YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I wish I could take all my oldie knowledge, and imbue a younger person with it, in exchange for marriage

https://youtu.be/SSMemfHh7Og

Quick rundown of my churches tenets before the final one is revealed on Friday

Nothingness
Be Joyous
Perseverance
Curiosity
Letting Go
Hope

No speech crimes, there is no speech that is illegal, even if it is a threat, even if the threat is credible, even if it's a call to violence, it is speech, and it is protected

I wish I could make it so that everything was leftist just the way I like it except for a few things like-

Only monogamy, serial monogamy even, but it has to be monogamy or the sexual organs will liquify themselves through a genetic protocol

No restrictions on materials or creations, the government no longer has the right to tell you what you can or cannot build or stockpile

No restrictions on age, it will be pure meritocracy, no more age bigotry, age bigotry is evil

When a bitch is talking about god you know she has a high body count and is compensating (it was in her past anon, everybody has a past )

hugs to all my frens, if you're even thinking about hugging me I'm talking to you, bring it in, you're welcome here,

https://youtu.be/QhEsw2G-ONQ

@nocontextspongebob Me trying to write poems about rape

@bless The Tyger by William Blake, it's a poem he made to go with his poem about The Lamb. In it he, on the surface, seems to be admiring and fearing a tiger, and respecting the one who conquers it, while also hating God for making it in the first place. Under the surface the poem is about power, rapacious power, and how any one who would conquer that power, overcome and subdue it, is someone to be admired, and that such a God that would create such a darkness in the hearts of people to begin with is a bastard, who has a lot to answer for.

By William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Raping a rapist
Raping a rapist
Raping a rapist
Raping a rapist
Blood coats my member
Anal rectal blood from a rapist
I have every disease known to man so I am not afraid of his diseases
I donkey punch him so hard he has seizures
While I rape him
His anus shakes around my cock like a sex toy
He is vomiting and choking on his vomit until foam oozed from his lips
I raped him to death because he was a rapist
And I did I with class
I did it like a king or like a Caesar
I raped the rapist
I raped the rapist
I raped the rapist to death

@a7 is that poopies?

@AcrylicFairy@freak.university Yea I always worry about people like that in the back of my mind, that's why I don't post personally revealing info, just weird stories from my life so embarrassing I would never share them on any other account

@AcrylicFairy@freak.university Yea those guys creep me out

@Sp Goodnight fren

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