YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Full movie, minor cult classic
https://youtu.be/UYXmCZxSeFI

You know I think Mr. Garrison is the only fictional character that literally tried to fuck a child (Cartman) and society just collectively let it slide. They didn't have to discontinue him or address it in any way, it's just a thing that happened, like Cartman murdering that kids parents and turning them into chili and feeding him the chili.

https://youtu.be/3U5ZKKxqUzY

https://youtu.be/utlSZNPsgIA

You know what, fuck it, lets go balls to the wall. I hereby absolve you of all your past sins. Enjoy your day, and be a better person than you were yesterday.

I hope everybody is enjoying their Saturday! Take it easy! Really relax, you owe it to yourself! You're worth it! No matter who you are, or what you look like, today is a day that you can treat yourself. Just feel good. As hard as it might be to let go, you really should let go of stress for at least today. You might thank yourself, because once today is gone, it's gone for good.

I had a dream last night that I was in my old car with an old friend. It was her car now, she bought it. Her boyfriend was in the back seat. We made our way to a nature trail and pulled over. My friend got out, and she was attacked. She called for help. I struggled getting out of the car but I did. I was scared. I began to panic and then looked for a weapon, I found an old steel, but serrated knife on the ground. It was rusted metal with a wood handle. I went to where my friend said there was trouble, turning first to reassure the other female friend who had apparently also been in the back the whole time. Then I ran into the woods where the trouble was, I froze when I saw multiple women, dressed in pink robes, with pink head scarves, and they looked scared, but out of it, like they saw me as only a monster. One came at me but she wasn't very fast, or coordinated. But she had a big fucking knife. I tied up with her, and got the knife to her neck, and I drug it, but it barely cut, I had to saw her fucking neck, it was brutal, it took all my strength. When she was down I started backing away, I didn't want to fight more I wanted to fucking run. Then behind me, coming across the street, walking staggered like she was on drugs or mind control or something, like a zombie, she was dragging a metal pole with a mailbox on one end of it. This bitch was gonna fucking hit me. So I ran at her, with the knife, tied up again, and sawed her fucking neck again, but this time was even harder. I was getting tired, but then I looked to my left and saw a bunch of cops running down the street with riles, and I thought "great, now they're going to fucking shoot me" and "at least somebody will find out what the fuck is going on" and then I woke up.

nini fedi that's enough trauma dumping for now

https://youtu.be/G2e_M06YDyY

And if it is like that, if it is like nothing, forever, just thought, then isn't it the best idea to "gather ye rosebuds while ye may"? For in doing so you will enrich yourself with experience, maybe even experience enough to last an eternity. The more you experienced experience, the more you are capable of imagining, and it is exponential, it is fractal. Splits upon splits upon splits, deviations and derivations, af infinitum, like rick and morty. So maybe do your living now, while you can, so you don't have to spend an eternity with variations of you doing the most mundane fucking shit you can think of for however many fucking years. Do something. Meet someone. Talk. Jump. Fly. Swim. Swim with sharks. Like I did. For real I swam with sharks no cage. Do some shit. Fuck.

I mean I understand the appeal of religion, it's very comforting to believe that something beautiful is waiting for you after you die. But is it? What if it's not? What if it's terrible? What if it's hell? Forever? What if it's disembodied consciousness? Another kind of hell. Just floating, in the void, not seeing, not hearing, not feeling, forever. What madness and suffering that would be I don't even want to imagine. It makes me want to vomit.

Man why the fuck do people have to die (people I like, people I hate -I'm glad they die, not disappointed about that at all, fuck them- but people I like? That's awful. I fucking hate it. Grandpa was the first person to die. Then Uncle. Then Grandma. Soon it'll be Dad (but he was a douche bag to everyfucking body, a bully), but first Other Grandma, who doesn't fucking talk to me anymore because I went on a rant about race and mixing because I was brainwashed by Stefan Molyneux and I don't know what to say to her to open communication, I don't know if I even want to, because Idk if I can even handle it. But Other Grandpa? Never knew him. Never seen his face, never known his name. He was some mulatto guy. That's all I know. That's it. Then Mom...then it's just me and my siblings, and some cousins. And none of us talk much, I hope I have my cabeza together enough by then to be able to handle life alone, emotionally. I'm the oldest so I'll be the first to go out of who's left...which kind of troubles me. Feels like I'll be missing out. Though I suppose that's how everyone else must feel too when they die. They feel like they're missing out on what's to come, but that makes it sound so terrible, and maybe it is. Maybe dying is terrible.

I called him out last year for fucking my mother in front of me when I was a child, told him that was some pedo type shit and wtf is wrong with him. He never responded. Fucking coward. I kind of wish I could kneecap him. Kneecapping is like my go-to-thing fantasy-wise these days. It's easy, quick, and to the point. But of course then there's the legality issue so I of course keep such thoughts in my head where they belong. But if society collapses.......those knees are a-callin'.

I mean I probably won't have the energy to literally do this but it's a nice thought

His father got dementia so hopefully he gets it too and I can terrorize him while he has the mind of a child one day.

I'll never forget the time I was in the passenger seat with my stepfather and some teenagers drove past and threw an egg at his window because it was mischief night. Never before or again would I see genuine fear and panic on that asshole piece of shits face. That's a good memory. Him afraid.