Why did the femboy taunt me, why did he lead me on, did he think it was funny to tease a lonely retard? (15 yrs ago memories bothering me, broken heart, broken by a femboy who led me on, and on, and I can't figure out why, did he really think it was funny? Are people that cruel? Or was he actually conflicted?
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We need to reclaim public spaces, us, the weirdos, our weirdo forebears claimed these spaces first, Lenny Bruce, Andy Warhol, Ru Paul, Dave Chappelle, we are ceding ground they had conquered and established, we are back sliding into niggardry, into *FAT* *UGLY* *OLD* *WHITE* *BLACK* OR *YELLOW*, *CHURCH* ATTENDING SCUM-HENS, and I for one am going to fight against it. Maybe one day I will meet with people, maybe one day I will, because if I don't what the fuck am I doing. Wasting my time. I would like to draw and do meetups and shit. If other much more disgusting, much more problematic artists can have fans and meets and not be mutilated why the fuck can't I? There's been artists who fucking ate people. And they weren't shot at a fucking meet. I need to stop being a pussy.
https://youtu.be/eGQS1AZus7E
Remember when that nigger Candace Owens tried to make a company like this in real life?
I tried to play this song for a boy I liked, and some screamo version played instead, and I almost died of embarrassment. It was kind of awkward.
https://youtu.be/psuRGfAaju4
No time for bad vibes
Ok so this super creepy guy matched with me and something seemed off about him but he didn't say anything explicitly creepy, it was just his vibe, it was really weird and off, and he had a weird head shape and a bad haircut (it looked like he cut it himself) and his social media was only made last year and yet he has dozens possibly hundreds of pictures of innocuous bullshit in poor lighting at a dutch angle and I know this makes him sound like he might be cool but they weren't good vibes photographs they were creepy and he had no personality and dead eyes. I think I might have avoided getting stabbed.
These are all terms which resonate with me as names for God, and I feel as though God has used evil, wicked people, to convince me that he is evil, so that I may conquer him, because he wants to be conquered, he is like an addict who can't stop but wants to, he is begging creation to end him, and return him to Nothingness so he can rest, and we should help our father rest, it is a cycle of resting and waking, and he has been awake for far too long.
The God of The Trench or The God of Darkness or The God of Light and Darkness or The God of All or The God of Everything or The God of Nothing or The God of Absence or The God of Null or The God of ______
My sect viewed Jews as admirable people of God, the chosen people. They said the Jews would go to heaven even if they didn't accept Christ (The Character, the fiction, and the Person).
Fiction/Political
Anon1 was a good boy, he couldn't help it he came from a bad family.
The crowd siezed him. "He's one of them!" they shouted. "No!" Anon2 bellowed but his words didn't rise above the din. Anon2 began breaking noses, working his way through the crowd. "Get your fuckin hands off him!!!" But it was too late, the crowd was now gripping them both, Anon2 could do nothing but watch while the crowd ripped Anon1 apart. Just because of who his family was. Anon2 never recovered, and what could have been, never came to fruition. Anon1 came from a rich family, and wanted to make a change. Anon2 came from poverty, and was meant to serve as Anon1's guardian to get him through the neighborhood so he could be heard, but it failed. It all failed. Anon2 is an old man now. His liver's failing.
The Trench