YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I wish I could punch my ex in the face with brass knuckles so he's crippled and deformed...

Like I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but smirk about that ufc roidhead, nearly beat his hooker pornstar gf to death because she was cheating on him, but that was his own fault actually a dating a meatsack, a meathole, fuckpuppet, would I invite my Dr. Over to sleep in my bed and let me cuddle him after he drained a cyst? No, so don't invite a whore cunt after she drains your dick, she does not love you, she has no honor, she is doing it for payment, lmao polyfags are polycucks and I hope they both burn in the pits of hell until they learn to be less stupid.

Laws protecting people from violence, when they deserve it, are unjust laws, criminal laws. If a gf cheats that's 1 punch to the face, 3 to the body. If a bf cheats it's the same thing. Cheating would stop. Whores can be whores, they provide a service, but gfs and bfs need to honor the code or they very well be blinded permanently with punches.

I want to experiment with hormones to see how they make me feel but I don't actually want to mess my body up or anything, like cancer or some shit

The hormones are calling to me in whispers like the one ring...

Jazzy in 2009: gives friends rides everywhere, brings snacks for the group, lifts everyones spirits

Jazzy in 2012: barely sees "friends", drunk all the time, hanging out with gays and in bars, pilled out of his mind, goes where the wind blows him, never got raped thank god

Jazzy in 2014: In a stupor, room spinning, vidscreen on, it transmits one singular idea and thought - TRUMP

Jazzy in 2016: Trains hard, cardio every day, pushes past breaking point to get stronger, lifts, has a purpose again

Jazzy in 2020: Disenchanted with Trump, feeling betrayed, unsure of purpose...loses direction...Converts to Judaism

Jazzy in 2022: Has stopped all combat training, and taken up dance. Still catches himself boxing sometimes and shifts into dancing. Has put energies and attentions into simple gardening. No longer pays very close attention to politics. But the feeling of tightness, of a coiled spring, is still in his chest and his head. He hopes, that if he ignores it, and avoids martial training, it will eventually go away completely. It feels like always being on edge. Like always waiting for an attack that never comes. Therapist said it was PTSD.

I need a screen I can strap to my face because my necci hurts T-T

Is controlled madness needed for "society"? An offgassing mechanism to keep the pressure vessel from rupturing?