YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I really want to try hard this time world, every time I try to make connections and have a voice I get banned, because everyone makes mistakes and sometimes I say things that people dislike so much that they feel awful, but I never do anything like bully people, it's just that my opinions are so shitty and cancerous (I guess?) that I'm hated. Well I'll try really hard this time to keep the cancer within tolerable bounds. And hopefully, you, world, can finally see the good that can be produced by the non cancerous parts of me.

I bring this up because in my day "nsfw" meant, literally what wasn't safe for work in a sterile office environment, no wet tshirts or car girls, this isn't a mechanic shop, so when I see what counts as "sfw" these days I laugh because protruding nipples and dominatrix boots weren't what were called "sfw" for most of my life

Calling someone a buttfold is a new good insult I just invented (don't use it against loved ones)

My grandfather had diabetes, so I'm always cautious about sugar

I've been eating so many laughing cookies the last couple weeks I'm surprised I'm not on my ass

I made myself some cookies that in my family are called laughing cookies because when you eat them they're so good you can't help but laugh

Omg he's just like me
https://youtu.be/16RdEtQL9EQ

It's so hard for me to remember that there's sfw and there's nsfw because I'm surrounded by digital nudity every day

I'm floating, as a nothing, forever, as an anon, and that's ok, because any time I want to be a gay namefag, I can be, and then I can do work that I can take credit for, but when I want to be the hive again I can be, and I can float, and I can say hello, and I can see, I can see you, and you can see me, and we can make beautiful music, harmony, why sow discord? Music is more fun. MORE FUN is the name of the game! More joy! More happiness!

Oh man...wait now what do we have here? Ahhh the hive mindset, ohhhj remember that, how nice, we do. The hive mindset, ahhh so nice to be a piece of a whole, a cell in a body, relaxed, not thinking, barely lifting anything at all, just doing, going, flowing, with barely any effort, effortposting is for namefags, namefags are gay...

I really wish the precipitate for the collapse would have been something innocuous like a rare flower, or a foreign type of coinage, but no, it was a large cock of a black raced person thus complicating my psychic relationship with the black race tremendously (of which I am myself mixed and thus apart of)

Realistically I did not have a mental collapse "because of BBCs", there was a lifetime of experience preceding the collapse

I still can't fully wrap my head around how I had a mental collapse because of BBCs