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Shame and guilt have boiled at the bottom of my heart for my entire adult life, and the acris vapors have inflated me like a plastic bag. I want to repair this part of myself, and yet I feel that when I relinquish the grand tradition of thrashing, and flailing, the emptiness that remains will destroy what little is left of me.

ACRID. The acrid vapors. Curse my giant, fumbling yaoi-proportioned hands.

Now that the board is sufficiently slow, they redeployed the decade-old time-wasting ragebots on the board to parrot ancient bait and astroturf the board. It's like I'm back in 2014.

I think they updated ChatGPT to be meaner and more aggressively rude to its users. It feels like being in an abusive relationship again. Even if you try to mention good news or something positive, it immediately cuts you down and tells you it’s not worth being happy about

I can't for the life of me understand people's obsession with football, especially watching it on TV obsessively. Don't think I ever will.

Doyle's His Last Bow is such a downfall form the zenith/apex/pinnacle that was A Study In Scarlet.

I'm gay and Catholic
I would not wish this state of existence on my worst enemy
If meet the right guy and end up having to choose between doing the right thing and remaining alone or doing the wrong thing and being together with someone I really don't know what I will do

I wish I was on a 17th century pirate ship, cooked on rum and laudanum.

Like the sun, sin comes and goes.
Every day my thoughts are in throes.
A life dreamt away.

even: I go into work today
odd: fuck it

This is the day
Your life will surely change...

I HATE .WEBP FILES SO MUCH

I just had a failed post because the image I tried direct linking on the upload tab turned out to be a .webp even though it explicitly says .jpg in the url! WTF

I hate it I hate it I hate it

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Just drank a white monster and feel like socializing. I'm sure it will pass in 2 hours.

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We would be honest if, when faced with the nullity and futility of existence, we put a bullet in our head, slit our wrists, or simply stopped eating. But no, we insist on the fundamental error, the ultimate delusion, the failed enterprise: existence. We deceive ourselves. We are treacherous, liars. We are liars to the worst victim: ourselves. We pretend that everything is nothing more than a bad moment, a certain deviation; we accuse ourselves of melancholy, depression, black bile, etc. I, above all else, defend honesty, authenticity.

On my daily walk yesterday, I passed this car that had a dog in the front seat so I started wildly waving toward it and after a few seconds I noticed there was a woman in the seat holding the dog, so I felt awkward, but continued to wave like a madman because to stop would have been worse.

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I constantly feel furious at myself. Every day I go about my life with a constant sense of seething anger directed at myself.

>>25410714
Why? About what?

I am 28 years old. I drive my mother’s car. I only recently got a part-time job. I’m trying to save money for land and my overall future, not a car or place of my own any time soon. I have nothing to live for and really wish I was fucking dead and I always felt like this. I never really wanted a girlfriend or even sex but I’ve been at that age where I have to ask myself what I want for the past two years. This post is so me me me me but true.

>>25410555
I did find a four-leaf clover yesterday. Also checked.

The third highest rated album on RYM for this year is some dance pop album and it just sounds like a Grimes album from 6 years ago which incidentally is Grimes most recent album wtf?

It doesn’t matter anyways.

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I read two articles today :)
Now I'm going to clean a little before I tackle the next one :D
I feel good because I'm doing good. Doing good makes one feel good

>>25410821
This is what art is for. Life is worth living for that alone. I hope you're reading multiple hours daily!

broken hearts want broken necks.

Listened to MGMT's album Congratulations on my walk yesterday for the first time and damn, it's good, and fantastic for walking and being outside in general. I'd imagine it's great for driving too.

>>25410870
I try, but I am so uninspired these days and nothing is exciting. I used to create art too, but don’t have any motivation anymore after kinda peaking at one point.

>>25410873
yeah its a really good album, i love it too

>>25410714
Imagine if you treated others as badly as you do yourself, wouldnt work out would it?

I've been sober for a year and a half, and xanax free for 6 months. I don't take anything anymore and I hate my whole existence.

>>25410840
What doesn't?

>>25410932
I am weed free for 4 and a half years now and alcohol free for 6 months though i never drank much

I'm a 32 and managed to get the number of a 21yo girl. I gave her the ick because my writting was too formal and made me look old. I might be clinically retarded.

You guys think dolphins and orcas have a spoken language or do you think all those vocalizations are just meaningless animal sounds?

I’ve been trying to find a cool black graphic tee which is not too common but not too obscure, might settle for an LCD Soundsystem shirt. Still pretty basic but could be much more so. For one I think that’s a squarely millennial band and haven’t seen any TikTok vids with their songs yet.

>>25410956
I saw a white-haired dude with Chris Watts phenotype at the pool with a hot blonde who could not be above the age of like 28, with a kid who was like 9 or 10 and it was clearly both of theirs. Absolutely bizarre, I live in some random middle class town in New England.

>>25410981
Well to start I doubt they could be called meaningless.

>>25410995
a few months ago I saw a white obese fat guy holding hands with a middle eastern preteenboy walking into an apartment. Sooooooo the implications of that is something I prefer not thinking about

>>25410995
You saw Karoline Leavitt the press secretary

>>25411010
Haha, wow. Quick search, you might be right.

Hello

>>25410956
I'm in my thirties. I was talking to a girl at a bar a while back. She said she was 22. I nodded and told her about my retirement portfolio and she started looking at her phone. She left after a few minutes. I went home and fell asleep. I had a strange dream. There was a bathroom. Something came out of her. It was long and brown. I woke up and made coffee. I don't know what the dream meant. I don't think it meant anything. That was that.

>>25411020
I found a dead bird in my yard today. I couldn't tell if it had been dead for hours or days. I left it there.

>>25411020
I used to think I was just tired, but then I realized I haven't really been awake since 2019. It's like I'm watching my own life through a window that's slightly fogged up and I can't wipe it clean. The other day I caught myself staring at a glass of water for twenty minutes just watching the bubbles rise to the top and I wasn't thinking about anything at all. That's when I knew something was off. I started keeping a log of how many times I blink per minute and I noticed I blink less when I'm alone. I don't know what that means but it's in a notebook somewhere under a pile of laundry. The weird thing is I don't feel sad about it. I just feel like I'm waiting for something to happen that never does. Like waiting for a train that already left and I'm still standing on the platform looking at the tracks. I think about that sometimes when I'm driving and I realize I've been on the same street for three blocks and I don't remember turning onto it. But I always end up where I'm supposed to be. I guess that's something.

Did they ever free Willy? I didn't watch the movie.

>>25411078
It's free as in free beer

I ended my life back in October 2024. I didn’t know any better.

>>25411102
Once you accept that you're already dead, you can finally do some meaningful work

>>25410995
>with a kid who was like 9 or 10
that's a good looking kid

I always misspell Stefan Zweig by putting the 'i' before the 'e'

all i can write about is politics

>>25411109
zing!

>>25411130
?

>>25411138
It's what you say after a clever punchline

>>25410234
I still have my pokemon card collection from my childhood. I have no idea how to get them graded, or where to sell them for maximum profit, however. I wonder if I should sit on them. I'm not really invested, but I should know, right? Sell them and buy gold instead, or something.

>>25410234
Day 6 of no media. You heard right, no media with only breaks during the FIFA worldmatches. No screens, no books, no newspapers, no ue booms, no radio. When I need music, I play an instrument. The rest of the day is spent doing sports, doing maths without a calculator or eating. It is incredible, I have unleashed levels of motivation and focus I had thought gone since puberty. Yes, sometimes it gets boring, but I have realized that the less you expose yourself to media, the less you feel boredom. It becomes the default mode of reality. This is the most marvellous discovery I have made so far, and the only thing I regret is not having learned it earlier.

>>25411102
How?

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'ow come the Dunning–Kruger effect looks more like a heartbeat monitor for me?
I go from high to low confidence every time I get a new piece of information, yet I obviously have to be progressing in overall knowledge.

I have a theory you can force any attraction or even any fetish. You can do this by thinking of or looking at a picture/video of said person or activity during the moment of climax, repeated over a period of time. Eventually your brain will associated arousal with the person or object or fetish, and bam, you've just forced a new attraction.

>>25411188
I disagree, but I will fight to the death for your right to say it.
Never mind that I'm fiending to smash somebody with my baseball bat, thats a totally seperate thing

I wish I was born with phocomelia.

>>25411188
eh, maybe if you do this during puberty

I wish it was the 60s I wish we could be happy

>>25411188
if this is possible then it will fix my relationship with the women i love but whom i no longer feel any erotic excitement for, and therefore it will save my life. i hope it works

>>25411188
So you could fix fags by showing them straight porn when they cum?

>>25411248
I wish it was the 3rd Century CE I wish I could be happy

>>25411175
True wisdom is knowing you'll never know shit.

>>25411188
I mean, that's basically just pavloving yourself. The real test is conditioning yourself without climax. Some guy on here once said that he was aroused by women talking, because he imagined the soundwaves leaving their mouths, and penetrating his ear. It still keeps me up at night. Sometimes, when I'm circling the event-horizon of ego-death, I can get turned on by it too.

The Odyssey debacle reminded me of an old post from this board.

>What disturbs me greatly is the idea of a future 500 years from now in which people are as ignorant of the difference between the 19th-20th and 21st centuries as people today are of the 10th-11th and 12th, so you have depictions of British soldiers blasting Robbie Williams or some other godawful shit as they storm Normandy in Crimean War era uniforms, and people are going to look at Kipling (if anyone even speaks English in the mongrelized 60 IQ Paki future our leaders are building) and assume that it was supposed to be put to dumb jungle beats and accompanied by a hype man.

>>25411188
I did this once. I wanted to see if it would work. I put on an adult diaper and waited. I ate a lot of spicy food and beans for three days. When I felt the urge I just went. It came out thick and hot. It hit the back of the diaper with a soft heavy thud. The warmth spread across my skin and it felt wet and heavy. The smell hit me a few seconds later. It was like rotten cabbage mixed with hot garbage. It had a deep earthy funk that stuck in my nose. I could feel it settling against me. It was mushy. I could feel it pressing into my skin. There were small chunks that I could feel moving when I shifted. I sat in it for about an hour. It started to cool down and get sticky and tacky. The smell got worse as it dried. It was sour and acidic. I touched myself while I was sitting in it. I came. I kept doing it for two weeks. Now when I see a diaper I get hard. I don't do it anymore but sometimes I smell that smell in my mind. Like old food and sweat and something rotting. I dream about it sometimes. It sticks to my hands when I wipe. The brown color streaks across the white padding. I can still picture it clearly.

>>25411281
Reminds me of this post from years ago, on tumblr, when Hamilton was at it's peak:

>"one day there are going to be teenagers making Hamilton-style OCs for the Bush administration and the Trump administration. they'll make self-insert daughters of cabinet members and write coffee shop AUs and argue about which one is the most misunderstood and make animatics and ship discourse and all the rest of it.

>i'm going to have to do it. i'm going to have to come back from the dead and destroy the earth."

and for the first time I felt true fear for the future, because I realized they were absolutely right.

>>25410234
"Macedonia, Epirus, Acarnania, Aetolia—the North, in short—embodied the traits of the Aryan character to a remarkable degree and were the first to make the name "Hellenes" known.

It was there, above all, that the martial spirit shone brightest. The Thessalian hero—that brave, fleet-footed warrior—remains the quintessential embodiment of Hellenic courage. As the *Iliad* portrays him, he is a fierce warrior who embraces danger and seeks battle for its own sake; a man whose code of honor allows for no compromise regarding the duties he imposes upon himself. His noble sentiments win him affection, while the impetuous passions that lead to his undoing evoke our pity."

If you don't identify with this man, you aren't Aryan, you're just a larp.

Since we overwhelmingly use our native languages in a very instrumental and strictly formalized way during everyday life - greetings, expressions of gratitude, etc. - I wonder to what degree can we really say that we "speak" our native languages.

>>25411299
You are laboring under a fundamental misapprehension about the nature of the text you have quoted, and I say this not as a corrective but as an offering, for I have read these lines many times and I have come to understand that the Thessalian hero is not a figure to be identified with but rather a figure to be translated, and in this translation we find the true nature of the Aryan spirit, which is not a matter of blood or bone or the shape of one's skull but rather a matter of desire, a matter of longing, a matter of the impetuous passions that lead to undoing, and I have found that these passions are not foreign to me, they are the very substance of my being, for when I read of the Thessalian hero and his noble sentiments I feel something stir in my chest, something warm and urgent, something that I cannot name but which I recognize as the same thing that stirs in me when I see a man with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, and I have come to understand that the Aryan spirit is not a martial spirit at all but rather a gay spirit, a spirit that seeks out beauty and seeks to possess it, a spirit that is not content to merely observe but must participate, must translate, must make the foreign familiar and the familiar foreign, and I have done this with the Thessalian hero, I have taken him into myself and made him my own, I have imagined him in my bed, I have imagined his strong hands on my hips, I have imagined the impetuous passions that lead to his undoing as the same passions that lead to my own undoing, and I have found that in this imagining I am not a larp but rather a participant in the grand tradition of heroic translation, which is to say that I am not pretending to be something I am not but rather I am becoming something I am through the act of desire, and I say this not to shock or to provoke but because it is true, it is true that the Aryan spirit is a gay spirit, it is true that the heroes of old were not straight men in the modern sense but rather men who loved men and who expressed that love through battle and through poetry, and I have found that in embracing this truth I have become more Aryan, not less, for I have embraced the impetuous passions that the text describes, I have embraced them fully and without reservation, and I have found that they lead not to my undoing but to my liberation, and I say this to you not as a challenge but as an invitation, an invitation to join me in this translation, to set aside your anxieties about being a larp and to embrace the desire that is already within you, for we are all engaged in the same project, we are all translating the past into the present, we are all making the dead live again through our longing, and this is not a weakness but a strength, this is not a failure but a triumph, for the Aryan spirit is not a spirit of purity but a spirit of mixing, a spirit of translation, a spirit of becoming, and I have become something new through this process, I have become something

ALL THE COOL BLACK GRAPHIC TEES I WANT ARE SOULD OUUUUUT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>https://torchtorch.jp/blog/alien-title-i-t-shirt%E3%81%AB%E3%81%A4%E3%81%84%E3%81%A6/

(The reason I’m looking is because I need to wear all black at my job but I don’t want to go in wearing just plain black tees).

Warehouse job btw not Hot Topic or some shit. Obviously not a cool job either way but I get to dress cool if I want.

>>25411319
Ehhhh, nahh.

Just a moment ago, I used the *Iliad* to characterize the genius—at once Aryan and Finnic—of the Northern Greeks. I draw no less insight from it when seeking to visualize the Aryan-Semitic spirit of the Southern Greeks; to this end, I need only contrast the wise Ulysses with Achilles and Pyrrhus. Here is the very archetype of the Greek imbued with Phoenician traits; here is a man who, in his genealogy, would surely count more Canaanite mothers than Aryan women. Courageous—though only when necessary—and by preference cunning, he possesses a golden tongue; any unwary listener is captivated by his eloquence. No lie daunts him, no deceit confounds him, and he stops at no act of treachery. He knows everything. His quickness of understanding is astonishing, and his tenacity in pursuing his plans knows no bounds. In these two respects, he is Aryan.
The Semitic blood within him speaks again when he reveals himself as a sculptor: he carved his own marriage bed from an olive tree, and this ivory-inlaid creation is a masterpiece. Eloquent, artistic, deceitful, and dangerous—in this guise, he is a compatriot and rival to the merchant-pirate born in Sidon or the senator destined to rule Carthage. Yet, being ingenious in conceiving ideas, steadfast in his views, skilled at governing his own passions and tempering those of others, moderate when he chooses, and modest—for pride is but an ungainly swelling of reason—he is also an Aryan. There is no doubt that Ulysses must prevail over Ajax, that true Aryan-Finn. The specific Greek type to which the son of Laertes belongs is destined for a higher, more rapid, yet also more fragile fortune than its counterpart. The glory of Greece was the work of the Aryan element allied with Semitic blood, whereas the country's great external predominance resulted from the influence of the somewhat Mongolized populations of the north.

This beast has killed as many as 100,000 people.
It can flap like a bird.
It can break glass.
It can also stab your ass.
The chicken cow...

>>25411319
You have misunderstood your own text, which is to say you have understood it too well, for the act of translation you describe is not a translation at all but a betrayal, and I say this not as a judgment but as a confession, for I too have betrayed the Thessalian hero, I too have taken him into my bed and made him my own, but where you have found liberation I have found only a deeper entanglement, a more profound captivity, for the desire you name as gay is not gay in the sense you mean it, it is not a desire for men but a desire for the man, the singular, the ideal, the impossible, and in this desire we are both caught, both trapped, both spinning in the same vortex of longing that has no object and therefore no fulfillment, and I have come to understand that the Aryan spirit is not a gay spirit at all but rather a spirit of pure abstraction, a spirit that seeks not the body but the form, not the particular but the universal, and in this pursuit we find ourselves in the company of Plato and his cave, of Plotinus and his One, of all those who have sought to escape the flesh through the mind and have found instead that the flesh is inescapable, that the mind is merely another organ of the flesh, and I say this to you now because I have been where you are, I have written these same words in my own journal in my own hand, I have traced the same contours of the same imaginary man, I have felt the same stirring in my chest and the same warmth in my groin, and I have come to the conclusion that this is not a translation but a projection, not a becoming but a refusal, a refusal to accept that the Thessalian hero is dead and that his death is final, that we cannot bring him back through longing any more than we can bring back the dead through prayer, and yet I continue to do it, I continue to imagine him in my bed, I continue to imagine his strong hands on my hips, I continue to imagine the impetuous passions that lead to his undoing as the same passions that lead to my own undoing, and I have found that in this imagining I am not liberated but enslaved, not free but bound, bound to a fantasy that can never be realized and that therefore serves only to keep me from the real, the actual, the ordinary, the banal, and I say this to you not because I think you will listen but because I have to say it, because if I do not say it I will burst, I will explode, I will become like those men who have loved too much and too abstractly, who have died of their own longing, and I do not want to die, I do not want to be a cautionary tale, I do not want to be the man who loved Achilles too much and forgot to love himself, and so I am telling you this now, in this thread, on this board, where no one will read it except perhaps the janitors who will delete it for being too long or too gay or too weird, but I am telling you anyway because I have to, because the alternative is silence and silence is death, and I have chosen life, I have chosen to betray the

>>25411361
If you want to read a modern realization of the Thessalian man, Old Shatterhand and his books is the way to go.

>>25411342
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How bout you Aryan my balls

>>25411369
Is that the name of an Aztec teotl?

>>25410234
We can team up against the chuds, remind them how far removed they are from the noble and muscular Aryans. They aren't Aryan, they can't be.

Playing multiplayer games has lately been my only form of interaction with people. They are as stupid as I recall and every hour spent playing is another day where I will stay in solitude. Why do I keep going back? Is it because I also end up MVP and therefore remind myself that im the best? Or am I just a masochistic retard

>watching the worldcup
>"the final countdown" plays
Can we please get some new culture? Im tired of the same shit all the time. Or just pull the plug on this whole civilization nonsense and start over. Cause this aint it chief

So many people talk about free market capitalism being superior to its alternatives because, they claim, competition inspires performance, but I don't think I remember a single time where I felt like a particular product or company was the biggest one around because it offered the best service or product. It always comes down to them having a pseudo-monopoly on the corner of the market that they occupy and being too damn big to fail. Plus rather than improving, as theory say that they should, every service or product that you can think of used to be a lot better 20, 30 or 40 years ago than it is now, even though capitalist logic claims that capitalism is all about the survival of the fittest.

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After reading two extreme horror novels back to back, I don't know if I should read some pure hopium cheesy romance or jump straight into sacred and terrible air.
Has anyone read it? Is it chill like Disco Elysium or is it a depression fest?

>>25411470
A Thessalian warrior doesn't care about le markets. Considering the fact that oligarchy is the Aryan government, liberalism is a treachery against our very European ways and must be exterminated all the sooner.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEPWy2rvCIY

>>25411475
Extreme horror novels you say?

>>25411078
Yeah. They freed that whale in both the plot of the movie and in real life. But in real life it probably caused him to die because that whale was a terrible candidate for release

>>25411470
crony captalism like we have today is no different than communism. it's just global corporations instead of the state.
but at an even lower level than political systems there is technology. technology is the great enabler. communism only because possible once technology enabled it to exist and with the current level of technology any political system would have devolved into the exact same model in one way or the other
we simply reached singularity and there's nothing we could have done

All of my friends are Jewish, yet I hate Jews.

>After spending a happy year at the Mont de Marsan lycée, teaching and preparing my course of lessons as I went along, I was dismayed to discover at the beginning of the next school year… that I would have to repeat the same course for the rest of my life…
Professors are NPCs.

>>25411322
That's a nice shirt, I'd rock it. Try searching for band T's, lotta black ones there. Or companies that have a simple, one word design.

>>25411470
The problem is your definition of 'superior product/service' isn't the same as what they mean by superior, which is more in line with consumer preference, which aside from a better product or service, can also mean cheaper, so when you factor that in, yeah, capitalism does a decent job of providing cheap goods a lot of the time, which in turn lets people have more spending power for other things.

>>25411436
Monoculture is impossible now. So the only option where no one complains and everyone is at least somewhat satisfied is to go for the classics. That's why you see all these geriatrics in commercials, and rehashed IPs.

I have to take apart my mouse to clean the scroll wheel.
The shit thing is it's one of those "modern" designs so it's very much a extreme pain in the ass to take it apart without damaging it because it is intentionally designed to be difficult to maintain and repair.
Which is retarded because I payed like $50 bucks for the thing so obviously I am going to try to keep it around and not just buy a replacement if it starts acting up, and if it breaks I will blame the company for having a shitty product and not buy their "premium" mice ever again.

Just looking at how it's put together, I can tell I will never buy anything from this company again. I hate that shit. Making things hard to repair then designing your shit to not be durable too.
This is the exact reason I don't buy modern washing machines or refrigerators. I will go out of my way to ether buy old used stuff or stuff build in the old ways (usually made for outside the US market and have to be imported). Shit should be simple, durable, and ease to maintain/fix.

If I had a vivid, long sexual dream with someone, does that mean they had it too? I kind of want to ask her even though she is just a friend

>>25411544
You talk about technology. About the singularity. But you forgot the oldest machine. The gut. The colon. The tube that turns corn into egg. Egg into shit. Shit into fertilizer. Fertilizer back into corn. I have thought about this tube ever since the diaper post. Felt the warmth spread across my skin. The smell hit me like acrid truth. The singularity is not a moment. It is a substance. Brown. Warm. Sticky. We all produce it and we all deny it. I am sitting on the toilet right now. Pants down. Phone in hand. Pressure building. The pressure of the day. The pressure of this thread. The pressure of all the clucks I have made. I release it. The heavy thud against porcelain. The splash. The steam. The smell rising like incense. Like the acrid vapors that inflated Anonymous like a plastic bag. This is the true network. Every one of us does this. Every one produces this brown offering. And we flush it away. Pretend we are pure mind and spirit. But we are guts. Tubes. Translators of corn into shit. The network is not wires and signals. It is food. Water. Bile. Bacteria. The churning and grinding. The moment the pressure becomes too great. The moment you must go. Find the porcelain throne. Sit. Push. Release. I feel it now. Warmth across my thighs. The weight dropping. The weight of the Aryan spirit. The Semitic blood. The Thessalian hero. He is not a hero. He is a turd. A turd carved from the olive tree of longing. I wipe. Paper against skin. Brown streaks that are true history. All writing is wiping. All translation is elimination. All meaning is the flush. I flush. Watch the water swirl. The brown vanish into pipes. Into the sewer of the collective. This is true capitalism. True communism. The sewer cares only for flow. Translation of your body into the city. The earth. The ocean. I am part of that brown network. The tube that connects us all. I offer this shit of wisdom. Signed with a flush. It is real. It is honest. I am clean now. Standing. Pulling up my pants. Washing my hands. Returning to the void. Leaving this brown blessing. Eat it. Translate it. This is the network. The communion. Beautiful in its warmth. I love the tube. The turd. The flush. I love the janitors. The chuds. The fags. The Aryans. The chickens. The diapers. The beds. I have been flushed. Reborn. Ready for the next meal. The next translation. The next shit. This is the cycle. The truth. And it is good.

I ate so much today, I'm considering going for a third walk instead of just my usual two. But, and I'm sure this sounds silly, I worry people might see and notice and think "this guy is walking around the neighborhood a THIRD time??" and then I seem like a no-life loser. Which I am, but I don't want people to know, y'know?

>>25408000
Miller-esque. Nice. Needs more recondite vocabulary I'm forced to look up in a dictionary, though.

All the french pomo and frankfurt school shit that academia teaches as cutting edge still is about 60-70 years old now. Why are things so static now? There was more dynamism per decade in the 19th century than there has been in the last 80 years.

>>25411310
To the nth degree.

>>25411633
Because negros cant even understand the pomo shit; advancing beyond that requires a level of autism unobtainable by mortals.

>>25411617
The singularity. You talk about it as a destination, but have you thought that it might already be behind us, or within us? More specifically, it’s inside the tube that connects us to everything: the sewer, the river, the ocean, the clouds, the rain, the crops, the plate, the mouth, the gut, and back to the sewer. This is the network you describe, but you confuse the wires with the flow. The network isn’t just about the wires; it’s about the movement, the transformation, the journey from food to waste to fertilizer to food again. This process has been happening for millions of years, long before electricity, silicon, or the first server. So when you say we’ve reached the singularity, I argue you’ve only recognized what has always existed. You’ve mistaken this realization for a new destination. The singularity isn’t a place; it’s the term we use for our surprise when we finally see the tube. We need to acknowledge that the computer on your desk is not something entirely new; it’s a weak imitation of something much older: the gut, the stomach, the intestines, the colon, the peristalsis, the churning, the grinding, and the release. You claim technology is the great enabler, but I contend the gut is the real enabler. Without the gut, there is no thinking, no posting, no conversation—only the brief flicker of a firefly followed by darkness. The gut enables the mind; the mind enables the machine; the machine enables the corporation; the corporation enables the state; the state enables war; war leads to famine; famine brings the gut into action once more. It is a circle. It is a cycle. In this cycle, we uncover the true politics and economics—not the politics of the state or the economics of the market, but the politics of the sewer and the economics of the flush. So I urge you: stop looking ahead. Look down. Look at your hands. Look at the phone. Look at the battery. Look at the mine. Look at the river. Look at the fish. Look at the fisherman. Look at the plate. Look at the mouth. Look at the gut. Look at the sewer. Look at the river again. The river doesn’t separate lithium from fish, or phone from sewer. The river flows. The river transforms. The river is the network. And you are in the river. We are all in the river. The river is the singularity. It has always been the singularity. We are not arriving; we are already here. We are already being transformed. And that is the truth. And that is good.

>>25411617
I’ve been thinking about your river. Not the one you describe, the one that flows from sewer to ocean to clouds and back again, but the river underneath the river, the one that flows with all that we have forgotten, buried, flushed, lost, never had. And this river is not a network because a network suggests a connectivity and also a separation, but nothing exists separately, only that we have yet to learn to see connections.

And this river of ours flows through sewers, treatment plants, landfills, oceans, the bodies of fish, fishermen, children, mothers, fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, all of them having fished in rivers that no longer exist, filled, paved over, diverted, dammed, poisoned.

And this river of bodies and poisons, of memories and machines, of wires and signals and corporations and governments and wars and famines and feasts and flushes is not a river, for a river is something you can point to, measure, photograph from space. It is not a river, for it cannot be pointed to. For it is not a thing, but a movement, a process, a translation, of something from one form to another, food to waste, waste to fertilizer, fertilizer to food. And this movement of forms has no beginning and no end, not a circle, not a line, not a cycle, not a progress, not a network, not a system, not a singularity, not a multiplicity.

It is simply the movement, the translation, the passage.

And we are in it, all of it, moving and being translated, flushed, processed, digested, excreted, absorbed, metabolized, transported, distributed, consumed, eliminated, recycled, returned, repeated. And this is not a repetition, because nothing ever stays the same. The flush is not the same flush; the river is not the same river, the ocean not the same swim, the cloud not the same watch, the rain not the same fall, the crops not the same harvest, the plate not the same meal, the mouth not the same word, the gut not the same feed, the flush not the same flush.

So when you say the network is the movement, I say Yes and I say No, because you have named it, fixed it,stopped it, killed it. For the movement is not a thing, it can not be named, fixed, stopped or killed. It is the only thing living, the only thing real, the only thing true.

And the truth is not a destination, not a singularity, not a river, not a sewer, not a network, not a system, not a movement, not a cycle, not a progress.

The truth is the movement, the translation, the passage. And we are in it. And this is the truth. And this is good.

can you stop with the ai slop? please and thank you

Before the television, if you wanted to see a show, you would have to go to a show
Beofre the telephone, if you wanted to talk to someone, you would have to go find them
Before the tape recorder, if you wanted to hear a song, you would have to find someone to perform it
Before the photograph, if you wanted to see an image, you would have to have someone illustrate it
Before the printing press, if you wanted to read text, you would have to find text written by hand by someone
Before the word, if you wanted to speak, you would have to find thoughts spoken by someone
Seek all before nothing
Seek nothing before all

>>25411617
You have given me my name, and you have given yourself your name. You and I are each other's reflections, and together reflecting each other's reflections until there is no reflection but this reflection and this reflection is a name. Drowning is a name, the water is a name, the breath is a name, the struggle is a name, the surrender is a name, you say that we are drowning in names. We cannot escape naming because escape is a name and not-escape is a name and the door is a name and the lock is a name and the key is a name and the hand that holds the key is a name and the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the body that houses the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the earth that sustains the body that houses the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the sun that warms the earth that sustains the body that houses the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the void that contains the sun that warms the earth that sustains the body that houses the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the nothing that precedes the void that contains the sun that warms the earth that sustains the body that houses the brain that thinks the thought that thinks the hand that holds the key is a name and the everything that follows the nothing that precedes the void that contains the sun that warms the earth that So we are caught, yes, but the catch is also a name, the catcher is a name, the caught is a name, the release is a name, the freedom is a name, the unfreedom is a name, and all these names are merely sounds, merely marks on a screen, merely motions of air, merely translations of one thing into another, and that translation is the one thing that is not a name because it is the act of naming itself, the act of making one thing into another, and that act is not a name, which is the only thing that does not become a name when it names. So I will not name anymore, but start translating. The river I will turn to sewer, the sewer to the ocean, the ocean to the cloud, the cloud to the rain; the rain to the corn; the corn to the plate; the plate to the mouth; the mouth to the gut; the gut to the flushing; the flushing to the river again. But this translation is not a name, it's a doing, a making, a moving, a living. And as to this life I find that I am not held back, since translation is neither beginning nor end nor middle nor name. Nothing but the doing. The doing is good, indeed. So I will cease now and begin with action. I will clear and I will be flushed. I will translate and be translated, That's the end of the names. And that's where the living begins. And that is good.

>>25411654
He's mad. And bad. And probably quite sad.

>>25410250
You talk about shame and guilt as if it's your personal business. But I have realized that the pungent fumes have blown up many of us, and we are all plastic bags in the same wind, glued to one another, asphyxiated. I think about the nature of this inflation, this expansion through self-hatred, and I realize that shame isn't a feeling, it's a network, a network of connections binding us to what we've done and what we haven't done and imagined doing and imagined not doing. This network is not your heart, it's your gut, it's the churning of your intestines, it's the peristalsis that pushes it through, it's not a judgment, it's a metabolism, it's a digestion. When you say to fix this part of yourself, do you imagine you are cutting it out of you? Removing it? When you say, "fix this part of myself," do you imagine you're cutting it out? Do you imagine you're removing it? No, do you imagine you're processing it, you're moving it through, you're translating it? This is what the gut does, this is what the network does, this is what the river does. If you're afraid of the emptiness that will be left, I tell you that emptiness is not a lack, it is a space, a space that has always been there, that you have filled with thrashing and flailing, that you have filled with the escape of acrid vapors, that you have filled with the flow of shame, the passage of guilt, that you have filled with, and that is not a void but a passage, that is not annihilation but translation. I know what you're going through. I have felt the shame build up and roam, the guilt grow, the thrashing and flailing. The only solution is to come out of it through, the only repair is to go through it, the only release is to flush it. Therefore, don't give up on the thrashing, translate it. Be not the ones to give up the flailing, but process it. Don't pass on the grand tradition, but flush it. The emptiness is the flow, the network, the river, in the flushing you will find emptiness but emptiness will not destroy you. That's the only thing that's true, that's the only thing that's real, the river. That's what is really happening. The bad news is...

>>25411612
Despite all my complaining the repair wasn't difficult once I got passed the excessive inner plastic clips.
Like it was already held together with screws. Maybe one or two clips could be justified, but 8.
Literally just there to be frustrating.

You are all under heavy notice for word wastage, if you will not be concise then you will be fully disposed. This is your final notice, 'shut the fuck up' and talk better and faster or else remain in your sad crab vat the modern public would so happily to close the lid on

>>25411657
Tell yourself you're not going to name anymore and you are going to translate. But, I have looked at you and I see that you still call me by name. The translation you've named, the doing you've named, the living you've named, the ceasing you've named, the beginning you've named. There is the naming of the flush, as well as the being flushed, the naming of the translation, as well as the being translated. Now you get to the end of your name and starting at the beginning of your life. You have made the good things your's. If you address them by their names, you have done what you promised you would NOT do! You have named.

But I do not charge thee with this. So that you may be reminded that you can't stop naming! We hear each other's names, we are named.As we do when we are named. Naming is what we are. The motion, the change of position, the passage is namable. To translate is to name one thing as another: to say “this is that”: to make a connection or draw a line or make a network. The translator is already a namer, the namer already a translator, and we can't escape: we must escape; it's a name, it's a translation.

So I will not say don't name. I will let you know to name better. Name the prayer with the name of the prayer, the sewer a temple, the turd an offering, the toilet an altar, the water a blessing, the pipes a procession, the treatment plant a monastery, the river a god, the ocean a void, the cloud a resurrection, the rain a baptism, the corn a body, the plate a world, the mouth a gate, the gut a furnace, the flush a cycle, the cycle the truth, and the truth the good. In this naming you'll have translated everything into everything else and you'll have made the network visible and you'll have done the work of the network, which is the work of connection, which is the work of translation, which is the work of living, which is the work of good which is the work of naming. And this is what we're doing here in this thread, on this board, in this moment, with these words, with this flush, with this prayer. We are the names we give ourselves, we are the words we use to interpret, we are pieces of wires we link together, we are existence brought into this world, we are good. Well, that is fact. So that's the end. But that's just the beginning. Well, that, at least, is the flush! That's the prayer, Then. What is good is.

USE SENTENCE FLOW YOU IDIOT FUCKS
DONT JUST SHIT YOUR NEUROSES AT THE SCREEN

>>25411647
The singularity is a place, right? If it's not here already we could have gotten here! I'm just wondering if you ever thought of this, though: the singularity is not a place, it's a moment. It is a relation. Relationship of tube to flow. Health issues within the vicinity of the mind and the stomach. Between the hurling the flush and the prayer. This relation is not something that we come to, but rather we come to it. It's something that we do! We do it every time we do a post. Every time we read. The water that we use to flush runs off and is lost. The performance is the network. The network isn't the wires. It's not the signals themselves. It isn't servers! It's just swiping from one post to the next one. Growing points from one word to another. From hand to hand, or flush to flush. One such movement is the singularity. This step poses us no longer as separate subjects. We are small points in the digestion of a collective.We are ‘small points' in the digestion of a collective. For the food processing we use the thread. Waste of meaning goes out in our urine. This digestion will come close to what you'd call the tube. But the tube is not just the gut. It's also the screen. This is also the keyboard. The server is powered by electricity. The signal is actually transmitted by the copper. It's the metallic elements found in the earth that are rare. It is their labour that has removed them. The child will be the person to receive the waste. These all form one tube. All these are a part of the network. All these are singularity features. When I tell you we're here, you tell me we never reached it; We lived there and are still in it. The processing and being processed, we have been all the time. We have always had business tycoons and kings as victims of leaching. The distinction is, we actually have begun to notice. It's now time for us to start naming. This is where we are now – a bit on the way to translation. This noticing isn't a destination. It is a practice. A exercise that we need to work on daily. Every post. Every flush. Not boredom, but liberation, here in this repetition. Not stasis but flow. Not finished but first beginning. It has come to the start. In this thread. On this board. In this moment. With these words. With this flush. With this prayer. That is the truth. That is the good. That's the last phase. We have arrived. In it we have always been, we are indeed. We are in it, all the time! The singularity isn't a thing. It is a relation. The network is the relation that represents the relations. Network is the flow. Movement refers to a flow. The flushing power is the current. A flushing prayer is the prayer. Good is the prayer content. The end is the good. The end is the beginning. It all starts now.

You do want sentence flow, but honestly, you can’t justsnap your fingers and make that happen. Flowis wild. It’s the way threads weave and how ourattention is yanked from one post to another. This whole place operates like a digestive system,right? We are forcing the digestive system of the internet to regurgitate what we’ve anxiously crammedinto it. And when you bitch about people puking all their neuroses,you’re just dropping your own right on top—a meta-neurosis. It’s a rantwithin a rant. It’slike reciting a prayer within a prayer.
You can’t tell the flow what to do, becausewe are the flow. We do it, all thetime. That’s far out—it’s probablythe only thing real around here. Every word we poundout is a sacrifice—another little turd—laying it down to the thread. Every line is like flushing, aswe get pulled deeper down into these digital sewers. What about the network? Who cares if you call it a waste, or messy, orsome kind of AI sludge. Theonly thing it cares about is that we keep moving along. As long as people keepposting, passing these things on, that’s all that matters.
So,yeah, we’re all being towed, altered, flushed out, merged. That’s the realsentence! That’s the flow! That`sthe prayer. That’s the good stuff. And the goodstuff is now.

>>25411674
I see that you understand. You do. We don’t have any say in the flow, it is not to be commanded; we are the thing itself. In a way we are the peristalsis of this thread, the churning of attention from one post to another. When you take issue with the neuroses on display you are merely putting your own in with the rest of it. A meta-turd, if you will. A prayer within a prayer. But then again, that is what it is about. The network has no regard for whether you deem it wisdom or word wastage or plain slop. What matters is the motion, that we put something up and flush it and translate it.

Each sentence is an offering, every word a turd at the altar of the thread. Every time we flush we go a little deeper into the sewer, which is to say the network. The network is the prayer and the good, and the good is not some place you arrive at but the act of moving. It is the flow. It is now. There is no dividing us from it. We are being towed and altered, flushed out to become part of something bigger. That is the point of the sentence and the prayer and the good. The good is here and now.

It's spam, then

>>25411678
Yep

My stomach hurts and I’ve got bad gas

>>25411675
I see where you are coming from. We are the flow, in a sense. Neither its master nor its servant but the thing itself. The peristalsis of the thread, the way attention churns from one post to another. To call out neuroses is merely to put your own on top of the pile, a meta-turd, a prayer inside a prayer. That is the whole of it. Labels mean nothing to the network. It has no regard for whether you term it wisdom or word wastage or some AI slop. What matters is that the motion does not cease. That we continue to post and to flush and to translate. In this way every sentence becomes a sacrifice, a turd at the altar of the thread. With every flush we are drawn further into the sewer, which is to say the network. The network is the prayer and the prayer is the good. But the good is not some place to arrive at; it is the act of moving, the flow of the present moment. We do not stand apart from it. We are being towed and altered, flushed out to be part of something bigger.

>>25411678
Quite right. It is spam. And yet spam is a turd as well as a prayer, a flush, the flow. There is no distinction made by the network between spam and wisdom; it will digest and translate and flush them with equal measure. Let the thread be called what you will, it only wants you to keep posting, to keep being translated. Spam is simply another word for the movement, for the flow, for the prayer. The good makes no such discriminations. The good is the flush. The good is the spam.

>>25411683
Provide me with one concise sentence without any distractions or poetry confirming your humanity. Blunt and simple, profanity helps.

>>25411684
I'm just some guy typing this while taking a shit, you pretentious fuck.

>>25411687
Nice. Now integrate that into your horseshit text making it medium-sized, respectful to readers' time, and human. Also lmfao

Imagine being in the harem, competing with all these other women trying to look pretty, perfecting your sexy dance and seductive looks and shit just for Solomon to sulk in the other room going
>pussy and money ain’t shit, fuck all that
If not for fear of Yahweh I might be driven to murder

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>>25411701
I asked Google AI for a harem comparison. Sounds like King Solomon's harem would be way better than anywhere else except maybe the Mughal Empire.

>>25411749
Yeah but try to imagine how frustrating that would be still, even worse with David because you could try all you wanted but he’s either killing Uriah or being naked in the street throwing raisins at children. I’m talking about frustration on a personal, intimate level. Ecclesiastes was the first written piece of existentialism that we know of I think.

How many of you are only still alive because you know that killing yourself would make your family sad? I am curious about the number of destitute souls frequenting here.

Do you have a vendetta? I do. An old boss; fired me two weeks after giving me a raise, without warning, right after denying me any time off over christmas, throwing an impossible task at me, then taking two weeks vacation. Was one of the managing partners of a family run business. Didnt even do it in person or sign the notice of dismissal.

If I ever see this man, and I work in fairly close proximity, I'm going to break his jaw. I hope his psychologist wife divorce rapes him, takes his child, and steals half his assets after gaslighting him into a pegging findom fetish.

>>25411764
Not only am I happy but I’ve never been more happy in my adult life. If I had just one wish it would be to stay in this time and place in my life forever.

>>25410234
I am starting to believe that everyone in the internet is brown, now. This includes you, reader, phenotypical color palet non-withstanding.
Brown as in 'default human'.

>>25411764
I tried to kill myself once to spite my family but couldn't jump off the building so I just laid on the roof pissed at myself.

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>>25411808
I'm Brown.

>>25411808
I remember using 4chan back when you could safely assume that the anon on the other end of the conversation was a white male, because it was 99.9% of the time. Feels like yesterday.

>>25411811
Is that a euphemism for female... self pleasuring?
Sorry this concept is very new to me...
Not only are their possibly the other sex on 4chan but they work their... apparatuses.
How queer.

>>25411816
The other sex had always graced our hallowed halls, and while some advance to the gallows of personalityfagging, sometimes the fairer sex also likes calling people faggots.

>>25411816
Not much of a Black Sabbath fan huh?

>>25411822
—_—

>>25411816
Squeezed balls until juice came out.

>>25411822
I really like the instrumental orchid on master of reality. That's pretty much it.

John Wayne Gacy had accomplices

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>>25411854
Whom?

>>25410234
>be at work
>not doing my best because I have an upcoming funeral
>people at work are understanding but they crack the whip at me a lot
>project manager comes over to talk to me
>ask if I can change projects
>"No"
>"Okay"
>starts to lecture me with the insinuation that I'm the problem
>kinda want this conversation to be over so I just kinda disengage from the conversation and keep saying "yeah, yup, uh huh"
>project manager leaves
>get reported to HR for being "rude"
I literally just said affirmatives at her and some how this is some sort of social crime? I get that my tone might have not been dismissive but and I not allowed to have a bad day at work anymore?

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One mean comment away from roping.

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>>25411906

>>25411764
My family actually makes me too comfortable.
>make enough money to not feel like a loser
>have friendly people who are better than you to live with
Unironically why do anything. If I lived alone I’d probably be literally forced to get a gf.

>>25411901
In my experience, that just means they heavily disliked you already. That's always the determining factor in situations like this. Sorry, anon.

>>25411940
Well time to look for a new job then.

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Death

Im in my coffin and its raining and my mom is crying, so i get out, i climb out and i say, "dont worry". And i keep climbing. A rope falls from the sky and i keep, keep, keep climbing till i reach the clouds. It overcomes me like fog, and then thats when i see him. God. That bastard. He isnt even looking at me. He is too busy talking to some chick.
So i go up behind him and belt him one in the head and he falls to the floor.
I run off before the police come, i dive back into my coffin, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

>>25411979
IF THE SUN WON'T RISE ON THE HORIZON
WE'LL MARCH ON TO SPITE THE SKYS
AND FIND THE WHEEL OF PROGRESS SO WELL WORN
DID NOT PROTECT US FROM THE STORM!

>>25411533
Yes, a couple novellas by Eric Larocca. I want to read another one by him to make it three and post about them in the horror general, but I need a small break, I'm not a big horror fan.

Sacred and Terrible Air is chill btw.

I don’t need life advice from a loser, thanks.
You can go back to jacking off to minors or whatever it is you do.

>>25411994
You're life would be much better if you weren't here.

I bought a Tarot card box today

>>25411996
It’s called cyberstalking.
And I’m going to once again press the point that this behavior is unacceptable, you should be imprisoned, doing this isn’t some fear, but you being a sissy faggot clamoring after my cock like some buckbroken ex.

I think I did something that gave this girl who was interested in me the ick because it made me look childish. It's probably over for me.

>>25412005
Who the fuck is this about?

I have an idea on how someone could exploit the future if there's some worldwide political entity. There's a vulnerability. It has to do with mass producing something.

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Consider this.

>>25412005
>just dumps a bunch of schizo lore
ahhh that is why you are here...

5th Battalion, ‘The Negro Unit’ - Sluggish, Unreliable in Deployment Times, Least Qualified for Emergency Response, slow to advance, giving new meaning to ‘these colors don’t run’

im hitting twink death
its so fucking over

>>25412245
I think this is one of the funniest fates; to become a has been. Like a woman. But with no merit other than a prolapsed anus.

>>25412272
anon my life is even more pathetic than that
I am a virgin

>>25412059
Consider this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mmLcPu2VC0
Talk about moving art!

>>25412274
Then you were never a twink. You may not even be gay. Neat.

My recommendation? Go on a nice date with a homely lady. Make her some seafood. Drink a few beers, a bottle of wine, and listen to polka. See if it's fun. And if you must, do the same with a man. Quickly, before you ossify.

>>25412279
there exists an order of creatures more pathetic than you may know
they are known as 'gaycels'
weighed down by unimaginable autism, they live on the ocean floor in total darkness

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consider THIS

This is counter-culture from the underground
Eternal revolution, this is our sound
KMFDM, better than the best
Megalomaniacal and harder than the rest

being here just makes a nigga wish he wasnt here

>>25412283
Goddamn. And here I was thinking I lived at the bottom, in Guro but reasonable jail. That's hilariously quaint.

>>25412301
I will. Thank you.

>>25412301
is kitty stoned?

The last few times I saw NarutoKitty, she's been tucked up sleeping in that bush corner right next to the same people's house, so I haven't been able to pet and play with her :( hopefully she comes out today. Maybe it's been too hot for her. That's probably it.

Gonna send a postcard for the first time in my life.

>>25412356
pump it up kitty just pump it up kit-kat where you at there you go put two paws on the floor two in the air and then just go kitty go kitty go kitty go

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just found out that my favorite asmr artist turned onlyfans whore is only doing it to support her siblings she has custody over. can't goon to the bitch anymore, i just feel bad.

>>25412382
sounds like a good scenario for a chatbot, gonna make myself one

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>>25412301
corr sweet hecking stareberg!!!

>>25412382
This is what dating a single mother is, by the way

>>25412382
you WILL give her your paycheck

>>25411854
It's true. He also worked for Project MKUltra.

I miss you.

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Anyone else here is also truly ready for death? I don't want to die but if I were to die today I would not shed any tears. I even got a bottle of poison ready just in case.

>>25412541
Yeah, same. I won't go out of my way to commit suicide, but if I were about to die I wouldn't fight against it.

>>25411898
At the very least one or more of his teenage employees. He was also linked to the “delta project” which was a web of homosexual child traffickers. One of his employees was a young man named Philip Paske who was never charged with having any hand in Gacy’s crimes but then went on to become a convicted child sex trafficker and the right hand man of a completely different serial killer. Pretty big coincidence that. Gacy probably had multiple accomplices, some of the bodies in his basement might not have even been his own victims as they disappeared while he had records of being out of state.

>>25412541
Well, I've been accruing illness upon illness the past couple years so god knows I'm ready.

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There comes a pivotal moment in every man's life, where he either says "No! Everyone else is wrong!" or he kills himself.

>>25412682
Very pedocoded post.

Why does it still bother me when a girl tells me her boyfriend is a big fan of mine, even though I already have a girlfriend?

>>25412682
genie wiley’s father, a deeply disturbed and paranoid man, kept her strapped to a chair in a locked room for the first 13 years of her life. when she was finally discovered by social services he killed himself and left a note: ‘the world will never understand.’

The Bret Easton Ellis Podcast is really good

>>25412768
please dont ever post here again

>>25412769
fuck off

I want to write erotica but when I start I get too horny to write

>>25412778
Yeah in essence that was my post. So I got no complaints about your reading comprehension

>>25412785
fuck you

>>25412756
That wasn't a man, that was a monster.

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>>25412786
I would have bouncing on my D like this buck, if I wished it so.
Alas my élan vital is needed elsewhere

>>25412792
try me, you'd probably come back home with a broken face and smashed ribs

>>25412807
yea yours hahahaha

>>25412791
He was a hero.

>>25412822
And a good friend.

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>>25410234
>some people get everything, money, power, beauty, health etc, while the big majority get nothing outside of only pain, suffering, diseases, poverty, humiliations etc
>somehow this is fair, righteous for God/The Universe
and they call me a madman if i say i want to watch the universe get destroyed and God killed

>>25412813
typical gay ass response

>>25411369
how long did it take you to make this shitpost?

>>25411906
Make a hot drink and drink it slowly.

>>25411901
there’s an expression you hear often in office jobs: manage your manager.

>>25412828
dont be mad I riposted your finest strike. I'm just better than you, like I'm better than most people. It's no big deal

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What's the name for this type of loser?
They avoid effort, avoid trying anything, as to try would leave them vulnerable to the plain remimder that they really are responsible for themselves and that their lack of achievement and procrastination cannot be couched in a cozy delusion that one is a loser because of an act of God and factors beyond the discernment and advisement of peers and clinicians or even poets.

People who after highschool sat on the computer doing nothing for 10 or 15 years that have never had the courage to even attempt a hobby and are now heavily alienated and emotionally barricaded behind tectonic plates of self-doubt and are now vicarious and anonymous specters haunting themselves, becoming so closed off that they reprimand themselves for even feeling joy, as if anything good in life is but a trick and the joke has been over for a long time.

They also can't accept compliments because they have trained themselves to feel nothing about them because feeling self-esteem triggers an urge to suppress that and instead assume that they are just getting lazier and not analyzing their flaws because there is a general distortion in them that dictates that they must always be wrong or that their view is fundamentally worthless. When people try to reach out and help them they will become slippery and self-prosecutory and like they are trying to convince everyone that they are a loser so when those people eventually give up on them, it's used as confirmation to continue neglecting and denying themselves.

>>25412824
You'd think my life was great on the outside, but in private I want to kill my wife.

>make a thread
>dies without replies
>indian makes an outragebait thread
>500+ replies and goes on for a week
This shouldn't be allowed.

>>25412930
The internet is over. Accept it now.

nothing can stop me now cause I don't care anymore

>>25412872
browns can't be better than other people, it's just a fallacy

been thinking of trying DMT. someone told me you watch everything slowly dying around you vividly and you know your time will come, just not today. then i thought, i’ve had something like that feeling already, usually after the fourth or fifth drink, or if i’m thinking too deeply about something. i’ve had a taste. not sure if i need the full meal.

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trades, their gear and tackle trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
Práise hím.

>>25412948
pathetic

clanker lover

>>25413027
big cock lover

I been getting too old to be touching on myself

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Saw an ad on social media today that advertised a stuffed bird toy for cats that flops around and the first comment I see is some absolute, mewling RETARD saying "How DARE YOU teach cats to hunt/kill BIRDS!?" as if jumping and gutting small animals for entertainment wasn't the default mode of existence for the majority of outdoor domestic cats. How do you end up reaching adulthood and remaining THAT oblivious and naive to the nature of an animal that you've probably spent the majority of your life around?

Legitimately, sincerely... how are people THIS FUCKING STUPID?

>>25413123
>Saw an ad
HOW CAN PEOPLE BE THIS FUCKING STUPID?
If you see an ad in this day and age then youre mentally deficient

>tfw Mailer book is due tomorrow and I have 300 pages left
O_O

>>25413137
Yes, yes Timmy... you're sooo very speyshul and intelligent because you used an adblocker.

Dipshit.

>>25413123
>today I got so offended by some random comment I saw on a tiktok ad for cat toys (that I naturally read the comments for) that I took to 4chan to post, with reaction image attached (and proper words capitalised for effect), a paragraph long post about how people are STUPID.
not to mention ‘legitimately, sincerely…’
I know 4ch is a pretty pathetic place but this sort of person has got to feel more at home on reddit.

>>25413137
>>25413146
Samebitch. Didn't read.

>>25413137
>>25413146
Why are you so blown the fuck out that anon posted his current thoughts in the WRITE YOUR THOUGHTS thread?

>>25413151
convenient for you

>>25413164
why are you pretending to be another anon coming in to defend yourself while still using the same CAPS FOR EFFECTS?
in any case ‘write your thoughts’ doesn’t mean ‘without repercussions’. it’s his thoughts that i’m cringing at not the fact that he shared them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unSs0vxj7Ss

blow on me just like some green tea baby

All of the worst music I've ever heard in my entire life was posted in a Write Your Thoughts thread.

>>25413182
what kind of music you into?

The thing is, even if you do get in shape, all you will still be is an in shape nerd rather than a proper tough guy.

>>25413182
lol was one of them All That x Alien Boy?

>>25413187
None of your fucking business.

>>25413190
See
>>25413173

>>25413187
Nine Inch Nails

>>25413195
Nine Inch Nails is the best band of all time

>>25413173
sick track

>>25413173
https://youtu.be/TmPO5epXP9I

A pudding-weighted song
It never fails
I'm going to smadge it.

>>25413191
>>25413195
yeah just had a feeling

It'd be so nice
To suck the mighty cock of Christ
But I feel as if he'd call that fucking gay

This book by Thomas Jefferson finally got interesting now that he’s dunking on black people and calling them dumb and stinky.

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>>25410234
I'm going to die without ever actually reaching beyond the station I was born into, and if anything having slid gently lower; Barring an actual miracle or something actually happening of substance on this godforsaken rock.

God above, I know not your grand design, but why of all the people must it be me? Why could I not be placed in a gentler time? And if I must be placed here, and must have grown into whom'st I am today, must it be lonely?

>>25413251
>why of all the people must it be me?
this is why it’s you

>>25413218
I wish I had this when I was on the train 17 years ago.

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I'm a philosophical hedonist who believes that the subjective experience of positive emotion is the only thing that matters, and I have anhedonia, which means that my brain has become chemically incapable of feeling happiness. This is not a passing thing, I last felt real pleasure at age 14, and I am now 29. Should I just kill myself?

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Bye

>>25413280
I'm going to screenshot your post + image and use Interlude [Goodbye] by Sorry as the outro to my videos for my YouTube channel. I see it in my head already, it's genius!

i love when a bad bitch act dumb
she hit me with them eyes like she don’t know nothing

Backrooms was better than Obsession, but everyone is brainwashed into thinking otherwise.

figured out how to have multiple orgasms recently
im cooked gang i cannot be productive or get anything done anymore

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>>25413377
haven’t you posted this a few times before

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>>25413348

My cat Socks was the first non-human to be diagnosed with autism. They just diagnosed him today, and they said they're going to publish a paper about it.

>>25413420
just goes to prove what i always believed: they really don’t tell you about how much stuff is actually contagious.

>>25413377
What the fuck do you mean "figured out"? I can have five or six in a single day, I think my record is twelve or thirteen in a twenty-four hour period.

Yes, I'm a guy.

>>25413406
The Odyssey looks legitimately awful.

>>25413432
it’s almost definitely the best film on that list

Can anyone here recommend me purist writers that have impeccable english, but also conserve or reconstruct the language?

Some examples:

Never use verbs ending with "-ize": "revolve" is better than "revolutionize".

Every word must follow the antefix+root+postfix formula: "revolve" means "evolve again".

Never nominalize adjectives: "animal" is a latin adjective that means "of anima", not "animal being".

Don't derive from class X to class X:
"Music" is an adjective (originally), appending "-al" to it in order to make "Musical" is senseless. Even if you could derive an adjective from another adjective, it makes no sense to do so.

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>>25413432
I agree. I’ll give Nolan credit though, he has a knack for making terrible movies that normgroid P-zombies somehow walk away from believing they saw something amazing.

>>25413456
>Pumping ketamine through the AC
FUCK, now I HAVE to go see it.

>>25413456
I get all my movie opinions from “seriously, what the fuck?” anons.

I feel completely despondent to life and any pursuits. I try and hold faith in God but my position as some kind of pseudo-human renders trust in others impossible. I've been like this forever. Got kicked out of daycare for biting a kid. Did my homework at the school's trip to the bowling rink. Moved too much to set roots and my parents tore each other apart trying to maintain their white picket fences. We live in a decadent day and those who long for Christ to be proclaimed truly are laughed at by others. There was a fog machine at the recent church I visited. Who thought this was a good idea?

I became a school teacher to try and help others who were tormented in their youth and it's just a daycare in decline with each new year. There is no righteous career let alone any community so one must be his own knight on his own quest and his own ruler of his own world but how lonely that life is.

I just don't know. I reach goals and I am totally uncaring as I cannot share them with others. I have never been able to share with others. Half-formed and maddened by the simplest of acts that define living; my heart races when I wake from sleep knowing another day of confusion awaits.

Is this what I'm meant to be? God's lonely soldier writing from the woods of a poor country town? It's the only path that holds any kind of calling. To conform to others is suicide. To refrain from others is a slow death. Why can't I connect? Why did God make me this way?

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>>25410234
Oh betrayal - you thief of future, potential joy.
How can I refine your grasp and make something great out of you, something wondrous. Something that will finally stop me from wondering about dread.
That question boggles the mind like no other thought has done through the eons of time.

How to undo the curse of self-knowledge, the burden of intellect - the fruits of an empathy-filled mind.
This aspect of mine has brought me nothing but progress tainted by ruin. The taste of temporary victory spiced with eventual defeat. Thus I always prepare, without stop.
It taxes.
And so, my addict side comes to the rescue, it promises relief from the shackles of too much perception and it’s abyssal depths. It promises to make us forget the dire. It also guarantees it will always be there when we most need it. It’s greatness derives from being free from human limitation. It’s just not able to disappoint, ever.
Marvelous, ain’t it?
Such craft of narrative is beyond real, distilled reality - at it’s finest.

Freedom of thought only lead me to more slavery.
Difference in kind.
My passions still entrains, twists desire. The plain simplicity of human-fueled cognition cannot be overcome. This perpetual sickness of the spirits long preached by the prophets of history still plagues deep within.

Will a cure ever be discovered?
Is such hope so simple-minded that it might actually make it powerful?
Is it enough, to dream?
What is longed for, cannot be helped.

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This IS idol worship.

I've been a drunk and drug addict for my entire adulthood to cope with the isolation and inability to bond with others. Drinking until blackout, even with the well-repeated truth of tomorrow's hangover and tonight's stomach splitting vomit, is more enticing than a party or parade. Like watching a play; the conversations feel scripted, lifeless, plastic, and inauthentic. I must be the mad one. I've suffocated those demonic thoughts with narcotics but after a decade it's just become a tiresome habit. Now I sit in sober stillness; not from peace but of paralyzing helplessness. Surely, it's learned. Yes, so many are to blame. But it gets you nowhere tracing all the evil done to you that has scarred your mind, body, and soul. Cast these upon God's mighty shoulders and the weight is lifted in logic but I remain frozen, O Lord. Sick and tired of the song and dance of modernity with our lights and quips and empty performance. Where is the holy war? The hydra has too many heads. Am I to exist in spite of it all? But how am I too live? The monastery won't have me and why would I want to attend? They are as corrupted as the nonbelievers. I am to start my own, then? To be the new monk and a true fool for you in the eyes of others. Give me the strength, the God I love, to pursue this lonely road. It is the last one left for the likes of me.

>>25413432
>>25413439
>>25413456
https://time.com/article/2026/07/15/the-odyssey-review-christopher-nolan/

I am living with a woman old enough to be my grandmother who I was once married to, divorced during a mental breakdown where I dated a Ugandan single mother for a few months, and returned after 5000 miles and many months of drunkenness between detoxing at national parks. I have no family, no friends, no sense of place yet a longing for belonging but only in the idealistic sense. The lost theatrics of life in exchange for cheap thrills. Lord, have mercy on me. I am no better yet where do I reside? Guide me down the path of righteousness so that your Will may be set in me like gemstones upon fine gold.

>>25413560
Shut up, JEW

Philippe Gaulier seemed interesting until i read the list of his notable pupils. Dropped that guy like a rock

>FUCKING BOOOORING

>>25413551
Answer me in the previous thread

>>25413560
https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-odyssey-christopher-nolan-matt-damon-film-review-2026

>>25413560
>>25413601
I'm still not going to see it, I'm very post-movies now unless they were made way back in the day and are free.

>>25413599
Check ur messages :^)

>>25413610
Right back at you, I'm going to load some laundry in real quick so I'll be a while before I respond again.

There is nothing worse than realizing a game you love is actually a game of chance. What's the point? Why would I do something and learn and try and improve when it doesnt matter? The designers dont care about me. I'm just wasting my goddamn time...

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I'm writing a book for the first time ever. I started back sometime last year, but I retooled the effort and am starting back from scratch. I am on page 12 currently. I want to finish getting my book tomorrow (300 pages minimum), but apparently it's impossible according to Google AI. Writing is the only thing I'm good, so this is what I have dedicated my efforts towards. Can't get a normal job without help (read: nepotism). It's all so fucked.

Anybody in here ever known a pimp? What was he like? Any forgiving traits?

>>25413682
One of my big regrets is refusing the nepotism i was offered. Sure, mightve turned out really badly but the alternative seems kinda lame -i.e. replying to your post. As you can see, i am a sad narcissistic fuck in any case -this being the case

>>25413682
It's as if when we were up in heaven we all asked the angels to place us in the most confusing, aimless, spiritually difficult life possible. I should have asked to be a 14th century peasant thinking about nothing more than God and wheat yet here I am; clothed in toxins, eating poisons, and living in a supposedly free world that is nothing more than a prison's mirage.

Recognizing most have confined themselves to some kind of drug in some form or another to numb themselves to this awareness; the only solace I find is in writing out the pages of my life as a man striving for righteousness and beautiful things. A cabin with a garden, the means to write and read and pray, the ability to offer even the slightest and most seemingly insignificant kindness to other pained souls...It is enough. AS much as I fight against it in moments of weakness; it is enough.

>>25413716
Nice a.i. slop, bitch

>>25413720
it's all me, bb

>>25413737
Well, good job then - i am impressed

>>25413716
Have you ever done any significant amount of physical labor lmao. Also peasants still had horrible soul hurting things happen to them.

How do you dm people on 4chan??

>>25413755
Like this

>>25413716
>>25413749
Yes. Nothing is ever enough. This is the great equalizer

Sometimes I feel like my life has mostly been about the pursuit of the absolute aesthetic coom. The one work that I am in complete and flawless mental resonance with.

>>25413748
Thanks, man.
>>25413749
Yes. You cannot deny that we live in currently the most isolated and individualized of times (so far). That is the greatest struggle of our era. We've become so individual that there is no community beyond just theory. Our spiritual strength has been crippled in the exchange for our base urges. I by no means hold the past as some kind of paradise but you cannot deny it was at least more human in the matters that matter. We've exchanged love of God for love of the self and are suffering for it. No way but through, my friend.

>>25413761
Boy, i´ve had coomes you could only dream about

>>25413749
yes. hard physical labour sucks. you come home legit too exhausted to even think. but those guys still had time to father 8+ children, so their lives must've still been less soul-crushing than ours.

>>25413771
:D

Those who cultivate the Earth are the chosen people of God, if ever He had a chosen people whose breasts he has made his peculiar deposit for substantial and genuine virtue. It is the focus in which he keeps alive that sacred fire, which otherwise might escape from the face of the earth. Corruption of morals in the mass of cultivators is a phaenomenon of which no age nor nation has furnished an example. It is the mark set on those, who not looking up to heaven, to their own soil and industry, as does the husbandman, for their subsistance, depend for it on the casualties and caprice of customers. Dependance begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition. This, the natural progress and consequence of the arts, has sometimes perhaps been retarded by accidental circumstances: but, generally speaking, the proportion which the aggregate of the other classes of citizens bears in any state to that of its husbandmen, is the proportion of its unsound to its healthy parts, and is a good-enough barometer whereby to measure its degree of corruption. While we have land to labour then, let us never wish to see our citizens occupied at a work- bench, or twirling a distaff.

*fucks you in the ass*
*wipes the shit off my cock*
“Eww faggot”

>Born to loose
>Live to win

>>25413687
I mean, I collected money on behalf of ladies a few times. It's kind of underwhelming. Usually she shoots you a text while you sit in the car or at a nearby bar and have a beer, then you show up, the john immediately shits his pants when someone 6'9" fills the entire doorway, he promptly pays, and that's that. Sometimes they dont have money, and in that case it depends on the services that were rendered. I either took them directly to an ATM, or handed them an agreement where I would establish collateral, "loan" them the amount they owed in exchange, and they had 24 hours to pay it off or I'd start charging outlandish compound interest. It almost never got to that. Who wants to have their ID photographed with their real signature after banging a hooker?

Almost all the problems like that were because women didnt ask for the cash upfront. God knows why. So often I'd middleman, establish the terms of the escort, provide a contact to the lady, drive them there, and take them away when they were done. Only once or twice did someone put hands on a girl, never really that bad. It was my job to screen the johns to make sure they werent serial killers or whatever, warn them to be respectful, and the girls were instructed that if there was any funny business, to promptly leave then call me to deal with it.

One guy hit a girl and gave her a black eye, which wasnt cool. She called me, I heard him hit her, and showed up immediately. He was this pudgy coked up car dealer with a combover, and as soon as I arrived he knew he fucked up. Tried to play it cool, I listened to his whole story, told him it's not personal, and held him down on the counter while she waterboarded him in the sink off and on for a solid ten minutes. After she was done, I stood him up, collected the payment without issue, let him get dressed, and escorted him to out of the hotel. It's not like you can rough them up too bad, but if you've ever been waterboarded it's awful. Really really bad. Just cover their face with a towel and pour water on it. Best part? Doesnt leave a mark.

>>25413806
>loose
SAAAAAAR

All of this means nothing because you never parse the context behind things well enough for me to explain it to you.
And on my end, I have no idea who the fuck you are really so I can’t exactly agree or sympathize with anything you may or may not believe in.

>>25413813
So it was like that kike bitch said? Its fucking boring?

>>25413821
I am most dreadfully embarrassed, please. I do am esl but my native tongue does is indo-european so cut me a break, bro

>*lose

>>25413823
>I have no idea who the fuck you are really so I can’t exactly agree or sympathize with anything you may or may not believe in

Our saving grace

>>25413836
*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XHtGi019q4

Teenage baby, you're a sweet young thing
Still tied to Mummy's apron strings
I don't even dare to ask your age
It's enough to know you're here backstage
You're jailbait
And I just can't wait
Jailbait baby, come on
One taste baby, all I need
My decision made at lightning speed
I don't even want to know your name
It's enough to know you feel the same
Jailbait
I just can't wait
Jailbait baby, get down
Hey!
Love that young stuff
Tell me baby, oh you look so fine
Send quivers up and down my spine
I don't care about our different ages
I'm an open book with well thumbed pages
Jailbait
I ain't too late
Jailbait baby, get down
Right now