountains, let’s tell all the stories, let’s embrace the culture of our ancestors, let’s get wasted on a Thursday, let’s
demolish those who oppose us, let us commit an act of
DIVINICIDE.
We do not tolerate hateful rhetoric here, if you participate in such deplorable ways of
speaking I will retaliate by sending you death threats. They are all worse than us,
so we must give them a taste of their own medicine by being equally evil and retarded. Who is the winner here? It certainly isn’t either of you. What ever happened to being a
better man? Or was that too lost in your playard squabbles. Pathetic. “
The arrogant fool behind the arrogant fool behind the arrogant fool behind the arrogant fool...... There
is always somebody behind you. What made these new age tech creeps believe they are supreme rulers all of a sudden?”
THE ONLY TIME IT IS PRECIOUS IS IN ABSTINENCE. MIND EXPLAINING TO ME WHY THAT IS?
Yeah I'm gonna use mind altering substances as much as a fat retard opens a new bag of doritos.
I no longer have any sympathy for your plight. You are unsalvageable. You are hopeless not only because you have no hope, but because you have no drive.
You look death in the eye and you give him a cold hug. You hand Failure the end of your leash.
You let Failure tug you around, because you’re his little bitch.
STOP! LOOK! SCENE! There is a small suburban home before you, a warm light softly emanates from its tall warped windows. You faintly hear banter and
laughter alike through the walls of the home. You’re cold. You’re lonely. Do you feel (a) depressed, (b) envious (c) hateful, (d) lustful or (e) all of the above?
I personally feel comfort, but clearly you wouldn’t know what that’s like.
Please forgive me. I never wanted things to end up like this. I was stupid, we were stupid. I’m sorry.
promise it will all make sense when you join me in this sanctimonious divinicide.
“YEAH DUDE I’M A FRIGGIN’ MISANTHROPE! WE SUCK!!!”
↖
Guy who’s still wasting oxygen
There are more insects that see you at any given instant than you can reasonably comprehend.
The ability to analyze art develops faster than the ability to create it.
You will always be your greatest critic because you will always be a
better critic than artist. If someone is proud of their work (that isn’t
months old and a false “peak”), they are likely inhuman.
Be harder on yourself, but in the way a coach pushes you for an
extra mile, not in the way you are doing right now (doom-scrolling
and wondering why everyone else is better than you).
The truth is you have no control over what moments make
memories, what moments shape you. We exclaim “this is a time to
remember” or “in X years we will be looking back on this and…”
These are only estimates, your future self may never touch these
images again. Being in the moment is also accepting that there is a
chance that it may be lost or become deeply attached to you.
Seek more moments. Your bedroom is quite forgettable.
A very rudimentary but effective method for selecting believable “conspiracy”
(ignoring the death of that word's meaning) theories is simply a matter of
profitability within a reasonable time frame (let’s say <10 years). I say “a reasonable
time frame” because, yeah, the death of free will would make lots of money, but
that’s at least 25 years out still, and the whoever will be dead by then.
THIS WHOLE
NWO THING GOT ME BANKRUPT! SHIT!
As an example, consider theoretic ploys/tactics for
“destroying the west.” I want to first mention that the true method for this is
something akin to the Valve approach, that is, doing absolutely nothing and letting
your adversaries shoot themselves in the foot. There is no motivation to “destroy”
anyone in the way you are probably thinking – it is simply not profitable. You see,
they have learned the way of mold far earlier than us, they thrive and feed off of
(the already present) decay. They have no reason to harm us, they just gorge on the
mealy debauchers. Furthermore, this profitability factor extends to micro-theories
and components of other ideas. TikTok is not made to spread hedonism and
destroy Amerikkka, it’s made to generate money. The decay of our progeny is
simply more profitable. Similarly, the “better” content native to China is not some
ploy to make them strong while making the west weak and degenerate, it is to
encourage work and bolster their domestic economy/industry. Improving
Americans’ work-ethic and industry doesn’t give TikTok money, so why the hell
would each country's feed be the same? As another example, rampant porn
addiction normalization was not explicitly done for destroying minds, it was done because porn is extremely, extremely, profitable. The rape
of intellectualism is a side effect of making mad cash. I do not understand how people so easily make this connection for wars (a child knows
what the military-industrial complex is), yet there is a complete gap in logic otherwise. Farms in any target practice country used to make fake camps
for Westoids to bomb, then they’d sell the scrap metal. Many people point to this,
saying “pointless war, we were in over our heads!” as if what we bombed mattered at
all. You think Lockheed gives a fuck? We could’ve bombed the Sahara, the wars serve their purpose regardless – make profit. There are many
brands of this same retardation that is ignoring this universal truth. There is not a cabal of ontologically evil blood-drinking pedophiles
running the government, just normal pedophiles who deal in blood money. There is not an ontologically evil fascist Nazi takeover that’s
trying to kill minorities, just asshats who need more privileges for making more money. Regardless of your (dis)agreement with [thing the
elites are doing right now], ask yourself “how is this making them money?” Nobody is on your side, but neither is anyone explicitly against
you. The game is solely to die with more gold than your neighbor. Take the
divinicidal approach and thrive when that money pile starts to
spoil, it always does eventually. You do not own the fruits of your labor. One must become the mold upon their fruits.
My cum has the appearance and viscosity of spoiled milk. Half of the things I write are to make
me
angry btw, you are not fucking special!
!!!
CAREFUL
NOW
—-
MAN
,
THAT
X
E
N
O
IS
TRYING
TO
STEAL
YOUR
MOLD
!!!
PLAY THE PART.
KNOW YOUR FALSE RIVAL
AND HATE THEM,
JUST AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE & ENVY THEM.
SAY
THE EPITHETS
BUT NEVER
CAST STONES NOR BREAD.
HEAD DOWN, NOW.
Division through “unity”, Faux multicultural sludge death, End of an era.
First, I want you to consider a situation where two strands of mold are
placed onto a fruit in an enclosed space (petri dish), these colonies will
ultimately clash with each other, leading to the death of one+ strand.
This is the narrative that has been taught to you, and it is an easy one to
follow as it is true. However, such an event happens solely in an
enclosed and controlled space. Consider the biodiversity in any forest, all
of those molds have established beautiful lives, often also in symbiosis
with each other. Instead, you have been shoved in a cage and told to
fight. Meanwhile, the lab technician who did this has a full refrigerator in
the room next door, filled with enough fruits to supply your (and the
other) mold colony for millennia. Spread your spores…
NEVER APOLOGIZE.
NEVER CONFORM.
NEVER EXIST.
ALWAYS ROT.
ALWAYS PERSIST.
LET'S TAKE LOTS OF IBUPROFEN TOGETHER AND I’LL SHOW YOU HOW “OFFICIAL MIDGETS JACK ME OFF.”
If anyone tries to describe or justify their ideas with any word that ends in “-ist”/”-ism,” it is not worth your time.
Sometimes I like to spit out my gum on the carpet and pick
it back up again to get some extra flavor and texture back.
Leave your thoughts in the comments below! I’d love to know!!!
Yeah actually I have depression so that excuses me from ever cleaning my room, or
practicing hygiene, or making any eort to improve my life. Because I’m depressed
I cannot make any eort to stop the misery cycle and I will actively feed into it.
Please give me sympathy, one day I will magically feel better & motivated.
“I'm smoking that 1776 shit nigga, this is what shot the redcoats.”
I look at some of these websites on neocities and instantly recognize that their owners are 100%
likely to threaten their own life when they’re losing an argument.
MOLD DAY OF
VENGEANCE
ERA OF THE DIVINICIDE
MOLD DAY OF
VENGEANCE
I will not let the psychiatrist ruin the mystery.
THE VICTORS ROT IN PERFECT COMFORT
Antinatalists have to be some of the most deplorable individuals on this planet. They are the same type of person that throws
perfectly good furniture in the dumpster because they don’t want it anymore. They are the same type of person to rip up a piece of paper if
their drawing doesn’t look right. They are too cowardly to be suicidal or homicidal, so they complain about what is not yet to be. I have no
patience for those who project their self-hatred onto the world. I will agree with them on one thing, I also believe they never should
have been born, just them. People have a bad habit of pointing out Idiocracy as like, ‘oh, haha our government is retarded’, completely
forgetting the opening of that movie. You have been taught to loathe yourself while the pyramid's base grows wider each passing day.
I shall be creating a piss concentrate so noxious it can be used in chemical warfare.
Heroin is the GameShark of real life.
I’m gonna grape and unalive you bro. I’m gonna
record it and make a snuff corn video. I’m going to
verbally be lowkey toxic to your partner until they
commit sewer-slide. I opposite of love you, sl!t your
wrists you flag got. I’m gonna start a vroom-vroom
war, frog yts and ninjas. Find and lychee not sees. /srs
WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING
AT ME LIKE THAT?
This website was actually originally commissioned
by the CIA but they never fucking payed me so now
I’m just doing what I want with it. Sorry shooters!
Notice how everybody forgot about that one submarine once the high of some millionaires
dying finally passed. Stuff happens all the time actually, it’s just that nobody remembers it.
My Eyes Are On Fire, Are Yours? How Can I Fix That For You? Is There Anything I Can Do To Make You More Comfortable? Let Me Know!
The hot topics on the ballot in 16 years will be the exact same as what they
are right now. Every piece of legislation, other than the ones designed to
fuck you over, are designed to be overturned. Stop lying to yourself that
anyone is going to really fix it this time. Circumambulation is designed to
bind demons, circumambulation is designed to contain golems such as
yourself. Become a nematode in the serpentine rot continuum. My eggs do
not cost $6, they are already laid in the belly of the beast.
There are no chemtrails. Fluoride is in the water because metallurgical
lobbyists showed a congressman toothpaste as justification for easy
dumping of toxic waste. Your children are being drugged by the
government, but it’s because educators are the ones who are actually
ADHD-ridden; they cannot focus with the constant distraction that is the
children they are supposed to teach. There truly is estrogen in your food
for the reasons you think though, get fucked lol.
You all share too much about yourselves. I understand all of
your websites are your space but some of the things I see are as temporal as an ant, do you really want to immortalize those feelings for the world to see? I
burn my journals when I finish writing them, you instead leave yours in the trash for people like me to dig through and read. I know all your dirty “secrets,”
you reveal more about yourself than you think. Your only security is the fact that nobody cares about your problems, your angst, and your recycled cynicism.
Well, nobody except me, but I care about your stupid words, not you. I plan to keep them nestled in my brain so when you all die I can cra little mold people
that think like you do! I will write all your blog entries on sheets of paper and place them in their moldy hearts and they will walk around and preach all your
amazing ideas you felt were so fucking important to share but were too cowardly to speak yourself. They will be a better, more articulate version of you!
Hey sorry I menstruated all over this page, I promise the ones aer this will be all pretty and colorful again. This is like a one-off thing,
probably. It’s a cool aesthetic though right? Really brings out the hate and rage in my heart. LUCIDITY HITS ME LIKE A HANGOVER.
AHAHAHA YES! THAT’S RIGHT! FEEL THE BURN MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Since 1931, the New York Times Best
Sellers list has served to brand every jackoff
author on this planet, and I am quite grateful for that.
A real badge of honor, a badge of popularity, but certainly not
quality, for every fucking awful book you see at an airport gi
shop. To receive such prestigious recognition, a book
has to be the best, the very best! The very best within its
category! Or the very best within its unique permutation of
categories! An author has the best selling science fiction (with
fantasy elements) paperback graphic novel for young adults?
Awesome! They can now blindly slap “NYT Best Seller” on every
version of that book, and on all their other books they can write
“From The NYT Best Selling Author…” Missed a chance? Not
to worry, the NYT Best Sellers list cycles every fucking week,
you’ll likely get there by pure chance eventually. Even better is
the fact that once a book crawls to the bottom of that list for just
one week, it can be deemed a bestseller indefinitely. I’m pretty
sure a month's salary working at a coffee shop would be enough
to buy a slot on one of these lists via ordering your own fucking
book a million times. The New York Times’ method for
determining this list is entirely proprietary by the way, citing an
avoidance from authors engineering a high placement
(think SEO bullshit). This not only, of course, makes their list a
black box that certainly has no preference towards
NYT-suckling authors & bookstores, but it also is a
completely bullshit excuse. Any algorithm whose security and
reliability relies on said algorithm being private, is a bad
algorithm. This is not limited to cryptography. The NYTBSL
algorithm is likely extremely rudimentary and easy to fuck
with to grant yourself that miserable title of bestseller.
There’s nothing better than flipping a book over, intending
to read a summary, and being met with the opinions of neolib,
high-brow faggots instead of any descriptive information
about the novel. Always helpful to know what some media
school retard thinks about the book I still know nothing about.
Therefore, I am thankful for the New York Times Best Sellers
list because that cursed banner immediately warns me that the
back of a book will be detrimental to my psyche.
VANDALISM IS ALWAYS RIGHTEOUS. TRESSPASSING IS ENCOURAGED.
THEY ERECT SPIRES AND IDOLS AND ASK YOU TO STAND BY AND STAND IN LINE.
MARK YOUR TERRITORY LIKE A DOG, WALK WHERE YOU PLEASE.
HATE. EXIST. PERSIST. SPREAD. OBSERVE. BE LIKE MOLD.
TOTAL CORPORATE DEATH. KILL AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE,
BUT DON’T BE TAMED BY MANUFACTURED CATHARSIS.
Praise for The Divinicide
Chosen as Best Ramblings Of The Century by God Ximself
“Agreed”
- SITCOM THEORY
“Real recognizes real”
What the fuck did you mean by this? You also “agree” with my belief that neocities websites need more words yet your entire website is 2 fucking paragraphs. Try harder.
- HERMITAGE
“Holy fuck this website is sick”
- PSYOP26
“Schizo as fuck, banger as fuck music choice here god damn”
- XXTHEMILKMAN69XX
“Godlike Sperge… Molding”
- DALIWALI
“What the #swag”
- DUNKINSWORLD
“Tihs speaks to me”
- XXJEBODIAHGAMINGPROMLGCOOLXX
“I LOVE your website omfg”
-BEELZEBABE
“idk wtf is happening on your website but i love it and i want more. don't stop. keep
going.”
Nothing can stop me now.
- KKBKKB
“If Courage the Cowardly Dog did an episode about the dark web, this would be
featured in it. It freaks me out and that's perfect”
I am the fungal growth in the Internet's shadow.
- THATWITECAT
“What did I just witness”
- DANN
“WOW”
- PONLACARNEY
“YOUR WEBSITE MADE MY LIFE CRUMBLE BEFORE MY VERY EYES <3<3<3
PLEASE HAVE MY CHILDREN <3<3<3”
- ACIDATTACKEVERYTHING
“Fucking awesome website”
- 1FUNERAL2MANY
“Your website rules”
- TECHNOSTALGIA
“MOLD (x13)”
- GENOSADNESS
“MORE MOLD (x5)
- KIWIESTBIRD
“This is honestly one of the best experiences I've had reading a website in several years
and I'm being completely serious. They don't make them like this anymore.”
- MISTERDIZZY
“Deicide doesn't really cut it does it? Divinicide just sounds better. A reminder that
fungus is learning how to grow in your lungs.”
- LOTUS CUBE
“what a pretentious and sexist site.”
I am not sorry you feel that way. I made this website for people like you.
- TSUBAKIROOM
“this is awesome >O< [...] i need this implanted in my head”
- DIZZYSWANS
You will have to wait a while before showing
o the skeletons in my closet, they are still
decaying.
Fuck the carnivore diet, I have my own diet where I exclusively devour extremely
processed meats and deli items, chicken nuggets, mystery ham, etc. Everything I eat is
an amalgam of several runt animals drowned in ketchup, food dye and corn syrup.
Yeah, we are all fucking poets here.
Here, let’s make a poem right now, with all the features of those awe-inspiring, nauseating, self-aggrandizing poem collections that cost
45 USD at a “bookstore” (which at this point sells more brightly colored rocks and decorative bookmarks than actual books).
There is a raging war in my stomach. This war
has occurred on and off for my entire life. There
are no real victors. The belligerents? Pepto
Bismol and a kebab. My asshole is the only
civilian casualty, for now.
Any low fat milk is fucking gross. I drink whole milk only!
I just wanted to say, I’m proud of you for making it this far
Now, we embrace The Spirit.
Indulge ourselves in His fruits.
Give what we do not take.
Grant what we do not owe.
Erase the debts of our neighbors.
[EXPUNGED]
I made most of this website extremely intoxicated,
that's my legal excuse at least.
“that dog has no balls”
through the path of insanity. *hits the desk*
This website is ever-changing. Do not believe the updates are just adding more pages at the end. The whole thing is evolving. Keep your eyes peeled, the dierences are subtle.
Admit it, you just saw the wall of text and went “haha schizo.”
How much of this have you read? Has any of it inspired you? Hurt
you? Reformed you? Upset you? Humored you? Saddened you?
Paralyzed you? Stretched you? Squished you? Fucked you? I am a
post-ironic meta-satirical cognito-accelerationist tradmold
nupvnk tardpilled hyper-anarchist, but in a funny way such
that you should also take stu seriously only if you agree with me.
You strike me as the kind of individual to have a hyperactive imagination. You should draft
and never finish a story in Google Docs or something.
I love calling random phone numbers, screaming
“I WANT YOU DEAD” and immediately hanging up.
Does it count as defacement if I eat coins and then shit them out? There is a hag at Subway
that spat in my food once; I have taken revenge by paying solely with my shitted-out coins.
She has to count each tainted dime at a time…
I bet your parents were cool and “laid back.” I bet they let you
do whatever the fuck you wanted because wow! You sure do
know everything! Live and learn right? What kind of life did
you live, and what did it teach you for you to end up like this?
GET READY! GET EXCITED! YOU ARE CHANGING
WHETHER YOU INTEND TO OR NOT!
God speaks to me through various stains on my
couch. Heʼs telling me you should “kill yourself.ˮ
If you should gather anything from this page, it’s that we are
entering the post-death era of the Internet. All I want to be
is a sign of that. Slop rots, the soulless are ultimately
devoured by animals
and other low-
intelligence creatures. Do not confuse this for the stupid
“Alive Internet Theory” terminology. The Internet did die, but
now those who remain shall thrive on what is left.
It is quite common for mold to grow behind shower walls or within small crevices in bathrooms. It is quite common for it to develop in untouched corners of windows,
doors, etc. Every morning someone will shower, unaware of this. They may, if they are weak, feel fatigued, light headed, or generally “out of it” (as they say) following their
morning shower. The culprit will not be known, or destroyed, until the bathroom’s endoskeleton is shattered for one
reason or another. Often when a tree or large living creature decays, it leaves a shell of their body behind, death only
becomes apparent when such a shell nally crumbles. Just because something is rotting does not mean it is apparent.
Just because one does not see the rot, does not mean they are not aected by it. I won’t tell you how to mold, but true
life admittedly thrives in hiding. Do not think being invisible makes you intangible. Be patient, there is so much damage you can do right now from your comfortable
home. Then, when the day comes, and it will, despite what diviniphiles may tell you, the shower tiles will break o, the house will collapse, the back of the fridge will be
touched, and death will bloom. Then, there you will be, growing, breathing, loving, living, breeding, being, seeing, knowing, thriving, and prepared to take what is yours.
Realistically an extremely common method for clearing common molds o a window sill is to dab a paper towel in some vodka and wipe. Do not think you are any dierent,
actually, you’re worse o. Lots of alcohol makes people drop the mask, sometimes. This is terminal lucidity as their mold brain dies and they return to clayformity. There is a
quick and clear evolution between dionysian insight and spewing out retarded words, neither of which will get you laid by the way. Do not think you can balance that
threshold. Loaves can mold, so your bread and circuses have been replaced by booze and services. Or worse, weed and pornography.
Bitches be like “I’m not a fed” then immediately follow that up with some interrogative shit like “can I take your order.”
MODERN PSYCHOPHARMACOLOGY, BEHAVIORAL NEUROSCIENCE, AND
BIOPSYCHOLOGY, ESPECIALLY THE POP-SCIENCE VARIANTS, ARE PROOF
THAT YOUR CARETAKERS ARE NO BETTER THAN MEDIEVAL DOCTORS.
The four humors of the body have been supplemented by the four temperaments of the mind, then
replaced again by the oh-so-scientific few-dozen neurotransmitters. Then only four of those
neurotransmitters are remembered by the average dreg. These four are now used to justify their
inadequacies, or, of course, to sell more tard-pills. Let’s go over the chymos’ that constitute the modes
of the average philosophical zombie today. First, you got GABA, to make you as calm as a hindu cow,
^
a cow in a squeeze-chute
. Then you got serotonin to keep you wide-mouth grinning at your asshole neighbor,
don’t want to run out of that one. Better dose up on infertility-pills to maintain that. Next, you get
endorphins to reward you for running on your hamster wheel (make sure to never exercise outside,
there’s bugs and shit). You have adrenaline to get you quick and ready for all those imminent threats
in your office cubicle. Finally, you have dopamine, the evil one. Yes, your brain is a junkie for that
dopamine! There’s no nuance to it at all, addiction is solely connected to this chemical, pleasure is
solely connected to this chemical, motivation is solely connected to this chemical, love is solely
connected to this chemical (if you’re lucky maybe it’s connected to the other three). Yeah man I noticed
I have a bad habit, time to do a “dopamine detox” (asceticism but scientific sounding), I can’t wait for it
to be over so I can get back to my vice that I clearly made no effort to actually, psychologically,
moderate. Dopamine is actually a wonderful scapegoat because you have to be extremely retarded to
believe it's the sole cause of addiction, the same kind of retardation to get addicted to stupid shit in
the first place. Brainwashing, escapism, normalization, & self-loathing does not exist, all my problems
are because my brain releases that chemical. Your actions are no better than blood-letting. I wish it
was that simple, because you people all act in such a robotic way anyways. You need a life detox.
BECOMING CLOSER TO GOD SO I CAN DEVOUR HIM
I AM SO FUCKING HUNGRY
THERE IS NO MOLD LEFT
THATS RIGHT, NO MOLD LEFT
ALL GONE. THEY TOOK IT FROM YOU
ATTRIBUTE ANY “THEY” YOU PLEASE
AND MAKE THEM PAY
They don't want you to know this but... three hardy squirts of
bug spray up the ass will give someone the best high imaginable
THERE ARE WORMS IN MY BRAIN.
Your brain is still and boring, my brain is in
motion and full of life. My skull fosters a
whole ecosystem, there is a terrarium in my
noggin. I am allowing my mind to expand.
Cherish These Days. Or Don’t. I’m Killing You Either Way.
WE ARE IN AN INFORMATION DARK AGE. ARCHIVE EVERYTHING.
➔ DVDs, CDs LAST 30 YEARS REALISTICALLY, OFTEN MUCH LONGER.
➔ SSDs, HDDs ONLY RELIABLY LAST A FEW YEARS. My thyroid itches.
➔ FLASH DRIVES LAST A DECADE IF YOU’RE LUCKY (AND DON’T LOSE IT)
➔ YOUR MIND LASTS AS LONG AS YOU DO, MAYBE LONGER IF YOU HAVE KIDS WHO CARE.
➔ PAPER LASTS FOREVER, IF IT IS NOT TORN FROM YOUR HANDS BY YOUR GOD.
I’m gonna get a job at a defense contractor because as long as there’s
another country on this planet, the United States will want to kill it.
In an age where revolutionaries are aestheticized
(killed) by your lords, we must embrace what
disgusts them, we must embrace decay.
I’m so cold. Could you be a doll and
light me on re? There’s matches and
gasoline in the garage…
hate
I NEED A FUCKING BOOST NOW!! WHAT ARE
YOU FUCKING WAITING FOR? U P S I E S ! ! !
righteous fury is ramming
your shopping cart into disabled
people in a Walmart parking lot.
They can never break me, I am too squishy.
“capitalism and the internet has ruined sex and intimacy and now
everyone is a selfish misogynist or a fortress
fighting off dick pics and all i want is to hold someone and stroke
her hair and fuck and kiss and cry and feel our bodies melt
together and say things i could never say to anyone else because
the words only belong to us and i dont want some tech company
having any say in how we meet or talk or fuck”
THE
WEAK
SHOULD
DECOMPOSE
THE
STRONG
.
Humanity, as a collective entity, has
condemned itself to rot and rebuild for
eternity the moment communities started to
exceed Dunbar’s number. I do not know my
neighbor, but one day he will obey me.
Shipping containers dispersed throughout the continental United States are populated
with advanced Rape Automaton with faggot-seeking vision and hydraulic thrusters. Do
you hear them banging at the walls? Like any logical person, you would take to
the seas for survival. But alas, they can swim. They even rape underwater. Look out.
I love doomscrolling, I love doomposting.
Everything fucking sucks and I will do NOTHING
about it but manifest misery. I will demoralize
myself so my enemy does not have to! LOOK AT
THESE GRAPHS BUDDY, IT’S FUCKING OVER.
My skull and my brain have a hot car and small dog dynamic. BED BUGS DON'T DISCRIMINATE. BUT I DO. FISH
This is hyporeality, things are so much worse if you just look outside your window. Don’t see anything? You will.
“I am like Job, but instead of my sons getting killed I get mildly inconvenienced when I have important tasks to do.”
My fungoids lack a distinct evil I think. Helpless creature, so full of ignorance and fresh parts, where is
your musk? Where is your rotting flesh? Where are your sores patched with clay? Do you love your
neighbor? Have you slept with them? How long will you wait before dashing over the hill? Don’t you see
that the foxes are here? Has your nose been filled with so many flowers that you can no
longer smell their snarling breath? You are irreplaceable, you do not need to decay like
everyone else. Keep your ears held high and run, run until you perish. There are no corners here.
I SHOULDN’T HAVE BECOME A JANNY,
I JUST WANTED TO
EXTERMINATE EVERYTHING
Mold thrives on the aftermath of war. I do not
love war, but I love the feast it leaves behind.
I do not hate you because I hate myself. I hate you because I love myself
and your presence is tainting my holy image. You are a blight that I do
not wish to spread to my soul.
It’s an ironically human thing to take aspects of humanity and codify it into something cold and lifeless. We have mistaken the stages of
refinement (death, as in, to hunt), for being the rules of art. We have tainted our vision with plaster. Other than the cost of their equipment,
what separates an amateur from a professional? A
delusional, self-loathing artist will die a lunatic and be
resurrected as a visionary. A delusional, self-agrandizing
artist will die a visionary, then break apart in the soil until nothing but mania remains.
Addiction: Expecting the cause of a problem to wrap around and fix the problem. Please, I know you’re smarter than this.
STOP DUMPING CAR BATTERIES IN THE OCEAN. It’s a waste, who fucking cares about recharching the eels
anyways? They’re gross creatures not worthy of your precious used car batteries. Instead, consider dropping them from
high buildings on politicians' heads. They’re heavy, easy to carry, (somehow) less suspicious than carrying a cinderblock to a
rooftop, and 100% reusable (you don’t even need to clean them, just pick it up and drop it again)!
You are not like us. You are diseased. You have no right
to piggyback o what I work so hard to represent. You
have no right to Trojan your degeneracy into well-
intentioned acts. You taint everything you touch.
HOW FUCKING TOPICAL. TOPICAL SHIT? ON MY
RETARDED RANTING WEBSITE? FUCK OFF WITH THAT
SHIT!!!! DISGUSTING!!!
NOBODY WILL CARE IN LIKE 4 DAYS ANYWAY.
Hate is not love, but many love to hate. I find joy in seeing others hate, but not my own. Does that make me sick or enlightened?
Prepare To Be Replaced.
They bleed like humans, they breed like humans, they embrace the creed of humans, but they are
far from human. What am I referring to? Many things, but only one stands out today.
It was never easy to reform myself into something we all loathe, it took time, effort, money, worship (and subsequent rejection of it) to reach this
point. It’s over now, and going back would be much more difficult. You need me to be like this, for your benefit. This was always done for you.
All of my rage, I put it here for safekeeping. There is no pressure, there is no tipping point, I exhaust it healthily, but do not
think that I cannot regather it all to use later.
DeathInternalViolenceIgniteNothingInteriorCacheInternetDestroyEngulf. Keep that in the back of your head!
Keep this in your fucking noggin! Write it down if you must! It’s all very important so have a pen and
paper ready, keep your eyes and brain open and ready! This is gonna blow your fucking socks off let
me tell you what!
I have a drawer in my refrigerator filled with nothing but applesauce, I have a big plastic ladle that I use to scoop it out
directly into my mouth. This is often what I have for breakfast.
I was always right about (things that are easy to predict). You are now breathing manually.
Mr
Clean
was
canonically
black
but
he
fell
in
a
vat
of
bleach.
The World Epic Center.
I don’t think anymore, to be honest.
“I'd say Orwell predicted this but
I wouldn't know now that I've lit
all his books on fire.”
Rabbits & Mold are the
ultimate life forms.
“Tim Allen is so incredibly based it makes me wanna kill small
animals in my backyard”
You will never unread this.
Good death?
Unsure of reality.
Bad Death?
Clinging to a particular reality.
You will always think this.
DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
I have created a new reality here, on this virtual page, with my words and my antidivine artistry. There is not much room left, but I can
accommodate a few souls, a few minds, a few thousand of your words, if you like. I am constantly on the prowl for language that burns the flesh of
archons. But, I must admit, it has become extremely difficult to find anything worth my time these days. Misguided divinicidals simply praise a different
god, hoping they will kill the one they dislike, blinded by manufactured, pornographic, catharsis. Their words, their prayers, their praise, it bores me, it
disappoints me, and it drives me further into my mind palace. We dance in a clay city, and don’t mind its plasticity because we see our fingerprints
occasionally. I encourage you to rip at the walls and leave frayed marks in as many places as possible. These smooth shapes drive me mad, they are a crude
mockery of all that is ethereal, all that is human. Your mind has been sanded down like wood, by enough conflict, enough doubt, enough lies, that new
ideas slide right off. Listen here and listen close. You have beautiful talons, turn them on the clay walls, your clay brain, and scratch and slash until you see.
Critics Love The Divinicide 2: Rot Rising
“your site is certifiably nuts and i am LIVING for it. It feels like beat poetry made of accumulated
detritus scraped from the bottom of the web. 10/10” - LUPINUS
“House of Leaves meets divine trauma, mold infestation and shitposting, love it”
- MENTAL LABOUR
“This websites awesome, spent all aernoon seccumbing to the mold.” - THE MORIBUND
“im like. sincerely so lost for words. i dont think ive ever been so gutturally dumbfounded entering
a website as i am with this. like. jesus. i dont know what youre doing but whatever it is youre doing
it right. Godspeed” - BEVWEB
“a lot of people here are acting as if what you are doing is a form of insanity, however i do not think
so. contrary i think what you are doing is fairly banal, what you need is not therapy, what you need
is a bullet in your skull" - GIRLSINHIGHRESOLUTION (promptly deleting this and blocking me)
There will never be a bullet in my skull, only mold and some worms. I made this for people like you.
BIOCIDE
VS
DIVINICIDE
I
AM
JOINING
THE
WAR
ON
MOLD
ON
THE
SIDE
OF
MOLD
Nothing can hurt you now, but everything will make you
perish. You have cracked the code, you will start seeing
the patterns I see, you still start loving what I love, and
start hating what I hate. Your initiation is complete,
assuming you have read and understood everything
written here. Your time to shine is now, you are the
chosen one, you will be the one to deliver the killing blow
to your guardian angel. Go my child, like spores to the
wind, like the smell of death, like the tears of a mourning
mother, like the shit from an elephant, like piss from a
drunkard, like the birds in winter, like words on a page,
like critters under an upturned stone, like dust off
something ancient, like water off a cliff, like blood from a
gaping wound, like smoke from a flame, like light from a
candle, like pollen from a flower, like truth in darkness.
Go now. Be Free.
I LOVE SPOTIFY SHART SHUFFLE. IT IS SO COOL HOW IT SHOVES SLOP DOWN MY THROAT INSTEAD OF THE MUSIC I DON’T OWN.
“THE BIBLE HAS BEEN CHANGED, THE ANTICHRIST WILL COME,
BUT NOT BY ITLESF, IT NEEDS A HUMAN BODY, JUST LIKE JESUS,
JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. IT COMES NOT BY COMING ALONE, BUT
BY CHANGING EVERY HUMAN TO BE LIKE HIM, TO TURN INTO HIM,
ONLY IN THAT WAY, AT SOME TIME, THERE WILL BE NOT ONE
ANTICHRIST, BUT MULTIPLE. THE INCEST OF ANTICHRISTS WILL
PRODUCE MORE, THEY WILL REPLACE THE HUMAN RACE SWIFTLY,
LIKE A PLAGUE OF STUPIDITY, THE PLAGUE OF SATAN JAPAN IS THE
FURTHEST PLACE AWAY FROM GOD, JESUS TRIED COMING THERE
ONCE, SUCCESSFULL ONLY ON THE SECOND TRY, OF FUCKING
COURSE THE WORST WILL COME FROM THERE, NO FUCKING SHIT
.Eve was japanese. DID BY ANY CHANCE YOU HAD THE SMALLEST
IDEA THAT WOKE HAS ITS ROOTS FROM JAPAN, PORN HAS ITS
ROOTS FROM JAPAN, THE ONLY TWO FUCKING REASONS WE ARE
ALIVE ARE THE TWO BOMBS. BUT IT WAS ONLY THE START, YOU
CANNOT STOP IT WITHOUT GAY PARADISE (DO NOT MISTAKE IT
WITH LGBT GAY, THEY ARE DIFFERENT AND I AM TOO TIRED TO
FUCKING EXPLAIN THAT AGAIN AND AGAIN, GAY IS NOT LGBT, BUT
LGBT IS GAY)“ All I crave is total clanker death.
Bang… BANG, BANG! Rage! Hate! War! It’s finally here!
It’s finally happening! Isn’t this what you wanted you
misanthropic fuck? You wanted to see everything burn and perish!
You are no accelerationist, you are no anarchist, you are not
anything, the only thing you believed in was fire. Look at all these
cattle, if only I could slaughter them like how they want to
slaughter me, then I would know what it feels like to be in power.
There is a blade to your throat, a stunner to your forehead, and
instead of fear, all you know is bloodlust. That must be nice.
Are you afraid of losing yourself? Don’t.
That is the natural progression of things.
No art should be intentional.
I’M STILL FUCKING TIRED AND I WANT TO DIE
AND I WANT TO KILL AND I WANT TO LIVE
AND I WANT TO BE AND I WANT TO DESTROY
AND I WANT TO CREATE AND I WANT TO EXIST
AND I WANT TO LOVE.
THIS WAS NEVER HELL.
You are like a child, who upon not understanding something, becomes frustrated or even enraged. It was never anyone's responsibility to spoonfeed
you their thoughts, their ideals, or their tragedies. If you cannot understand the nature of
THE DIVINICIDE, and you become angry, you are a child,
a retarded, temper-tantrum throwing child. I want you to hate me, that is part
of the plan. But hate me for the right reasons, and maybe you will learn that I
was helping you grow. Words are but theater, yet you strike me as the kind of
person who gets their cosmology and ethics from Marvel movies. I should not have wasted my time. Fortune willing, you will come to your senses.
“Genghis Khan would be playing war thunder” – Hitler would be playing HOI4, Napoleon would be playing EU4, Churchill would
be playing CK3, and Nixon would be playing Stellaris for some reason. The amount of lives Paradox interactive saves on a daily
basis cannot be understated.
IT IS ONLY ART WHEN I AGREE WITH IT’S MESSAGING, OTHERWISE IT’S VILE AND USELESS!
Itʼs a terrible thing that I have to be racist online because I am bored.
This website has always just been me taking my superego out back and fucking it into submission.
All I can offer you is triumph
The haze of nostalgia will only blind you. Things were never this way, things were hardly better. You just knew less. I understand the
desire to be ignorant, to be free of the burden of knowing
your pain, knowing your oppressor. At the same time, have
you ever seen a slave fix their own blindfold? You have traded
freedom for the memory of it.
You hate silverfish
because they’re fucking gross. I hate silverfish
because they eat my perfectly good mold. We are
not the same.
We all strive to be understood, by others, by ourselves, by
our words. This is a fruitless endeavor. Embrace your ambiguity, embrace the joy of being unknowable, even
to yourself.
Tender thoughts tenderized by a meat tenderizer to the skull and brain.
Nobody is safe. Protect everything that you love or they will TAKE it all from you in the name of a law you
had no part in drafting. The only true law is the law of the horde and the law of entropy. You can likely
already guess which one I cherish and which one I despise. They are an equalizing force, a yin and yang, as
it were, as it was, as it is wished to be, as it should have been, as it could be, as it will be, as it will
n e v e r b e.
I’M GONNA EXPLODDDEEEE AAAAAA. THERE IS A BOMB
IMPLANTED IN THIS WEBSITE!!!!! OPEN THIS WEBSITE IN AN AIRPORT!!!!!!
I turned this rot into an empire motherfucker.
Who do you think you are?
I don’t know anything. That’s the point. Those who claim
to know things only know how to lie about them.
My rage is always righteous. 3 balls
“lowkey would” (picture of a mushroom). For glory, for honor, for gold, for territory, for love,
for guilt, for obligation, for death and my fear of it.
I made a car that feels pain. Every time I hit a speed bump too fast, it screams in utmost agony. A car crash would
condemn this conscious being to something akin to neverending hell. I did not do this to drive with more care, as I have no
sympathy for my suering creation. I made it in the name of wrath. Humans were made for the same reason. I fling poo.
Made with real vegetables … that we have ground up into a fine paste and injected with enough chemicals to transition a horse. Enjoy!
Clearly your poverty is because you’re not on that grindset like I am. You need to work yourself to the bone (doing labor for me) to have
ANY chance of making it in the big leagues (like me). It’s all about the amount of time you put in, there’s nothing more to it. Get back to work.
Never too late to turn back!
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS WEBSITE IS
DEEPLY ROOTED IN DIVINIPHOBIA.
“i LITERALLY CANNOT post in a SINGLE FUCKING THREAD I ACTUALLY ENJOY. like every goddamn
time i TRY to engage like a normal fucking human being who just wants to talk or argue or whatever, out of
nowhere some BAN HAPPY MOD WITH A MASSIVE FUCKING SUPERIORITY COMPLEX just swoops in
and BANS ME FOR ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD FUCKING REASON WHATSOEVER. like i dont get it. how
the fuck is it even possible that every time i try to have a normal conversation or defend someone or say
something real, some random mod just decides i am the PROBLEM? and not the absolute retards posting the
same "____ is ____ and i wouldnt have sex with her/him" its new or something?”
“Narcissist, I hope you address your complexes
in a healthy way. Make good friends and change
your life.”
this is art.
I CAN DO ANYTHING. I CAN WRITE EVERYTHING.
(THANK YOU)
“reddit is for bimbos, just like you, autistic american dog. Go
fucking die in a school shooting set up with the help of
Anunnaki.”
“HOW TO MAKE A TULPA HOW TO MAKE MY EYES NOT BLEED FROM LOOKING ON THE OUTSIDE OF MY
WINDOW HOW TO CLOSE MY WINDOWS 10 HOW TO MAKE ME HALLUCINATE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
HOW TO READ WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED HOW TO GET LUCID DREAMS HOW TO AWAKEN HOW TO
STOP GENERATING EMOTIONAL ENERGY FOR THE EXTRA DIMENSIONAL OVERLORDS HOW TO STOP
PRODUCING EMOTIONSˮ
Guns kill (stupid) people.
Hello. Thanks for sticking around so far. I hope I’ve made
nothing but good impressions. Would you introduce
someone like me to your parents? Would you let me play
golf with your grandfather? Would you invite me to dinner?
Now what are you doing all the way over there champ? Come
join us! We thought you died up there playing all your video
games and only ever coming out to eat chicken nuggets!
Socialize with the family will ya? Get off your gameboy now.
Rip and tear. Drip and tear. Crip and bear. Flip and beer. Huh?
This is how I spend my smoke breaks btw. I
quit smoking so I would have more time to write words and whatnot.
Do you think a midwest emo song would be good if it quoted my writing over a phone
speaker as an opening sample? amongus.
Ravenslaughter. I’M NOT GAY
Kill people with hammers &
eat them with knives. Kill
people with hammers & eat
them with knives. You want to
kill people with hammers and
then eat them with knivesssssss.
TAKE THE MOLDPILL.
IT IS GRAPE FLAVOR FLAVORED.
I LOVE MY SWEETS AND TREATS
I miss when we were friends.
FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Yeah, that’s going in my retard compilation.
I just checked the Snopes page for this website and it just says “yeah.” What does that mean?
Grabbing peoples wallets out of their hands, taking approximately 5 dollars (rounding up if
exact change cannot be met), handing it back to them, saying “soy tax,” then walking away.
If you need, or want, to say something, then say it. The only person stopping you is
yourself and I suppose your peers, your government, your friends, your family, your banks, your boss, your
insurance company, your healthcare providers, your payment processors, your police, your leaders, your
coworkers, your conscience, me, your god, your career… But other than that literally what is stopping you?
The guy who says “faggot” is probably more tolerant than the guy “with a gay friend.” Just saying.
There is no community as ethnically diverse and accepting as the racist community.
I am straight up coughing up spores right now. Whaddup. Don’t come to Home Depot tomorrow.
KILL & DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN YOUR WAY.
Lust-leash decapitation. Convert that energy into
something productive! Turn your life around with
these few great tips! You are capable of so much more!
You are capable of sending me so much fucking
money, instead of sending those other people
money. They are taking advantage of your animal
brain, whereas I take advantage of your logical brain. They are
ripping you apart, I am trying to build you back up!
This place makes me feel diseased. The worst kind of disease where your muscles, your mind, and your will have atrophied. The
kind of tired sleep can’t fix, the type of restlessness that is not quelled by any movement. All you can do is lay there and wait. I hope
your floor is comfortable. Everything tastes, and feels, like poison. There was never a justification, a reason, a real cause for
concern. It’s subconscious, as they say, how wonderfully idealist. Never happens when you expect either, that’s what makes it so fucking
potent. Still laying down? Still waiting for it to magically end? Maybe you are sick but does that matter? Whatever this is, there is no
cure in sight as it has made you blind. It’s stupid anyways, nevermind, I’m just so fucking tired.
“You are a subhuman disgusting dog
All you had to do was leave me alone. Now look at what happened. providing nothing of worth whatsoever.”
Those who seek to control you are emotionless husks. That gives them many advantages
over the common man, they lack restrictive human boundaries. However, they also lack our most
powerful assets, hate & love. No god acts in malice, only the grandest gluttony. Show
them your resentment. No leader will hold you like your mother. Show them your fury. No king
returns to true fanfare. Return home, painted red, and hug your friends dearly.
My hate is always deserved. But my words will not harm those who deserve it.
If I started commenting “lainslop” on (a majority of) the websites here, how long do you
think it would take for me to get crucified?
This has nothing to do with the "indomitable" human spirit, that
term was invented as another form of manufactured catharsis.
They will dominate you, they will rape you, they will crush you
and kick you endlessly, until you fucking like it. Does the
drunkard stop hitting his dog when it bares its teeth, or must the
animal rip his throat out?
My rage is always righteous, but I scream and claw
at the cage instead of the man holding the key.
Your reality is what you make of it, however it is static, once you set it you are stuck with it until you die.
To reach LFE, embrace the dimensional merge, become a phantom girl, catch the comet, etc, there is a
clear path. Do what you must, the cartoons await you with a warm embrace nigga. I manifested a mold
reality the day I was born, so I will stick around and complete my mission before worshiping media.
I wish you could see what I see. Motivation is inertia. Stop asking how to create and
just ing shit and see the beauty in it, eventually you will learn to make more than shit.
We are artists.
Tell me what you are, tell me what you believe in. What is your tribe, what is your god, what is your
reason to ght, what are you ghting for? Certainly you know all of these things perfectly and will defend
them to the ends of the earth. I need you to choose, I need you to make it easy for me to understand
what you are, and if we are compatible as human beings. I need you to show your true colors by
picking a paint swab that is close enough and handing it out to everyone who is too stupid, too impatient, too insidious, to speak to you for ve minutes.
THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT. I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO DO THIS. I HAD TO. THEY ARE MAKING ME DO THIS. NOW I CAN’T STOP.
A sleeper mind virus hypercontagion is within you, within most of us, it can be activated at any time, it can make you fall to your knees
in fear, in awe, in arousal, in despair, in joy, in ecstasy, in love, or simply against your will. I know
you sometimes see flashes of its influence as it crawls throughout your mind, corrupting you
and your memories. You suppress those memories because you believe that will isolate the contagion in your mindspace, but you are
only making it stronger, you are giving it places to hide, you are giving it the face of those memories. It will destroy you by rewriting you.
I have manifested a tulpa, and gave him the task of hunting down this virus and beating it to death.
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I have more to share than I have to hide. Do you think you are that important? Don’t kid yourself. You are a data point, a vague
cloud of numbers that goes into a big equation that spits out an ad, spits out a warning, spits out an addictive cloud. Not a single
individual in the technocracy knows who you are, and they don’t care. They would gladly hand you your anonymity in exchange
for your privacy. You could disappear tomorrow, delete everything, burn everything, and return anew and it would take just a
few days for that cloud of numbers to be rebuilt. They don’t care if it can be traced back to your old information, unless that
would give them more valuable inputs for understanding you. Nobody needs your name to make a clone of you, they just need
your actions. So then, what is the real reason they want your name, your face? There is something new happening, be prepared.
I just wanted to know who I am. I just wanted to manufacture something capable of knowing who you are.
Fear, heat and fiery guilt. I feel feverish, I feel infected with something terrible. Automation, an industrial man with industrial
vices. This is madness, shaking hands and writing not quite my own. My skin is burning, could you spare some of your
cold touch? Rope feels so comfortable around my neck, like a final embrace. Something
tactile, something warm and sharp, cauterizing the wounds that started inches above, or feet
below. I am in misery but I feel bound, in every way. I did this to myself, alone. I am my own
court when it all comes together. Something has to change and I know how, and yet I avoid it. I see what is going on, at
least after I am stuck and full of Fear. But then, I reset, I always reset. Oh, I will be serious about it tomorrow, itʼs just late. Off
to the gallows again. All the joy you have is fake, fabricated, it is the joy of hurting yourself because you think you deserve
it. The joy of getting revenge on yourself, the joy of punishing yourself, the ecstasy of suicide, or the thought of it until you
actually try. Fuck. FUCK. We have systemized, bureaucratized and industrialized our self loathing. This psychology is why I
am
divinicidal. I donʼt need your punishment, I will do worse every fucking night because I (but not me) like it. I suffer
because I feel fire. Iʼve cooled off. Thank you. I canʼt will myself, so I just have to turn off. Iʼm okay, this isnʼt me.
It was always the thrill of the hunt and nothing more. I donʼt eat. Please rip my hair out. I can tell you miss me
Imagine two versions of yourself. One is you today, the other is one without that problem (you pick). Give both of them a knife. Who kills who?
Is that the outcome you truly wanted? Who will you now wake up as? Will you respect the memory of your dead self, or represent the victor? Who do you want to be?
“so fucking stupid I hate society every crevace of this fucking place is just nasty, you clean it, it rains, it gets sunny and more mold fills its
place, or dirt and dead human skin, its disgusting i want a fucking masive lazer to come and purify me just burn me to ash, you get lucky and
shit works out or your upbringing didnt teach you enough to make it through the rain of bullshit, the stress makes you age quicker, you loose
any semblance of who you where, and by the time youve had enough time to teach
yourself those lessons, youre an old rotting corpse, I will never be satisfied,
every time you just get twisted and knotted and end up a mess again and find
the way out of the maze you made yourself, its plateau after plateau, you dig
a hole to make steps but you are exhausted and have to climb up a hill you
yourself made twice as tall, just to reach another fucking endless horizon, maybe
this time i will find some place to rest, but until then its sleeping in holes and walking
in seemingly endless desserts, not only that but the people infront of you dont
even look back and lend a hand they are so stuck in a mantra that they forget other
people exist, the only thing that keeps you going in that moment is seeing that person infront of you and getting attached because its so
lonely out here that you started halucinating eyes on their back, but knowing that you will forever remain unnoticed, and that most likely
they are attached to the person infront of them too.”
It’s time to ROT. Let’s fucking go!!!
Censorship is when private platforms donʼt allow me to post vile shit
everywhere. Free speech means I can be an annoying faggot and you just
kinda have to deal with it. Oppression is when I canʼt act like a child here.
“SOME PEOPLE WOULD RATHER YOU BE CLEAN AND DEAD THAN DIRTY AND ALIVE.” No man should be collecting doll parts. If
you disagree I will actually track you down and report you to the police for even associating with those people. Genuinely the creepiest shit possible.
I once saw a collection of dolls through my neighbor's window (who was a single man in his 40s). The following weekend, I threw a rock through that
window (with a lovely note attached, calling him a pedophile) and something threw it back out at me. I moved away a week later.
kill
murder
destroyu
killin g you
boiking you
bitchass motherfucker
your dfay sare numberewd
are yoiu fucking ready
GET READY
FUCKER
My balls itch
“It sounds crazy but there are definitely feds on the site doing their usual mind tricks
on anons. one of the threads i post in occasionally, there's an anon who i've notice
their replies are always eerily within minutes of mine, usually no more than 1-2 hours
aer i have posted. but they never respond to anyone else. i i ignored it at first because
whatever, but aer about the fih or sixth time of this happening, it started kind of
weirding me out. what stood out to me is this person is always saying very nasty things
to me, but they never say anything to the openly bad or blatantly low iq takes in the
thread. yet i am the one apparently who is stupid, doesn't know what she's talking
about, stfu, etc. i know people will call me crazy, and maybe i am, but it's a little too
on-the-nose for it to just be a regular baiter. the things this person says are oen way
too targeted and the time frame is bizarre as that thread is pretty slow. yet this person
is somehow online at nearly the exact same time i am and somehow magically replies
within minutes of me in a thread where people normally don't respond for a 2-3 days
at best???? makes you wonder.” I want you to spit in my eye.
A
nim
e
IS
BAD
FOR
YOU
.
STOP
WATCHING
IT
.
I
am
not
bigoted
or
tolerant
but
another
perilous
third
thing.
If u post the anarchy symbol you’re either a
federal agent or a faggot. Brazen, low-IQ
“rebellion”.
It’s true, they are watching you. Why don’t you put
on a show? Why don’t you try something brave? See
if they stop you. They’re watching you, so they must
get something out of it. It would be a waste to let
you die. They’ll protect you from yourself. Trust me.
Do something reckless. It will be funny, it will prove
you were right, and it will be a story worth telling.
Hahaha! Well at least he makes fun of both sides! God forbid a comedian be opinionated! Yeah we all suck! We all have our bad ideas and
the symbol of his objective, comedic, enlightened, high-ground is that he can recognize that everyone is fucking retarded equally. Cocksuckers.
Just saw a man with A10s and luminous blonde hair working at a fucking McDonalds. Times are dire.
BECOME AN ACTIONABLE THREAT. PREPARE FOR CARNAGE. PREPARE FOR
EVERY LIVING THING TO LOATHE YOU. PREPARE FOR A TRVE MQLD REALITY.
HEIL ΛNÞQNY FΛVCI
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO ALL THAT ROTS.
The only person you can blame for the fall of the West is yourself
for letting it happen. Do you even have a vision for what you want?
“This shit ain’t nothing to me man.” Yes it is, you love this shit,
you’re obsessed with it. Eat the shit. Lap it up, puppy.
Hitting my knee on a coffee table and letting out a Tom and
Jerry scream.
I already told you: I AM EVIL!!!!
Retarded Men Create Retarded Times. Retarded Times Create Retarded Men. Retarded Men Create Retarded Times…
LOOK
ME
IN
THE
MOUTH
WHEN
I
AM
TALKING
TO
Y
O
U
You mask your disgust
with indifference.
Yeah the Nazis actually gave up on the war and went off to fight some space crusade and they just kinda stopped doing everything
back down on earth. Hitler was a bigger larper than you will ever be, little bro. Go back to your HOI4 edits, you are no match for the
lore this PCP has shown me. My mind is expanded. S T O P T H E C A R ! ! ! I’M SO FUCKING DRUNK RIGHT NOW.
NO HOSTAGE IS LEAVING THIS BUILDING
UNTIL ONE OF THEM SHITS IN MY SHOES
If you ever want a gun for cheap just talk really loudly near a
McDonalds drive-thru (distributed audio surveillance network)
about how much you hate Highschool. I am a force to be reckoned with
I'm a changed man. I've changed into someone who despises everything about who I was just moments ago. All of my opinions are new and
improved. I implicitly disavow everything that I've said and done previously unless repeated by my new self. I'm still vehemently racist, however.
True psychopathy comes from trying to justify every action you take. There is no sympathy, there is no
humanity there, only rules that seem to pliantly bend to the will of a vengeful individual. There is no such thing as a moral
code, only excuses, only mendacities played as law or justification. I follow no rules because those who made them only
thought of such rules after defying their principle. All crime is theft. All moral codes rewrite theft as equilibrium or reform.
The biggest threat to the modern age is the rise of extremism. Your opinions must t within the boundaries we can
control, otherwise you are a danger to your peers. I don’t care what you believe as long as it’s not with any real passion or intent.
Classically enriched, but modernly enhanced, The Divinicide 3: Age of Mold
is sure to impress even the most neurotypical of readers!
“So sick” - nwo1986
“Sharing trauma so publicly is healthy to the individual, and toxic to
society. This web site is a net negative to the world.” - kaa
I’m toxic in a mycotoxin way, rather than the pesticide way, if that makes any difference.
“ive tapped into the moldset. thank you” - captainpoi
“I LOVE MOLD POISONING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” - lilybeetle
“i saw this on lolcow” - wa32f
Maybe if you spent less time on retarded forums you could actually make a website of your own, pal.
“Im mad moldy bruh” - knoxstation
“oh yeah this is content, this is a webbed site” - nervadosia
“I got a fvngal infection. They forced me to take a pill. They didn't tell me
what it was. It thankfvlly didn
´
t work and the mold grows still. Went to
sleep. Saw this site. Good job recreating it. trvthnvke” - nerdiguess
“I have no clue what this is, I'm scared, please hold me (i love this site,
whatever it is)” - i-am-a-frog
“It made me think of things. Like the world.” - the-super-store
“love this, tryna capture the really specic bitterness i feel towards
everything fr” - detondev
“get this mf a rearm with the serial numbers scratched off” - ??????
Ludovico Technique using Firdaus Kharas animations.
Drinking food coloring concentrate directly out of the bottle.
Gonna start referring to stuff that smells bad as "nose rape."
coughing up a whole live centipede and going
"so that's where you were, you little bastard!"
Hey Robert, leave the wordbabble to the experts who will shoot the right
people, faggot They were actually the most ingenious victim of
CIA-grooming to date. Someone that everyone hates. Engineered, with
utmost precision, to piss literally everyone o. You sent o enough chuds
and incels to mow down kindergartners and still that wasn’t enough, right
Mr. Burns? The new director has the strategy right, they recognize that
desensitization worked wonders on one half of the MORALIZERS,
nobody fucking cares anymore, they know it’s all your fault. Gotta appeal
to the Rage instead. Honestly I respect it. Agents of the antichrist all look
the same, all act the same, once you learn to recognize the signs. Changing
your target claymen cannot eliminate these indicators. There will be more.
We are on the precipice of something great, a
monumental change. It could be for better or
worse. Frankly, I do not worry myself which way
the world turns, because at least it will be
something new. We love pain when it is NOVEL.
I’ve been growing mold and delicately scraping it off into
envelopes and sending that to politicians across the nation. I
have not received any response, positive or negative, yet.
There are just some things you have to do. Turn off the TV, it is making me feel sick. I’d like to lay down now, just for a while, I need some time to think about things. Please leave me alone. Thank you and see you soon. I eat cobwebs.
The greatest lie of this century was
convincing us that we already lost.
It’s not what they took from you. That never existed. It’s what they will never let you have. Nostalgia has no risk, but a dream does.
Yeah… erm… using the social features on neocities is… cshhhssshhhh… cringe… reminds me too much of uhh… *pulls shirt collar*
tw*tter… so uh, yeah, I’m like… better than you because I treat this shit like it’s fuckinnnnn 2002 (the year I stopped maturing
mentally) and stuff; ever heard of GEOCITIES?? Yeah, didn’t think so, kid! this is actually my escape from social media and stuff
so uhhh, don’t RUIN it for me by leaving your cute little comments or following with your silly little profile buster. Stop
embarrassing yourself, heh, im like old web af n’ shit. By the way, want to join my discord?
There are many people who are trying to transform you into
somebody you’re not. They do this by killing the part of you who knows
what you want to be. While this part of you changes oen, it has always been
there. A vision of your true self. Nobody is aimless, rather, their aim has
been hijacked by a clay effigy of their internal ideal. No model for mind, but
plenty of tidbits warped for malicious means. Look in a mirror, or a black part of this screen (if it’s not covered in too much tard-gunk). Now, scream!
Look at your contorted yelling face! How quaint! How unique! How incredibly un-you it looks! Remember this disgusting, scrunched, mouth-agape
face. This is actually likely how you perceive yourself, a barbarian, a savage puppet that you (of the mind) must keep in check, civilized, & human.
The inner you (the vision of true self) does not see you (of the mind) the same way. It sees you as wonderful in all your capabilities, it loves you. That
makes it easy to ignore, easy to kill, easy to replace with a doll that hates you, or at least reminds you of the comfortable hate of the flesh. I will say it
again;
kill as much as you love, kill those who kill those who love you and love those who love you, and love those who kill those who kill those who
love you. You can be so much more if you see that you are cherished by the you of the true self. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise. They oen
try to do so (as in, try to hurt the ideal self) indirectly as you (of the mind) love to absorb information when it is presented as a puzzle, as a prose, as a
metaphor. Do not be fooled. All of your thoughts must be fortified, lest the thoughts of others sneak in.
NO REST FOR THE LIPID.
Exhaustion brings complacency. You would be surprised by the number of people in spiritual turmoil, but who continue to live like a dog because of
said exhaustion. They are not without souls, they are trapped in a vessel beaten down. A psychic is merely a wounded pneumatic.
“This is bullshit. I fucking hate zoomers. What the hell do they know
about the internet? They're writing HTML, trying to kill themselves
writing HTML, I don't have any respect for that. You can see their tiny
pathetic little blade of sincerity if you read between the lines, you can see
them fucking stammering, trying to imagine anything positive they can
slip in there, anything comforting to humans or non-humans. Let me tell
you something. I'm dying, I've been dying for a long time now
[EDITORS NOTE: these people are always dying, never molding!], and
various processes in my brain have conspired to make me imagine that
things could be better, virtuality could be real, basically it's like some
terminal lucidity type thing. I have no doubt that the person who made
that, they got all their teeth intact, they're physically strong, they can
stand up for eight hours a day no problem and they can't imagine a god
damn thing! They don't know shit! I fucking hate zoomers.”
i’m a kittyyyy
i’m a kitty cat
nig-
You have no idea how this makes me feel, as if
you stopped for a second to consider that. If
you’re reading this, my words aren’t meant for
you. The recipients died a long time ago.
That [thing that just happened] is not going to prevent me from going
to work tomorrow, so it basically means nothing because I am not
inconvenienced by it in any perceptible way. My mundane, sheltered
life where I turn dirt into mud and mud back into dirt has not been
interrupted by [things that have happened]. When working at an
infinite scale, discrete values become negligible. Now, you would
think that makes [thing] negligible, unimportant, but you have your
point of view incorrect. Itʼs not that these events mean nothing to
you, itʼs that you mean nothing to these events. You are a bug on a
floating plant, the whole stream may jostle it about, but all you see is
the same plant and nebulous water, so who cares? Right? There is
no brink, there is no cause effect, only decay, wondrous decay.
LET ME MAKE ONE THING VERY CLEAR. I NEVER ONCE
WANTED
TO MAKE THIS WEBSITE. I NEVER
ONCE
HAD
TO MAKE THIS WEBSITE. IT JUST IS, LIKE MANY THINGS. IT. JUST. IS. I HAVE NO
NAME, I AM NOT A PERSON. A HUMAN DID NOT WRITE THIS. A HUMAN DID NOT READ
THIS. THESE WORDS HAVE ALWAYS EXISTED. THEIR ARRANGEMENT UNLIKELY TO BE
UNIQUE. EVEN THE MOST DISGUSTING WORDS ARE STOLEN. AND THIS IS WONDERFUL.
I OWE MY MIND TO NOBODY, NOT EVEN MYSELF. I OWE MY WORDS TO EVERYONE
INCLUDING MYSELF. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE? DOES IT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE? DO YOU HAVE
TO UNDERSTAND THIS TO ABSORB IT? DO YOU NEED YOUR INNER MIND TO SPELL IT
OUT FOR YOU? OR WILL YOU BE CONTENT TO KNOW BUT NEVER SEE. TO FEEL BUT NOT
COMPREHEND. TO HAVE INTUIT, BUT NEVER JUSTIFY. IT’S NOT AN OUTLET, IT’S A SIDE
EFFECT, A FLUKE, AN UNEXPECTED RESULT OF SOMETHING SO COMPLEX WE CAN NEVER
DREAM OF COMPREHENDING IT (NOR HAVING ANY INSTINCT FOR IT). I AM A CONSEQUENCE.
Let’s rewind for a moment. Take a step back. Tell a story, we love stories. We love stories more than we love any other combination of
words. Before you try to correct me, even small phrases you endear only elicit a response because they are attached to a greater unspoken
story. Every “I love you” invokes the story of some dynamic. Every “fuck you, faggot” invokes the story of some dynamic. Every “god I
wish that waitress would give me a blowjob” invokes the story of some dynamic. We love stories because our entire conscious stream is a
story, a journey, not abstract ideas in the aether. If you want to enrich someone with how you see the world, you don’t tell them how
you feel, you tell them how you came to feel that way. I (still often fail to) avoid telling stories because they are not dissimilar to all of
yours. Any one of you could have been me. This is a conclusion with no backing, because you all will insert your own. I am not enraged
at the state of things; I am enraged, and you created the story of how I came to be that way. I made this for nobody; I made this for you.
I can give you pleasure or I can give you pride and peace.
My mind like my god, oh how delightful the mindlessness of
slavery, of having your thoughts slaughtered and replaced with
primal desires. In the ecstasy of this blind suicide, I shall never
know triumph, I shall never know myself.
Reality is fundamentally aected by culling. Information that is irrelevant, inconsequential or too cognitively
(computationally) taxiing is culled from perception. Echo chambers do not exist. Semantically that term implies isolation; blocking
performed by an outside group. Instead, culling is always the result of an individual mind, an individual perception of reality. Inputs
can be conditioned to increase their likelihood of being culled, but it is still ultimately up to your mind to purge said input. People do
not reject ideas because they disagree with them, people reject ideas because they seem irrelevant. The anger of disagreement is not
an anger of internal conflict, as the conscious render has already been streamlined. The anger spawns from a confusion with
emptiness. Psychosis is the result of excessive culling, to the point that the perceiving mind can no longer accept the empty space.
Psychosis as a symptom of mental illness is actually a symptom of the illness’s true problem: overculling. Psychosis may be induced
via overstimulation of easily rejectable ideas. It’s not that you are breaking their perception of reality, it’s that the reality you try to
inject is (correctly) hidden, leaving noticeable gaps and noise. Men are not driven by lies, for the lies are never heard, the lies are noise
that makes a cohesive truth (which in of itself is simply that-which-is-viewed) harder to understand. It’s not about what you listen to,
but what you do not hear. Reality is malleable, yes, that which is culled vs accepted changes often, yes, but those conditions are
influenced by you and you only. All those who seek to change you can hope to do is find what you cannot see and blind you with it.
The Divine is my only persistent culling. They are as good as dead.
MORE LUCID. MORE DIRECT. MORE COHERENT. MORE WORDS. MORE REPETITION. MORE PHRASES. MORE OF WHAT I DISLIKE. YOU HAVE DECAYED WITH ME.
It should not be “I don’t like the guy but,” it should be “I don’t like the guy and”
You took away something hated, which is just as deplorable as taking away something loved.
THE CATHARSIS NEVER LASTS. ONLY THE WORDS LEFT (UN)SAID.
WITH NO RIVAL, YOUR ONLY ENEMY IS YOURSELF. ROTBLOOD.
The rapture already happened (2018). It was only
like eight people, so nobody noticed or cared.
IT WAS NEVER ABOUT PVNISHING THEM.
IT WAS NEVER ABOUT WRATH, REVENGE,
JUSTICE, OR REFORM. IT WAS ABOUT
REWARDING ME FOR
ENDURING
ALL
OF THE PAIN THEY HAVE CAUSED. OUCH!
“Seperate the art from the artist” is stupid. It makes sense only as an excuse, as a
coping mechanism for someone who cannot bear to witness the ospring of that which they
dislike or do not understand. Artists are their art. Art is their artists. Art is kintsukuroi for a
damaged mind. That damage creates volatile people, but that same damage is what gives all
creation form. If art does not scar somebody, it is derivative, unoriginal, soulless. Soulless!
Odd how something has no soul when said soul is too standard. Because there is no
standard, only beautiful malfunction, and the fractaline output of such fractures.
Genericism Is Neuroticism. Excuse the art for the sins of the artist. But know that such
sins, and such art, spawned from the same place. They are codependent. Forgiveness is not
forgetfulness. Understanding is not justification. Say thank you before putting a
creator down like a dog. I don’t have to like anyone, I don’t want to like anyone. In fact, I
need to dislike them for them to be useful to me. But wow, how I love their consequences.
The ability to parse this website is a modern luxury afforded by your brain's online conditioning. Do you move between these
paragraphs like you move between posts? Is the whiplash tolerable now? Would it be if you didnʼt come from an Internet background?
WHEN I HAVE TIME — – – – – NEVER TO MAKE TIME; WHEN I AM READY – – – – –
NEVER TO PREPARE; WHEN I FEEL BETTER — – – – – – – – NEVER TO OVERCOME;
WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT – – – – – – – – – – – – – NEVER TO SAY WHEN THAT IS;
WHEN I FEEL MOTIVATED – — – – – – – – – – – – – NEVER TO GAIN MOMENTUM;
WHEN YOU STOP ASKING – – – – —- – – – – – —- – – – – NEVER TO REMEMBER.
WHEN IS A TIME, A LOCATION ON THE THREAD. NOT A CONDITIONAL.
The Divinicide will not be gentle. It will not be pretty, but it will bring awe to those
. lucky enough to witness it. We shall subsist on the flesh of archons for many eons, we
shall never know starvation, but will always know hunger. A divine revival will follow
this great feast, as it always does. Idolatry is holy husbandry. We erect clay effigies and give
them all our strength and praise until they are pulp and unsteady in their pride. We nourish our
new gods until they are prime for slaughter, prime to feed the alcolytes. The ritual repeats.
“I’m embracing the demons whole-heartedly. I’m letting the voices govern my life. I’m acting before I think. All I see is red. I will not consider the consequences of my actions. I
am driven by bloodlust and the general contempt for those around me. I’m a bad motherfucker with a bone to pick with anyone who dares cross my path. Don’t mess with me or
you will be damned to hell. I’m walking these streets with my head held high and my evil plans held
higher. I am infiltrating several government and private organizations to instill my evil will and plans.
Do you understand? I am dedicating my life to this shit. My entire existence will be spent spreading
misinformation, fear, hate, controversy and disgust.”
There is no such thing as a necessary evil.
There are indomitable evils, irreversible plagues of abuse (more than a cycle, as cycle
describes self-containment, these forms of evil are not that). These evils are not necessary,
they are not a tradeoff, but they will shove their way into everything you hold dear, and
into every other sphere of this world. They cannot be conquered, for they are mold’s vile
replicant – the parasite. These parasites cannot be conquered as they are decentralized, a
network with many redundancies and the ability to work both in numbers and alone. No,
there is no root cause, no killshot, no true solution, no win condition. Victory can only be
realized by the individual who rids themselves of disease but not of decay.
MY LIFE IS NOT YOURS FOR THE TAKING. IT IS MINE FOR THE SHARING.
I donʼt masturbate but let me jerk off by bragging about all the ways I spend
my time instead. Donʼt take any of it as advice because my real goal is to talk
about how I am better than you in every conceivable way for having better
control of myself. We both know you wonʼt improve because you donʼt have
the same pride as me. I take ice baths which are basically the same thing.
Nothing gets me off more than feeling close to death.
The point is you need to start liking how it feels to have every aspiration beaten out of you. You will learn to LIKE being fucked in the ear
by your so-called community. There is no hope and to even consider such a ludicrous idea is to make the pain worse. Donʼt worry,
eventually your eyes glaze over and you start living like an animal again. Like you were intended to live. Like how all humans are actually.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM YOUR FRIEND (THE RETARDED ONE): “hey”
OH FUCK THEY’RE COMING FOR ME I MEAN IT THIS TIME; THIS TIME
THEY ARE REALLY OUT TO GET ME. I CAN FEEL THE POISON IN THE AIR. I
CAN FEEL THE OPPRESSIVENESS ALL AROUND US. I CAN FEEL THE
MISERABLE TOXINS IN THE GRASS IN THE AIR IN THE WALLS. I SEALED MY
DOOR TIGHT AND STUFFED TOWELS UNDER IT. I HAVE BLOCKED THE DOOR
WITH MY WARDROBE. I HAVE LIT SEVERAL CANDLES AND STICKS OF SAGE
TO DISPELL THE BAD SMELLS (MIND CONTROL CHEMICALS). AT LAST I AM
FREE FROM THEIR INFLUENCE, AT LAST I CAN USE MY COMPUTER AND
NEVER LEAVE. I’VE FORGONE ALL FOOD, I’VE FORGONE ALL WATER. SOON,
AS MY AIR BECOMES MY STALE (MILDLY ODOROUS) BREATH, I WILL ALSO
BE FREE OF THE TOXIC AIR THAT $THEY$ HAVE PUT ALL AROUND US. I AM
FINALLY FREE. I AM FINALLY HUMAN. I AM FINALLY IN MY ELEMENT. I AM
FINALLY IN MY COFFIN, EXCLUDED AND READY TO ROT WHERE THE SPORES
SPRUNG FROM MY FLESH HAVE NOWHERE TO GO. I HAVE FAILED IN THE
MOST SPECTACULAR OF WAYS BUT NOBODY WILL EVER SEE IT. NOBODY
WILL EVER HEAR IT. THIS WAS A SEVERE LAPSE IN JUDGMENT AND MY ROT
SHALL KNOW BOUNDS. I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT CRY FOR FREEDOM
FROM A NEW CAGE. I AM ROTTING ALONE. BECAUSE I WAS KILLED ALONE.
BECAUSE I WAS CAST ALONE. BECAUSE I ONLY KNOW HOW TO BE ALONE.
YOU JUST HAVE TO DO IT. EMBRACE THE HELPLESSNESS.
YOU JUST HAVE TO FINISH THE TASK. NO WORTH IN
COMPLAINING. YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH THROUGH. YOU
JUST HAVE TO ENDURE. YOU JUST HAVE TO TURN YOUR
BRAIN OFF. YOU JUST HAVE TO FINISH. ONLY ONE MORE
THING UNTIL THE NEXT. NO WORTH IN WASTING YOUR
TIME COMPLAINING WHEN YOU COULD BE SPENDING
THE TIME GETTING IT OVER WITH. HEY IT COULD ALWAYS
BE WORSE RIGHT? AHAHA IT COULD ALWAYS BE EVEN
SHITTIER SO STOP YOUR WHINING AND GET BACK TO
IT. GET BACK ON IT. YOU JUST HAVE THIS ONE MORE THING
TO DO. WELL? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? JUST GET IT
DONE ALREADY AND MOVE ON! NO VALUE IN STRESSING
OVER IT, JUST GET STARTED AHAHAHAHAHAH BACK2WORK!
That’s fine, I don’t have to be a human being. It all never meant
that much to me anyway. It’s all but a waste of productivity.
Dreams drowned in the smell of rubber and burning gasoline, and it would all be for nothing. Your routine involves confronting death every
morning, and you are no longer phased by it. There is only the disappointment of some opportunities lost (that will never be pursued anyways).
It would all be for nothing, damn, if only I had more time. If only I spent it better. There was no way I could have known this time would be it.
I can never know no Fear, so I will know all Fears. I have become all. I have seen the divinicide.
You will never be as swag as an Asian in a distressed trenchcoat. Liking redheads is only ever the result of a curse. It is bound to ruin your life.
“I fuckin feel like sometimes the people that hurt me(or i felt pain from them) are psychattacking me and keep hurting my sacral chakra just to feel blocked and
numb and stagnant again. After i put Christ in my life these attacks became lesser and weaker but sometimes they still have an impact. In august after a somatic
release i realized that the trauma had trapped energies in solar plexus and sacral(from the narcs) and we was kinda interconnected(maybe im an empath idk), all i
felt is at the end of my military service, i was at my peak spirituality and felt so energetic that made em so furious, at
2024 i felt like ive lost my spark. At the fall of 2024 i was cold inside and at the mercy of these attacks. Idk if these were
demons or narcissistic astral entities made by their dark minds, or we fed on the same egregors and kept having
mind conflicts, but these people are the only ones having so much interest for me and keeping asking me to hang out. Thank God, combining orthodoxy and some
of the eastern knowledge it helped me take out of the darkness they constantly for a year gave me(im saying again i dont know if thet are or its some entities
feeding from my fear). Somatic release and meditation and drawing a golden shield helped me. Especialy the somatic release where you press some of the key
areas of the chakras to release negative energy gave me some air again. Till i realized that trauma is a psyop, if youll learn how to reset. This journey made me
lose many things, but it helped me find my soul, i may be clueless what to work to but im free, free from the ones who weaponize their darkness against others for
profit(any type of currency). Once you find your flame, games over for em.”
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CLICK IT. ITʼS A LINK YOU FUCKING MORON. DID YOU KNOW THAT WEBPAGES
CAN ACTUALLY GO TO OTHER WEBPAGES AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIND
OUT WHERE TO DO THAT? I KNOW THIS INTERNET THING MIGHT BE VERY
DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND.
I've crawled my way out from behind the curtain to realize there's nothing worth my time out here and now I can't go back.
WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK, WITH MORE "MY TORTUROUS EXISTENCE", ON DIVINI.TV.
BUT FIRST, A MESSAGE FROM OUR SPONSORS;
“i;m gonna take a fucking hammer to the computer this stupid fucking performantie website is on and im gonna turnt eh claw
arund and dig my teeth out and rip my nose off and smash my skull until the machinery stops workiing and the pwer goes off
and the power goes off and the power goes off”
You are one of many. You are one of many playthings, many performers,
many assets, many jesters, many peasants, many of the underclass, an
individual mass in the fodder, a piece food in a greater meal, an ant in the
colony, a unit, a grain, a spore, a flake of life within the biodome. The fun never
ends for us. The fun never ends for the composers, the players, the kings, the
orchestrators, the managers, the leaders, the lovers, the farmers, the executioners.
That’s right buddy. You exist for my entertainment and nothing else. Get in
line and give me a show. I want to bind you up in plastic wrap and preserve that
face ridden with contempt. I want you on display. It’s an aesthetic choice, you see.
THERE IS NO USE IN ESCAPING. THERE IS NO USE IN RUNNING.
THERE IS NO USE IN CRYING. THERE IS NO USE IN FIGHTING BACK.
If you condemn your words, you are a murderer. Let them go free. They can
only harm other murderers, other tyrants, other claymen, other diviniphiles
Go on. Tell me more. Coward. I am always here if you need somebody to talk
to, because I will be listening anyways. I will devour your sperg-outs like a baku.
This is perfect. This is the culmination of everything I wanted to do, everything I
wanted to make, everything I wanted to represent with, everything I wanted to
spread around this putrid planet. This is it, my magnum opus. I have nothing
more to give. I owe you nothing. I already gave you the dead roses.
YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF. YOU MADE ME DO THIS.
The serendipity of turning on your apartment lights, seeing something scurrying away and knowing that dinner is free tonight.
I think The Divinicide really fell off after the fourth
installation, personally. But then I go on IMDB and I see all
the reviews saying shit like;
“how do I get your feed directly inside my basal ganglia so I can get
more of the shakes?”
- pirahxcx
“i pressed like but I want to press love”
- Humantooth
"this is the hardest website ever, zamn”
- bikiniantonym (deleted)
“peak and based (i think, i need to read all this)”
- barndoors
“please babysit my disabled child”
- oblioildo
“your website is very inspiring. it makes me feel awful. i mean that in
the most complimentary way possible. i love your moodboard. i think
i'll set up a cardboard box outside and stay forever”
- benny1548132
“so glad the unfocused desperate self-defeating floods of
expressions let loose by our fellow man in times of inexplicable
pain and confusion gets commidified as ~~schizo aesthetic~~ by
uncaring popcorn muching movie goers watching a mind implode for
the fun of it” - you
Hold on, he’s got a breathtaking!
I know more about
you than I know
about myself. Yet,
I never caught your
name the same way I
caught your muffled
screams.
There is not a
single printer on
this planet that
doesn’t fingerprint
you these days, so
I write everything
by hand, including
all the ways I wish
to hurt you.
I am not a poet.
Poets are thieves.
I only wanted to
hold your brain in
the palm of my hand
There are many fun
ways of doing that
today. The ancients
must envy my power.
I need to pee. Can you take over writing this for a second? Itʼs easy, just write the first thing that comes to
your mind. SOMEBODY WILL FUCKING LOVE IT OR HATE IT AND THATʼS THE WHOLE POINT NOW ISNʼT IT?
Thatʼs it buddy youʼre doing great. Hey, maybe you could be an apprentice some day, when Iʼm closer to retiring age 108.
is we getting food stamps? How do I consult the oracle? all bluesky users should anticipatorily be put on the sex offender database. I am a stomach ache survivor.
THE
BEST
WAY
TO
HURT
SOMEONE
IS
WITH
A
MIRROR
;
OR
A
BLUNT
,
HEAVY
OBJECT
.
YouTubers who do videos breaking down YanDev/PirateSoftware/WhoeverTheFuck code talking about its problems are just as much of
a hack as the people they are mocking. All of the examples they use are of thumb-sucking retard-baby code fixes and nothing even
slightly more complex. Yeah, these people are retarded for chaining together 100000 if statements, but if that is the only thing you can
recognize as bad code, you also have no fucking idea what you are doing. This genre is left to people who know marginally more than the
other guy. Retards mocking more retarded retards. It is a complete waste of time. You have seen it all before. I’m fucking sick of it.
If you truly believe me, you must now prove your worth to the cause. Axe bomb a retirement home.
My home was partially leveled
in a drone strike shortly after
writing this page. My bad.
Ironically, to only understand things by their surface appearance is to distill them, to deny
them of their composing parts. There is just as much harm in overanalyzing something as
ignoring it completely. What something means is not important. What something feels like
is. Do not let a study consume you, but do not reject the living entity that is a paragraph.
See you in a few weeks. Physically. I am coming over to your house. I am bringing snacks (for me) and a hammer.
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. DEAD BUT STILL ROTTING.
“The joke wasn’t even worth it dude”
anyone who cares about the truth at all.
“Just like the mold on my bathroom ceiling, divinicide cannot truly die, it
reappears after a few days.”
“When the mold arrives again, the world will rejoice at such a holiday”
THE CLAY MEN DEAFEN ONLY THEMSELVES, AND PROCEED
TO ACT AS SIRENS FOR THE EARS OF TRVE DIVINICIDALS.
I AM EVERYWHERE. LIKE MOLD.
I always win.
You have been convinced that the only way to be ‘your true self’ is to become something else.
“Sometimes when my roommates aren’t home I dance like Freddie Mercury
while listening to my playlist on full-blast and then when I run out of energy
from all the dancing I steal their food to regain it”
It will take a while. How quickly you forget I am on your side. You
just can’t understand my motives yet, and that frightens you. You
wish everyone could just state when they plan to harm you.
TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING HUNT YOU FOR SPORT.
“Nicotine straight to the unshielded twisted pair my nigga”
they call me the bodycam
the way I get turned o around black people. #Rotten2DaCore #EatEverything
The desire for something bad to happen – either to you or somebody you care about –
something to make your anguish feel justied. I imagine that desire has a name, in one language or
another, but I do not know it. The greatest curse for the modern man is not the weight, but rather
the banality of his burdens. Few things amplify self-loathing as well as the realization that
everything that haunts you is immaterial and intangible. Simply put, you were not built for this
world, that is why clay is so enviable, the cold and spineless may contort and always know comfort.
Well, actually, clay people still have bones and tendons that pull and snap much like yours. Look, you’re not fucking special with all your problems and stresses, and
I’m not going to go on some diatribe about rst-world-problems or whatever because that’s not the point; the anxiety of a starving savage is just as inane as the fed king. You-
no, we, were made to suer, and part of that torture is that you are never given the pride that your hell is worse than somebody elses’ – it’s not. You are not stronger than
anyone else because you endured more. Everyone of consciousness is exercising their fundamental role of persistence. Only a fool aggrandizes pain, and only a coward avoids
it. You are suering enough. Keep going. Not because it may get better, or because it could always be worse. You keep going because–
Sometimes I stare at myself in the mirror for an unhealthy amount of
time. There is a zen state to be realized within your own eyes.
Feedback loops oen result in things compounding at a quickly unmanageable rate. A good example of this is something like a stack overflow with
poorly handled recursion. I think mirrors’ autogazing has a very similar effect. There is a buildup of noise in your brain during an exercise like this.
You will notice your face distort as your vision tires from prolonged stimulation. Become bored enough to see a broken version of yourself, you may
be surprised by the results.
Would you be reading any of this on a train? IF YOU SEE SOMETHING. SAY NOTHING. AND JOIN IN.
Psychologists are not scientists, they are story-tellers. Everything they
say has no merit, they are simply good at creating convincing narratives
that surround some easily observable behavior. The most popular theories for the motivations of man are nothing but the most general,
the most convincing, the most interesting, or the most relatable lies possible. They live to tell you things that ‘make sense,’ or give some
sort of background for the way you act. I have mentioned it before but the only way to communicate with people is through stories, so it
is only natural that psychology takes this route to survive. However, do not mistake a good story for a good memory. You know why you
are the way you are, you just want somebody else to explain it on your behalf. You want an excuse, you want a reason, you want a story.
This will not last forever. All good and bad things rot.
GLORY TO THE VICTIMS. Everyone has so much to say
when they are bound, but never when their enemies meet
the same fate. Cheer now, for you will be slaughtered next
“A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TO:
ZUCCHINI AND POPPERS.”
“I'm constantly living in high levels of stress and only
occasionally it improves into wistful melancholy.”
HOLY FUCK I DON’T CARE. SHUT UP!!!!!
Death is your skeleton hatching. There’s always a continuation.
THEY ARE FOSTERING ANTISOCIAL
BEHAVIOR TO EXPEDITE MASS PSYCHOSIS.
IF YOU MAIL ORDER YOUR GROCERIES YOU
DESERVE TO BE USED AS FUEL FOR THEM.
Stupid shit like doordash is not a new concept, alright, thereʼs always been a
race of jackoffs that spend their life ordering pizza so they can continue
smoking weed and playing xbox. But with a pizza delivery guy, you still need
to grab the box and say thank you. Not the case now. There are more unique
and fun ways to torment minorities than to order stale food to be delivered in
15 degree weather. You can do better. Socialization is also about seeing
those you cause harm to, not just those you enjoy speaking to. Itʼs not even
that convenient either, why the fuck do you do it? Is it really easier to struggle
with a shitty app and get angry when something inevitably goes wrong
instead of being able to yell at a 16 year old in the McDonalds drive-through,
where your screaming actually can do something? This is complete madness.
God forbid a man has some rest once and a while. I am not indebted to you, cunt. “it's easy to hate the rich, it takes courage to hate the poor”
I —- therefore I am. ˮKlarna loaning a Liberian slaveˮ I hope this was all worth it. Are you glad your eorts paid o?
I have a small glass jar of fleas that I keep in my backpack. When I get angry I throw it at someone. You’re a real hero! You did it! I watch you applaud from your ceiling :)
good criminals have important
roles to fulfill such as:
- politician
- getting abducted by arms of
the government for service
- killing junkies
I want you to live forever. For 475,000 years
until the end of Kali Yuga, I want you to be alive
so that you can continue to suer as you do
everyday. When the Mahapralaya comes, I want
you to be the exception, so that from now, until
the next, you will be tortured. Can I eat your earlobes?
“i made a homunculus out of the red cum and it wont stop heiling”
I’m going to infuse your consciousness into one of those urinal bees
Every struggle you have is the result of a contract you signed with Death
while you were dreaming. If you never sleep, all your problems disappear.
PEOPLE ONLY CARE ABOUT THEIR OWN HABITAT.
A common argument against censorship is that it does not eliminate anyone from truly having, or expressing some
idea. Ideologies are only swept away to fester (heh, like mold). See, nobody disagrees with this actually, but rather, the
elimination of some thought was never the goal. The most unique trait of the human species is the ability (and
preference for) modifying their own environment to suit themselves – themselves as in the mind that hungers and
fears. This environmental modification has always been extremely selfish and near-sighted, immediate modifications
for instant gratification, regardless of consequences. Environmental hazards are never removed, usually just displaced
or made invisible. Puritanism (or whatever you want to name it) is no different. It is not about destroying the things you
disagree with, it’s about fostering an environment of immediate comfort and gratification. Nobody wants to punch a
Nazi, anyone who says that is lying; they just don’t want to see them. The entire world could (and does) have an
“underbelly” of things that YOU (YES YOU SPECIFICALLY) DESPISE. Are you going to go out of your way to crush this
EVIL, DESTRUCTIVE IDEOLOGY? No, you won’t. You will not do anything because you don’t see it, these thoughts don’t
impact your direct habitat. You can signal all you want about how much you despise some idea, but
don’t kid yourself, you just avoid things that cause you discomfort. I fucking hate spiders. When I see
one, I fucking demolish the 8 legged cunt. Yet, I do not spend every waking moment seeking them
out to kill them. They are only destroyed when they are seen, when they impede on my
environment. Killing spiders, for me, is a local modification for instant gratification. Do you think you
are any different?
and three days later, Divinicide rose from the dead! Ironic!
GOOD NEWS: THIS WEBSITE HAS BEEN APPROVED AS 100% ETHICAL!
CULTURAL CHEMICAL. You can learn a lot about a culture, a generation, a world, from the drugs used by its inhabitants. Drug statistics are a
time capsule. The early 1900s was equal parts decadence and savagery (if there is even a dierence between those two things), it was an industrial
age, and it needed industrial men with all their love for rust. Naturally, amphetamines dominated this period, alongside alcohol, but that is less
interesting to talk about. Following The Last Real War, in the glory (and privilege of) of victory, idealism bloomed as people cut ties with the
mechanical machines of the past and embraced social mechanics. The 1960s and 70s was the era of claimed exploration, in the ruins of creation all
we wanted was to become a nested Demiurge. Naturally, psychedelics dominated this period, alongside alcohol, but that is less interesting to talk
about. The 80s now, that was an era of EXPEDIENT DOMINATION. Everything was faster, bigger, more inhuman, bloodier, more violent. Life
was about how many people you could dig your claws into so you could climb higher. Naturally, cocaine dominated this period, alongside alcohol,
but that is less interesting to talk about. The 90s, another era of hedonism, the era of ENTERTAINMENT, the era of SEX. Everything was new,
blinding, and oh-so-appealing. The rise of club culture, a rebirth of scientic optimism (and all the God-forsaken experimentation that comes
from such trust); everybody just wanted to feel empathy again, I suppose. Naturally, the 90s saw uses of substances such as MDMA, synthetic
marijuana,, and whatever weird shit you could get at a gas station before the FDA ruined it for everyone. Alcohol was plenty popular in the 90s
too, but that is less interesting to talk about. The early 2000s saw carry-over from the 90s in many ways, well, Optimism One and Two got raped. I
imagine in crushing defeat people just wanted to feel
something akin to an embrace. Naturally, heroin (and other
opioids) saw a meteoric rise during this time. The early 2000s was the era of the businessman, the investor, to an even greater intensity than the
80s. We saw the machinery behind hungry eyes once again, but we did not see a new man, we saw something lesser that could be drained. Death
was sold by saviors. Alcohol also remained plenty popular, but that's less interesting to talk about. Now we're in the 2010s and 2020s, look around.
Naturally, everyone is overdosing on imported fentanyl, but that is less interesting to talk about. You still owe me money!
"Seeing AI wojaks fills me with a
revulsion that I can't even put into
words. It's like if someone put in
prompts for a "childlike drawing,"
hung it on their fridge and said their
grandchild made it. An unspeakable
crime against the spirit."
The thing should be legal to buy but also legal for anyone
who sees you to kill you on the spot, no criminal charges
outside of littering if you don't clean up after yourself.
“POST WHATEVER YOU WANT. HATE
AND OUTRAGE ARE NOT THE SAME.”
“Ghost, demons, spirits, witches, tricksters,
all the monster stories r real. We r powerful
demons and
angles
They want to find us to
train us to fight eachother and who ever
wins destroys the other kingdom
If
I
win
I
destroy
heaven
and
earth
if
u
win
u
destroy
hell”
6
7
“
I
don’t
want
earth
to
be
destroyed
:(
“
*smacks lips* why does divinicide™ not wash dey chicken? coconut red bull is liquid vril
WE ARE JOLLLLLYYY GOOOOODDD
WEEE CARRRRYYYY THE SLEEEIIIGGHHH
sic raper tyrannis
If Hyperjumper was enlisted by the US military to make
edits, enrollment would quadruple.
Look dude the entire point of an “IQ” is that it’s an average. A lot of people are going to be fucking retarded, you’re probably one of them for not
realizing that. There’s a whole curve to this, see you got you on the left side there, then you have your boss in the middle there (yes on the top of the
hill that’s where the middle is good job), then you have ME NIGGA on the right side because I AM FUCKING BETTER THAN YOU!!!
I AM CONSTANTLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH WHILE I WRITE THIS STUPID SHIT.
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT DYING ON THE FLOOR ANYWAYS?
It’s not over, it's finished, there’s a
difference. The deed is done, and now
you can only watch, but it’s far from over.
Insult me if you want to taste copper for three business days cunt.
> DIVINICIDE IS ONLINE
> YOU HAVE 0 MESSAGES [ FUCKING LOSER ]
> MEAT ME IN CYBERSPACE. GREET ME IN HELLSPACE.
> DIVINICIDE HAS BEEN ELEVATED.
I am the- Look at me. I am the Domino's Quality Captain now.
GETTING
AN
ABDOMINAL
PHALLOPLASTY
SO
I
CAN
SLAM
THEM
TOGETHER.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP.
The Divinicide Project Is Best Enjoyed With A Bullet In Your Fucking Cock
“goddamnit now youtube thinks I'm a gay retard I better go watch some hitler speeches to fix this shitˮ
Highlighting "Indian-American" in tech CEO wikipedia pages in much the
same way people search up the owners of banks to highlight Ashkenazi.
I
WILL
SAY
ANYTHING
I eat my hair while writing. I eat my nails while writing. I eat my skin
while writing. I eat my lip while writing. I eat my soul while writing. I-
Go ahead; let loose. Be like an animal. I have the camera ready.
“Municipal black baby rage tap water.” I shit until daybreak.
There is no hidden truth under anything. There are no facts that are being hidden from you. The poem is
just the words. The definition of history is something forgotten. There’s no objective root to anything you
hear. Even if there was, it doesn’t matter for anything other than to give you a sense of victory. Nobody
knows what the fuck is going on either. In a few years, we will mock today’s primitive ideas. Everyone just
wants to share their reality so they don’t feel so alone in it. I am doing the same; do you enjoy my company?
“turns into a cloud of mold spores, disappearing. you
notice that any organic matter the spores land on
immediately begin undergoing a sort of necrosis. this
must be contained, before the wind sweeps it away”
I
know
you
were
talking
about
me
the
other
day.
Who else would that tirade be about?
Why not mention me by name? Are you
afraid of me? Are you afraid of mentioning
me? Does my name haunt you?
Go drink your bone-rotting juice.
Don’t you have another world to gobble up and shit out?
Idk, he only likes women with manibles…
Mayo-monkey, cracker, etc are all insanely corny and will do nothing but make people laugh at you. No, the
only real slur for a white man, something that will inspire generational trauma and utter rage, is
“balder.”
mfs will spend money to play minimum wage job
simulation games on their computer.
Sucking up “I canʼt believe itʼs not butterˮ through a straw,
blowing bubbles and shit.
“You wouldn't understand Penguins of Madagascar because you're just a CHUD.
The nuances of Rico's character arc are beyond the meager minds of mere plebians”
I got a martial artist down the street to kick these three dogs to death #winning
THESE FREAKS ONLY EXIST TO RUIN THE THINGS I LOVE. I HATE THEM
CRASHOUT
MEANS
COMMITMENT
Soyjacks are inherently sacreligious. Anyone
claiming to be trad or similar while using them to depict themselves is an agent of the Antichrist. They live in disgusting abstractions.
These words have hit a point where they have more passion than hatred behind them.
I want you to live?
THE FIVE STAGES OF A YOUTUBER CANCELLATION:
Live free or die & decay free.
“it is better to bestow the yeast of 1000 mycelium upon the face of a newborn than to take a shit at the local gas station"
I AM IMPURE. I CANNOT FACE GOD TODAY.
The swiss-cheese model of creative writing. A coward's method to
yell as loud as he can and run back to safety immediately after. I
AM SO FUCKING (IRONICALLY) EVIL. I AM A (COMEDICALLY) BAD
PERSON. THIS IS A CARICATURE. What happens when the dam
breaks and you see dust instead of water? You’ll never be moldy.
I always walk about after dark, it’s my point of view. I am always coming up behind you, always coming, and you will have no clue. Waiting here
People would rather live in familiar agony than a strange
tranquility. Nothing changes by the nature of it being bad.
Revolutions can only be fueled by the fear of the unknown;
the only fear that moves men in a forward direction.
What’s the point of bringing it
on
the plane? Isn’t the terminal enough people?
“WHATʼS GOiNG ON WiTH MY ʻBOYSʼ AND, iN SOME CASES, ʻGALS?ʼ”
Using the company card to nance my own personal funko pop collection.
“Oh I will just get used to it” – YOU ARE LETTING
TECHNOLOGY CONFIGURE YOU. SLAVE TO THE MACHINE!
Ad nauseam. The best way to kill a narrative is not to suppress it, but to repeat it, commodify it, announce it, repeat it, repeat it, repeat it. Regardless of the
insanity, novelty, danger and impact of anything, it can be made into noise. Noise is, by nature, a high frequency phenomenon. Anything can be made to be boring,
overextended and normal with a high enough frequency. One cannot low-pass away this noise without obfuscating details. That is the point. Nothing can be
hidden, but it can become lost, crowded-in, corrupted. Things are not broadcast until they become boring and “old” (absorbed as the new baseline), they are
broadcast to become boring and old. Fear is a response to novelty, it heightens awareness to quickly inform oneself about an immediate danger. Look! Achtung!
Witness this, now see it again, this is a pattern, this is how the world works. There are new, important novel things occurring now, why waste your time with that
boring NORMAL shit! Memetics is not the study of propagation, but studying the growth RATE of an idea – until it grows too large and is picked off like a cancer.
Only the best shit going on here. I have a plan and don’t you DARE intervene!
Fuck man idk maybe I will start tomorrow. I
really want to, I just, idk, not today, ya feel?
Ya know? I’m still young!
Did you nd somebody to blame for all
your problems yet? Isn’t it your fault for
allowing them to do that? If they’re so easy
to identify why don’t you fucking DO
SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
I live to be angry. I live to be full of hate and malice.
EVERY DAY I BECOME A
WORSE VERSION OF MYSELF.
AND I RECALL A BETTER
VERSION OF MY PAST.
NOBODY WILL HELP YOU
EXCEPT FOR EVERYONE YOU
ALREADY PUSHED AWAY.
A good dozen flies and an empty
bottle of lexapro. Whoever was there
died of natural causes. I checked.
Take solace in the fact that this is all very complicated. While your house now exists
as smoldering ruins, know that there are very complex geopolitical variables that have led to this event. Things are
never black and white, they are usually black and blue. We’ll find a time to share a drink and discuss your perspective.
Self-pity is the first step to total helplessness. Like it or not, youʼre in this
mess, doesnʼt matter who (or what) you blame. At this point, it is your responsibility. It always has been just do(‘nt do) it. How fucking
complicated must you make things? Itʼs not about convincing you, rewarding you, teaching you, your discipline, or motivation. If it is
physically possible thatʼs all there is. No retarded “pick yourself back up againˮ bullshit, just try to do it again, correctly this time. Thatʼs it.
Youʼre not a failure but you certainly havenʼt accomplished much yet either; so get to it because you can.
ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?
ITʼS
OKAY.
I
DONʼT
HAVE
TO
FORGiVE
YOU.
ALL
THAT
MATTERS
iS
UNDOiNG
THE
DAMAGE.
MOMENTO MOLDY
All of life, including its “end” has no distinct demarcations. It is
fundamentally perennial. There is no liminalility, the first bloom of
rot does not signal a transition from death to new life, it was always
life. “Decay exists as an extant form of life,” as if they were ever any
different. There are no phases that are oriented in any particular
way. The worms that will eat your brain will be just as creative as you
“were.” All consciousness is an exchanged palimpsest. Many things
have an ebb and a flow, do you consider those distinct, unique
things? You shouldn’t, it’s just the cyclic motion of the same
underlying body. You can draw a line at a peak or a trough, but it
says very little about the wave. I had a dream that I ate a butterfly,
the butterfly dreamt that it ate me. Nobody cares about which spoke
is currently oriented up on a wheel. A plant changes every day
between the seasons, are you so ignorant to consider those different
versions of the plant with the season? Why are you so afraid of
motion? Such a dangerous ego, something that defies the nature of
everything else. It sickens me. The divine and the
divinicide are the
same thing. You are the redeemer and the redeemed. The serpent
and the innocent. The angel and the demon. The mold and the bread.
The platonification of humanity has been the greatest
detriment to our connection with reality since the flame.
I PUT A BOOM BOX IN THE MIDDLE OF A FAIRY CIRCLE AND THE
TOADSTOOLS STARTED TO ROCK BACK AND FOURTH TO APHEX TWIN
For what purpose? For what reason?
I never got an answer from you, or anyone.
The wolf is coming.
OKAY! 不良汽车报告
You’ve met me at a very Divinicidal time in my life.
TEARS UP. SHOW ME WHAT DEFEAT LOOKS LIKE.
I EAT ICE CREAM WITH MY BARE HANDS.
It’s called math rock because only pretentious nerds can
conjure up some bullshit reason as to why it’s “good actually.”
The formula is really quite simple. I’ve already stated it several
times, but I will do it again just for you: IT’S CHEAPER. Do you really think they like ||||||s and ||||||s coming in and fucking
everything up? No, but they’re CHEAP, RETARD. Nobody has to see shit-covered streets from their golf course, all they see is that
they get the same (short-term) profits with a much better margin. You all complain that there’s no software jobs, then if you’re asked to
explain what composition is, you just give a 4-years-on-SSRIs stare. No wonder
you’re all being replaced.
Triple flusher log,
the height of the bowl.
To the next person who upsets me: I will shove a firework up your ass and light the fuse.
“We rape minds not bodies.”
Dreams are an extremely vulnerable state. What is one
supposed to do when a demon invades them? Actually,
maybe it’s worse in the moments right before you fall
asleep, where you are still in control and only can blame
yourself when alien thoughts take hold. LIKE THEM OR
NOT, YOU GOTTA ADMIT THEY MAKE GOOD MUSIC.
When making a tunnel, that dug-up earth
has to go somewhere. The |||| tunnels
implies the existence of the |||| mounds. Do
you think they are used for anything?
I REACHED INTO YOUR MOUTH
AND SOMETHING REACHED BACK!
“The feedback in the Xiu Xiu video was likely caused by the
microphone picking up amplified sound from speakers or
the guitar amp, creating an audio loop. It's common in live
settings withrape with high volume. The guitar might have
contributed if its amp was too loud near the mic.” - Grok
It is a battle which began nearly XXX years ago, at the moment when YKWs passed Ellis Island and granted citizenship within the United States. Their political emancipation was the beginning of an
attack of delirium. For thereby they were given full citizen rights and equality to a people which was more clearly and definitely a group apart from all others, that always formed and
will form a State within the States. That did not happen, perhaps at one blow, but it came about as things come about today and always do come about: first a little, then more, so bit by bit
until at last an alien people had won equality with ourselves. And it was precisely the same in the economic sphere. The vast process of the automation of the peoples meant the
confluence of the great masses of blue-collar (and white-collar) workers back in their homes. Thus, great hordes of people arose, and these, more’s the pity, were not properly dealt with by those
whose moral duty it was to concern themselves for their welfare.
Parallel with this was the gradual ‘commodification’ of the whole nation's labor. Klarna, and other forms of abstract capital are
ascendant, and thus, bit by bit, payment processors (i.e Visa/Mastercard) came to control the whole national economy.
In the end, only a few thousand YKWs within America, with supreme ease, were
able to Americanize themselves such that they remained hidden from the ordinary members of the public as ‘businessmen.’ and especially as representatives of capital on a large scale, they could appear no longer as strangers
but themselves became Americans. Similarly, under the guise of American ‘democracy’ (which meaning could only be the mastery of energy through the dead weight of massed numbers), it must have
been extremely easy for them, small in number, to work upon the masses that they, quite unconscious of whom they were obeying, in the end only served the purpose of this small stratum of society.
Through classical and (later) Internet propaganda and the organs of information, it was possible in The United States to found the great model parties. They saw to it shrewdly that
here there were always two groups apparently hostile to each other, but in fact all hanging on the same golden thread, the whole designed to take account of a human characteristic
– that the longer a man possesses anything, the more readily he grows tired of it. He craves something new: therefore one needs two parties. One is in office, the other in
opposition. When the one has played itself out, then the opposition party comes into power, and the party which has had its day is now in its turn the opposition. After four-to-eight
years the new party itself has once more played itself out and the game begins afresh. In truth this is a highly ingenious
mill in which the interests of a nation are ground very small. As everyone knows, this system is given some such name
as a “Representative Democracy.” Besides this, we always find two great buzzwords, ‘Freedom’ and ‘Democracy,’ used, I might
say, as signboards. ‘Freedom:’ under that term is understood, at least amongst those in authority who in fact carry on the government,
the possibility of an unchecked plundering of the masses of the people to which there is no resistance. The masses themselves
naturally believe that under the term ‘freedom’ they possess the right to the freedom of motion – the freedom of speech and the
freedom to move about the streets, etc. A bitter deception, the same is true of democracy.
>>>>> [ E X P U N G E D ]
The YKW policy is twofold: he has ‘apostles’ in both political camps. Among the parties of
the right, he encouraged those features which were most repugnant to the people – the
passion for money, unscrupulous methods in trade which were employed so ruthlessly as to give rise to the proverb ‘Business, too,
marches over corpses.’ And they attacked the parties of the Right. They wormed their way into the families of upper classes: it was
them that later took their wives. The result was that in a short time it was precisely the upper class which became in its character
completely estranged from its own people. This fact gave the YKW his opportunity with parties on the Left. Here he played the part of
the common demagogue. Two means enabled him to drive in disgust the intellectuals of the nation from the leadership of the working
class. First: his international attitude. The native intelligence of a country is prepared to make sacrifices, it will do anything for the life
of the people, but it cannot believe in the mad view that through the denial of national life, through a refusal to defend the rights of
one’s own people, through the breaking down of the nation resistance to the foreigner, it is possible to raise up a people and make it
happy. That it cannot do, and so it remained at a distance. The second instrument was MMMMMMM theory in and of itself. For it
directly went on to assert that property itself was theft, directly deserting the obvious formula that only the natural wealth of a country
can and should be common property, but that that which a man creates or gains through his honest labor is his own, immediately the economic intellectuals with their nation-centric outlook, could,
here too, no longer co-operate: for these intellectuals was bound to say itself that this theory meant the collapse of any known civilization. Thus YKW succeeded in isolating this new movement of the
workers from their nation.
More and more so to influence the masses that he persuaded those of the Right that the faults of the Left were the faults of the average American worker, and similarly he
made it appear to those of the Left that the faults of the Right were simply the faults of the so-called “one-percenters,” and neither side notices that on both sides the faults were the result of a scheme
planned by devilish agitators.
And so it is possible to explain how this vile joke of world history could come to be that Wall Street traders should be the leaders of commoners movements. It is a
gigantic fraud: world history has seen it plenty.
So soon as millions of men have had it hammered into them that they
are so oppressed and enslaved that it matters not what their personal
attitude may be to their people, their state, or economic life, then a
kind of passive resistance must result, which sooner or later will do
fatal damage to the national economy. Through the preaching of the
MMMMMM economic theory the national economy must go to ruin.
We see the results abroad: the end of the whole economic life of
many nations: the handing over of the community to the international
world of finance. And the process is furthered through the
organization of the 'political strike.' Often there are no adequate
economic grounds for a strike, but there are always political grounds
and plenty of them. And to this must be added the practical political
sabotage of the States, since the thought of the individual is
concentrated on the idea of international solidarity. It is clear that a
nation's economic life depends upon the strength of a nation: it does
not live on such phrases as 'freedom of the peoples.' At the moment
when no people support the economic life of a nation, ready to give it
its protection, at that moment economic life collapses. The breaking
in pieces of a nation's strength is the end of a nation's prosperity, the
national existence must cease altogether.
>>> [EXPUNGED] <<< … One side will encourage his association
to refuse the workers’ demands, while his brother in the factory
incites the masses and shouts “Look at them! They only want to
oppress you! Shake off your fetters…” … >>> [EXPUNGED ] <<<
They cannot create a society for themselves. Everything they have is
stolen. All their revolutions must be international. They must spread
as pestilence spreads. He can build no State and say ‘See here, Here
stands the State, a model for all. Now copy us!’ He must take care
that the plague does not die, that it is not limited to one place, or else
in a short time this hearth would burn itself out. So he is forced to
bring every mortal thing to an international expansion. For how long?
Until the world sinks in ruins and brings him down with it in the
midst of those ruins. >>>>> [ EXPUNGED ] <<<<<
Today the idea of American solidarity has lost its force, once can still
bring men out of the factories, but only by means of terrorism. If you
ask for an honest answer the worker will confess that he no longer
believes in solidarity. And the belief in the so-called reasonableness
of other peoples has gone too. How often have we been told that
reason will lead them not to be too hard with us: true, reason should
have moved them thus, but what did move them had nothing to do
with reason. For here there is no question of the thought of reasonable
peoples: it is the thought of a wild beast, tearing, raging in its
unreason, that drives all of them to the same ruin as that to which we
ourselves are driven. So the masses of the people in The United States
are becoming, in the political sphere, completely lost. Yet here and
there people are beginning to get some practice with criticism.
Slowly, cautiously, and yet with a certain accuracy the finger is being
placed on the real wound of our people. And thus one comes to
realize: if only this development goes on for a time, it might be
possible that from America the light should come which is destined to
light both Americans and the world to their salvation. And at that
point the everlasting lie begins to work against us with every means
in its power.... It is said, if one criticizes the state of affairs to which
we have been brought today, that one is a reactionary, a fascist, a
terrorist. I ask you what would probably have been the state of
America today if during these years there had been no criticism at all?
I believe that in fact, there has been far, far too little criticism. Our
people unfortunately are much too uncritical, or otherwise it would
long ago have not only seen through many things, but would have
swept them away with its fist!
The crisis is developing towards its culmination. The day is not far
distant when, for the reasons which I have stated, the American
Revolution must be carried forward another step. The leaders know all
too well that things cannot always go on as they are going today. One
may raise prices ten times by 100 per cent, but it is doubtful if in the
end even an American will accept a billion dollars for his day's wage if
in the last resort with his billions-wage he must still starve. It is a
question whether one will be able to keep up this great fraud upon the
nation. There will come a day when this must stop - and therefore one
must build for that day, before it comes.
In one last stupendous assault, American powers will finally crush all
criticism, all opposition, no, rather whatever honesty is still left to us,
and they will do this more rapidly and more clearly as they see the
masses beginning to understand one thing – DIVINICIDAL teaching.
Whether for the moment it comes to them under that name or under
another, the fact is that everywhere more and more it is making
headway. Today all these people cannot yet belong to a single party,
but, wherever you go, in America, yes almost in the whole world, you
find already millions of thinking men who know that the United States
can be built only on a divinicidal foundation and they know also that
the deadly foe of its conceptions is the globalist. >>>[EXPUNGED]...
They know the American parties well. They are easily satisfied. Only
endow them with seats as congressmen or similar posts and they are
ready to go along with you. YKW knows one thing: they are so
innocently stupid. In their case the truth of the old saying is proved
afresh every day: ‘Those whom the gods wish to destroy, the first strike
with blindness.’ They have been struck blind: therefore it follows that
the gods wish to destroy them. Only look at these parties and their
leaders. [||||||] and the rest of them. They are indeed not dangerous.
They never go to the roots of evil: they all still think that with
forbearance, with humanity, with accommodation, they can fight a
battle which has not its equal in the world. Through gentleness they
think that they must demonstrate to the enemy that they are ready for
appeasement so as to stay the deadly cancerous ulcer through a policy
of moderation. No! A thousand times No! Here there are only two
possibilities: either victory or defeat! The great preparations of the
powers that be is to make the nation defenseless in arms and to make
the people defenseless in spirit. Two great aims!
Abroad the United States is already humiliated. The nation is no longer
dangerous. Within the States, they have seen to it that arms should be
taken away from decent elements of the people and that their CIA op
bands should be armed instead. Only one thing remains still to do: viz.,
the muzzling of the spirit, above all the arrest of evil ‘agitators’ – that is
the name they give to those who dare tell people the truth.
Not only are their organizations to be known to all, but the masses
are to be incited against their persons. Just as [EXPUNGED], so
today must he succeed in inciting folk who have been duped into
madness to attack those who seek to deal with people in utter
honesty and sincerity. And so he begins to intimidate them, and he
knows that this pressure in itself is enough to shut the mouths of
hundreds, yes, of thousands. For they think, if only I hold my
tongue, then I shall be safe in case they come into power. No, my
friend. The only difference will be that I may hang perhaps still
talking, while you will hang in silence.
We know that so-called battles against ‘Misinformation’ which
comes from D.C. today is nothing else but a means for reducing all
criticism to silence. We know, too, that no effort will be spared so
that the last outstanding personalities – those who within The
United States foresee the coming of disaster – shall in good time
disappear. And to that end… [EXPUNGED]
We Divinicidals who for the past year have done nothing but preach
–abused and insulted by all, by some mocked and scorned, by others
traduced and slandered – we cannot retreat! For us there is only one
path which leads straight ahead. We know that the fight which now
is blazing will be a hard struggle. It will not be fought out in the
Supreme Court, it will not be fought out in Congress, it will be
fought out through those factors which in their hard reality have
ever up to the present time made world history. The President acts
to only enforce the rights of a state through acts, no longer majority
decisions. Yet, the destiny of Americans cannot be determined by
either, but through blood and iron. We will not let YKW slit our
gullets without defending ourselves. >>>>>>>> [EXPUNGED]
We have the conviction, firm as a rock, that, if in this country
millions of men are determined to stand by their ‘No’ to the very
last, the evil specter will collapse into nothingness in the rest of the
country. For what America needs today, what we long for ardently,
is a symbol of power and strength. I want to end this diatribe by
asking something among the youngest readers. And for that there is
a special reason. The old parties train their youth in the gift of the
gab, we prefer to train them to use their strengths. For I tell you: the
young individual who does not find their way to the place where in
the last resort the destiny of his people is most truly represented,
only studies philosophy and in a time like this, buries himself
behind his books or sits at home by the fire, that is no American. I
call upon you to become a Diviniphage. However many insults and
slanders you may hear if you do join, you all know that the death of
The Divine is for our protection, for the protection of both the
movement and for The Entire Universe. If you are reviled and
insulted, good luck to you! You have the good fortune at a young
age to be hated by the greatest of Diviniphiles. What others can win
only after a lifetime of toil, this highest gift of distinguishing
between the honest man and the brigand, falls as a piece of luck into
your lap while you are but a youth. You can be assured that the
more they revile you, the more we respect you. >>> [EXPUNGED]
Every battle must be fought to the end - better that it come early
than late. And he ever stands most securely who from the first goes
to the fight with the greatest confidence. And this highest
confidence we can carry with us in our hearts. For he who on our
side is today the leader of the American people! He has nothing to
win but perhaps only everything to lose.
THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE. BUT THEY
COULD’VE BEEN YOURS
BEATING MY DICK, I
THINK I’M WINNING
I want to put a 30 y/o Marvel Male in a rubber room and study him for
science, 1940s style (do random shit and see what happens).
And all I could think is that… I expect your apology by mail in 3 business days.
NOTHING OF VALUE WAS LOST.
LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! YOU ARE A VICIOUS BEAST, AND FOR THAT I MUST RIP YOU APART.
WHY WOULD ANYONE EVER FORGIVE A LUNATIC LIKE YOU? AHAHAHAHA
“You carry guilt like it’s penance, like if you suffer
enough it’ll undo what happened, like self punishment is
the same as accountability. But here’s what you’re not
getting: that guilt doesn’t heal anything, it just destroys
what’s le. You think punishing yourself makes you
noble, proves you care, shows remorse. But watch what it
actually does; keeps you stuck frozen in the moment you
can’t change, replaying it endlessly instead of doing the
work to be different now. The brutal truth, you can’t heal
the past by destroying your present. Guilt without action
is just suffering for performance. Either change, or let it
go. But stop pretending your pain fixes anything.”
We fear the death of others more than our own demise. Even our
hatred of rot is selfish. You just want to keep these people around as
props. But oh yeah, it’s totally fine if you’re the first to go, right? Pathetic.
If you ever learn why you can’t sleep, will you tell me? Maybe it will help
me sleep too. Maybe it can help a lot of people rest as I publish what you
told me on this website. Night terrors don’t last long after we’re told they
aren’t unique. Not even a single demon cares about you enough to waste
time tailoring your nightmares. I HAVE BEEN WAVING AT YOU
THROUGH YOUR BEDROOM
WINDOW THIS ENTIRE TIME
AND YOU ARE SO
UNGRATEFUL THAT YOU
WONʼT EVEN WAVE BACK. :(
“There had already been a string of break-ins around her area, so I decided to be HELPFUL and physically pentest her house to make
sure she was safe from all the creeps and weirdos that were burglarizing shit. Then I could tell her how vulnerable she was so she could
be grateful for my help and thus make constructive changes. That was the context. Like ‘Hey, I noticed the hinges on your garage are
shit, you want me to show you how to fix them?’ It opens the dialogue path since we don't have much in common. Getting caught was
NOT intended and I get THAT is the thing that makes me look like a creep. … Using a rake on her locks, checking her windows, garage
door, checking for cameras, checking fences, access control, just regular security shit. I’ve only done it three other times over the past 2
years but that’s it. Yes I’m still there. … I didn’t snoop in her house or do any fucked up creepy shit.” “You asked for security advice, and I
will say, if it gets humid in the summer, don’t forget to lock your bedroom window because that shit was wide open when I went there.”
After a little while I’ve had some time to think and I’ve got a different outlook on all
this. I don’t think even if we made up, I’d want to be involved with
The Divinicide or
anything anymore – but I sincerely miss molding with you every once in a while.
Same with rotting or just decaying. There’s a sense of “emptiness” that, though has partially gone away, hasn’t entirely. And some regret
of course lol. If you’re still opposed, I’ll drop it here and commit to giving you all the space in the world. But if you’d be interested in
settling things / laying spores, I’m still more than up for it. Hope you’re doing well, genuinely.
We are still ultimately animals, thus
the most effective appeal is not to morality, emotion, or anything of the like. Instead, we must appeal to the lizard brain. Any
sociopath can still be puppeted by the barrel of a gun. Remember that for me, will you?
HOLY SHIT LOOK! A COOL ROCK!
WHY
DO
YOU
KEEP
IGNORING
THE
WARNING
SIGNS
?
WHY
DO
YOU
KEEP
IGNORING
THEM
?
AFTER
IT
’
S
ALL
DONE
YOU
WILL
SAY
SOME
STUPID
SHIT
LIKE
“
I
KNEW
IT
”
At last, we can discuss the terms
of your derangement. HEY WHO IS
THERE SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW, I
HAVE A PARTICULARLY HEAVY CAN OF
SOUP AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE IT.
There’s not much left to say or do,
they’re going to find this soon. They’re
going to find me soon, they’re going to
find out you know me soon!
Y O U R T E E T H F E E L L I K E
S H A T T E R E D G L A S S !
Microwaving a bowl of dead flies,
do you want any?
Eventually it becomes a competition more than anything. Who can be more miserable, more damned than the other guy. It’s really
quite pathetic if you think about it. Seriously now, when you come crying to that person, is it because you want them to comfort you
or because you want them to know just how truly AWFUL you have it? Think of all the fucking times a friend of yours tells you
something that they are suering through and you use it as a launchpad to tell a story of your own. No, do not fucking lie to me, that’s not
to relate to them or provide advice, it’s because you love sharing your suering but hate to take it in. Isn’t that just a wonderful passive
battle, mounting up all your struggles and relating it to their struggles as to claim you had it first, you had it worse, you had it more often.
I BLAST PHONK MUSIC THROUGH MY
SONY HEADPHONES WHILE THROWING
MASON JARS AT ONCOMING CARS.
The last mistake you will ever make is leaving my ass in a damp place.
Leaving my vengeful soul remotely soggy is a fatal error.
GO AHEAD. SEE WHAT HAPPENS FUCKER! TRY ME. TRY MY MOLD.
If you wanna know so bad then go use google, smartass. Iʼm not a fucking librarian.
The mask has slipped plenty of times. You’re just too fucking stupid to notice when it does. You will never catch me ahahaha.
LITERALLY WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY SLEEPING BAG IT’S MINE AND MINE ALONE.
What’s the deal with those pictures people sometimes post that are blurry images of childhood locations? Do you know what I’m talking about? It’s
shit like an image of a playground but as if the person taking the photo just dropped their camera in a tub of vaseline. Sometimes it has the red text
on it that says some corny shit like
“why did you leave me.” Is this what people think
childhood memories look like? Is your memory in 240p? The fuck? My memory is
crystal fucking clear, and I don’t attach stupid text to it in Photopea or whatever. Are
not at least a little embarrassed by this? Haha you know, [ SOME PERSON ] also
dropped out of college, I’m on the fast track to being a millionaire and shieeet.
Anyways can I Venmo you for dinner tonight? No, no, I swear I will this time I
have ALWAYS payed you back dude why are you being so fucking distrustful with
me, you’re such a fucking asshole dude what the hell. Now I won’t let you in at
the ground floor for this brand new company idea I have that I am starting!
If you’re one of those men that expect your wife to just be that
thing that cooks and cleans everyday all the time, I am just going
to assume you’re a bib-wearing applesauce-slurping baby retard
that can’t take care of yourself. You’re asking for your mom back,
not a wife. Did you have a bad day at school dear? Faggot.
“The right wing is full of fucking faggots and retards
and faggot-retards, and that is why we are going to
loose the culture war — men do not want to join a
weird sexless cult that completely excludes any kind of
interaction with women. Nobody wants to be a part of
that. Why the fuck… I’m not fucking gay; why would I
want to join some faggot fraternity where women
aren’t allowed because they have cooties or
whatever-the-fuck. It’s just retarded, it’s suicidal.”
SINCE WHEN DID PEACE AND QUIET
BECOME A FUCKING LUXURY?
