Outlined in the Bible is the origin of the Earth and universe, however something not really touched on is how God has been there from time immemorial. I have put a lot of thought to it and have realized it is because he is connected to everything that the faith of the future created him in the past. This is one of the reasons he places so much importance on faith, however since it has already happened it is also inevitable. It is also why Jesus and God could foresee the future, along with simply being all-powerful. The will of the good created God, and thus all things, which is why he loves it.
Do not try to place more importance on faith or good than God himself though, without him there would be no existence. It was through our will that he may have been survived in this universe, but through him are our only means to exist. Without him we would be lost in a time that never existed, we cannot exist without him but he could and did without us.
This is also just conjecture, perhaps God will reveal his own origin soon enough.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Cinnamon Buns herself
So today at work besides the usual runaround I had some really nice things happen on the side. The most uplifting thing that has happened to me in a good year actually was I got to see Cinnamon Buns today, the most beautiful girl in the world. I walked out of the end of my aisle and she was watching me out of the corner of her eye with her boyfriend.
I remarked to myself on her beauty and she told him "You said he'd call me fat," which not only is ridiculous to think I would say considering she looks just as gorgeous EVEN IF she gained a minute amount of unnoticeable weight, I cannot believe he would actually say that to her. This asshole is dating the most attractive woman to ever live and he is calling her fat. It really pisses me off, really bad but what can you do? She was wearing purple tie-dye leggings (*quivers*) and a little sweater which made her look slightly thicker because I imagine the point was to try and get me to call her fat (ridiculous when even if she weighed a hundred more pounds she would be more attractive than 90% of women) and didn't have makeup on. She actually looks better without it.
Seeing her made me realize the girl I was imagining in my head, my remembrance of her was all wrong in a few areas when she didn't have makeup on. To be honest I still remember times when she looked exactly like the image I had in my head, now though I have another to commit to memory. One that is much more humble and humility looks somehow still striking on her.
Katlynn if you ever read this, you're not fat. You're beautiful. I miss you. I love you. Thanks for coming in to work yesterday so that I could see you, I'm going to remember it for the rest of my life. Don't let your stupid boyfriend bring you down, don't let anyone ever make you believe you are less than perfect. I only wish I could have seen you smile first, okay maybe got to touch your butt too, before you left.
I remarked to myself on her beauty and she told him "You said he'd call me fat," which not only is ridiculous to think I would say considering she looks just as gorgeous EVEN IF she gained a minute amount of unnoticeable weight, I cannot believe he would actually say that to her. This asshole is dating the most attractive woman to ever live and he is calling her fat. It really pisses me off, really bad but what can you do? She was wearing purple tie-dye leggings (*quivers*) and a little sweater which made her look slightly thicker because I imagine the point was to try and get me to call her fat (ridiculous when even if she weighed a hundred more pounds she would be more attractive than 90% of women) and didn't have makeup on. She actually looks better without it.
Seeing her made me realize the girl I was imagining in my head, my remembrance of her was all wrong in a few areas when she didn't have makeup on. To be honest I still remember times when she looked exactly like the image I had in my head, now though I have another to commit to memory. One that is much more humble and humility looks somehow still striking on her.
Katlynn if you ever read this, you're not fat. You're beautiful. I miss you. I love you. Thanks for coming in to work yesterday so that I could see you, I'm going to remember it for the rest of my life. Don't let your stupid boyfriend bring you down, don't let anyone ever make you believe you are less than perfect. I only wish I could have seen you smile first, okay maybe got to touch your butt too, before you left.
Read all about it! Niggers control my every thought!
So I finally learned exactly what niggers have been doing when they chicken-arise and what they have been telling people who also want to chicken-arise and be evil little shits and what not. They've been staring at the back of my head or at minimum talking behind my back (so brave), because they think it makes bitching work better and somehow I will listen to them. All they're really doing is suggesting things, most likely allowing my intuition to affect them making them slightly more accurate, and the most SUPER CONTROLLING thing they can accomplish is making an ex-alcoholic twitch, lmfao.
Now, assuming this doesn't work on everybody (I am of the belief it does, I'm just psychic so it might be easier to guess what I'm going to do etc) that means if I have a person behind me that I can trust it would entirely remove their influence. Alternatively, I can also simply turn around. Boy, how will I ever beat all the niggers?
So if you want to perform some evil magic where you attempt to control someone, according to the nigger-horde;
1. Stay behind them, out of sight, act scared
2. Call their name, get their attention in the most piss-annoying way possible
3. Talk for two straight hours and then when something finally happens besides the person just being annoyed, claim that you have control over them
Now you can be a nigger too!
Disclaimer: Attempting to extort your fellow man is a sin
Now, assuming this doesn't work on everybody (I am of the belief it does, I'm just psychic so it might be easier to guess what I'm going to do etc) that means if I have a person behind me that I can trust it would entirely remove their influence. Alternatively, I can also simply turn around. Boy, how will I ever beat all the niggers?
So if you want to perform some evil magic where you attempt to control someone, according to the nigger-horde;
1. Stay behind them, out of sight, act scared
2. Call their name, get their attention in the most piss-annoying way possible
3. Talk for two straight hours and then when something finally happens besides the person just being annoyed, claim that you have control over them
Now you can be a nigger too!
Disclaimer: Attempting to extort your fellow man is a sin
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Musics
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, entire catalogue of Nirvana start with Bleach
White Zombie - La Sexorcisto Devil Music Vol. 1
Electric Wizard - Dopethrone
Elton John - Greatest Hits
Lost Sounds - Blac Static
Black Sunday - Second Generation (split with Destruction Unit - War Tunes)
The Bugs - Barbaric, Mystical, Bored
L7 - Bricks Are Heavy
Frightwig - Faster, Frightwig, Kill, Kill!!
Slant 6 - What Kind of Monster Are You?
White Car - Everyday Grace
Tiny Tim - God Bless Tiny Tim
June - I Am Beautiful
Melvins - Houdini
Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician
Ramones - Ramones
Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream
Hole - Celebrity Skin
B-52's - B-52's
Mudhoney - Superfuzz Big Muff
Beck - Mellow Gold
Alice in Chains - Alice in Chains
Bunnygrunt - Action Pants!
Shonen Knife - Let's Knife
Bis - New Transistor Heroes
A.P.P.L.E. - All Punks Please Leave Earth
The Clash - The Clash
TOAD - Drone Throne (split)
FOOD - Food (this one; https://www.discogs.com/Food-Food/release/2241574)
Cole Porter - Anything Goes
Cibo Matto - Stereotype A
Pat Suzuki, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Peggy Lee - Various singles usually best
Television - Marquee Moon
Casey Syncasael - Anything you can find by him possibly spelt wrong
Final Fantasy VII - OST (midi version first)
Led Zeppelin - II
Kajagoogoo - White Feathers
Pixies - Doolittle
Gang of Four - Entertainment
Sex Pistols - Never Mind the Bullocks
Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes
Dead Moon - In the Graveyard
Queen - Queen
R.E.M. - Monster
The Germs - What God Means to Me...
Superchunk - Foolish
Beach Boys, anything
Beatles - White Album, DO NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING BEFORE THE WHITE ALBUM
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
On second thought, don't listen to Nirvana
Daniel Francis Doyle - Who Are Your Customers?
Bloodletter - On the Rim / Get Me (Note: there is a cassette demo out by these girls somewhere and I will pay for it, one of the best bands I've ever heard)
Tool - Undertow
Destiny's Child - The Writing's on the Wall
Spice Girls - Spice
Listen to old blues artists (the black ones) if you can stand being lied to for an hour
Tchaikovsy - Swan Lake / Nutcracker (go see the fucking ballet), Pathetique
Chopin - grab an old album maybe something with a Nocturne on it
-BUY VINYL AND SMOKE WEED-
Grand Theft Auto - Vice City OST
Supertramp - The Very Best
Billy Joel - any best of, great singles
Mindless Self Indulgence - You'll Rebel to Anything
Aerosmith - Pump, Get a Grip
The Smiths - Rank
Trio - Trio and Error
Beastie Boys and House of Pain for rap
Don't listen to rap
Daft Punk - Homework
Skrillex - Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites
The Mamas & The Papas - The Best of The Mamas & The Papas
David Bowie - get something with Let's Dance on it
Nobunny - Love Visions
Go to a record store and buy the first album you see with bare tits
Guns N Roses - Appetite for Destruction
Metallica - Kill Em All
Buy another copy of Metallica - Kill Em All
The Chubbies - Tres Flores
Transvision Vamp - Tell That Girl to Shut Up (Extended Mix)
Stone Temple Pilots - Core
Pat Benatar - Precious Time
Afrirampo - Kore Ga Mayaku Da
Depeche Mode - Speak & Spell
Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician
Smash Mouth - Astro Lounge
Blur - Blur
White Zombie - La Sexorcisto Devil Music Vol. 1
Electric Wizard - Dopethrone
Elton John - Greatest Hits
Lost Sounds - Blac Static
Black Sunday - Second Generation (split with Destruction Unit - War Tunes)
The Bugs - Barbaric, Mystical, Bored
L7 - Bricks Are Heavy
Frightwig - Faster, Frightwig, Kill, Kill!!
Slant 6 - What Kind of Monster Are You?
White Car - Everyday Grace
Tiny Tim - God Bless Tiny Tim
June - I Am Beautiful
Melvins - Houdini
Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician
Ramones - Ramones
Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream
Hole - Celebrity Skin
B-52's - B-52's
Mudhoney - Superfuzz Big Muff
Beck - Mellow Gold
Alice in Chains - Alice in Chains
Bunnygrunt - Action Pants!
Shonen Knife - Let's Knife
Bis - New Transistor Heroes
A.P.P.L.E. - All Punks Please Leave Earth
The Clash - The Clash
TOAD - Drone Throne (split)
FOOD - Food (this one; https://www.discogs.com/Food-Food/release/2241574)
Cole Porter - Anything Goes
Cibo Matto - Stereotype A
Pat Suzuki, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Peggy Lee - Various singles usually best
Television - Marquee Moon
Casey Syncasael - Anything you can find by him possibly spelt wrong
Final Fantasy VII - OST (midi version first)
Led Zeppelin - II
Kajagoogoo - White Feathers
Pixies - Doolittle
Gang of Four - Entertainment
Sex Pistols - Never Mind the Bullocks
Violent Femmes - Violent Femmes
Dead Moon - In the Graveyard
Queen - Queen
R.E.M. - Monster
The Germs - What God Means to Me...
Superchunk - Foolish
Beach Boys, anything
Beatles - White Album, DO NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING BEFORE THE WHITE ALBUM
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
On second thought, don't listen to Nirvana
Daniel Francis Doyle - Who Are Your Customers?
Bloodletter - On the Rim / Get Me (Note: there is a cassette demo out by these girls somewhere and I will pay for it, one of the best bands I've ever heard)
Tool - Undertow
Destiny's Child - The Writing's on the Wall
Spice Girls - Spice
Listen to old blues artists (the black ones) if you can stand being lied to for an hour
Tchaikovsy - Swan Lake / Nutcracker (go see the fucking ballet), Pathetique
Chopin - grab an old album maybe something with a Nocturne on it
-BUY VINYL AND SMOKE WEED-
Grand Theft Auto - Vice City OST
Supertramp - The Very Best
Billy Joel - any best of, great singles
Mindless Self Indulgence - You'll Rebel to Anything
Aerosmith - Pump, Get a Grip
The Smiths - Rank
Trio - Trio and Error
Beastie Boys and House of Pain for rap
Don't listen to rap
Daft Punk - Homework
Skrillex - Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites
The Mamas & The Papas - The Best of The Mamas & The Papas
David Bowie - get something with Let's Dance on it
Nobunny - Love Visions
Go to a record store and buy the first album you see with bare tits
Guns N Roses - Appetite for Destruction
Metallica - Kill Em All
Buy another copy of Metallica - Kill Em All
The Chubbies - Tres Flores
Transvision Vamp - Tell That Girl to Shut Up (Extended Mix)
Stone Temple Pilots - Core
Pat Benatar - Precious Time
Afrirampo - Kore Ga Mayaku Da
Depeche Mode - Speak & Spell
Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician
Smash Mouth - Astro Lounge
Blur - Blur
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Dutch Toast
Dutch Toast is French Toast without all the bullshit. It might lie to you sometimes but you don't care. Start with;
4 eggs
some milk (she isn't picky)
Lots of bread (she could use some)
One (1) metric fuckton of cinnamon (damn)
Olive Oil (she isn't a virgin)
Crack the eggs into a large bowl. Listen, she might be like a centimeter taller than you. Big deal, crack some eggs. So you got these eggs in the bowl, then you splash some milk in there. With four eggs it should make a cross in the center, but don't be fooled she isn't Jesus or anything. Stir it until it becomes a uniform color and the eggs slightly cling to the spatula.
Toss some bread in that bitch for a second, the nice kind. Let it sit for only a FEW seconds before turning it over OH SHIT WAIT I forgot to mention to have some pan with oil in it this is crucial if you fuck up the timing she will forget about you and play Final Fantasy XIV all day that game isn't even that good.
Put the bread into the pan. Hopefully you didn't get it all soggy with your clingy fucking egg she hates that you'll get it on your face and shit. Splash some cinnamon on there, a good amount, she enjoys being touched.
Flip it over and splash more cinnamon on it, the cooked side should be a light brown with some clear egg-cookery going on but still rather pale is best, pale is good.
Set that piece aside after it is done, you should have heard sizzling oil at some point. You want to cook this dish on high heat because you already missed your chance. The slices should not take long to cook, you never got much time with her anyways. You could always call and try to stalk her but that's fucking stupid you're not sixteen just let it go. There probably won't be any more though.
After you have gotten to the last of your egg, toss a heel in, she hates you. Flip it in the remainder of what's left of your life until you think the egg has run out then toss it into the pan, alone. Dump the rest of the egg on top to be efficient but you might as well not even eat this piece, what has your life come to?
This should make enough for two people to have a few slices but you will eat it alone, like you always do. Make sure to keep enough oil in the pan, or this will never work out.
4 eggs
some milk (she isn't picky)
Lots of bread (she could use some)
One (1) metric fuckton of cinnamon (damn)
Olive Oil (she isn't a virgin)
Crack the eggs into a large bowl. Listen, she might be like a centimeter taller than you. Big deal, crack some eggs. So you got these eggs in the bowl, then you splash some milk in there. With four eggs it should make a cross in the center, but don't be fooled she isn't Jesus or anything. Stir it until it becomes a uniform color and the eggs slightly cling to the spatula.
Toss some bread in that bitch for a second, the nice kind. Let it sit for only a FEW seconds before turning it over OH SHIT WAIT I forgot to mention to have some pan with oil in it this is crucial if you fuck up the timing she will forget about you and play Final Fantasy XIV all day that game isn't even that good.
Put the bread into the pan. Hopefully you didn't get it all soggy with your clingy fucking egg she hates that you'll get it on your face and shit. Splash some cinnamon on there, a good amount, she enjoys being touched.
Flip it over and splash more cinnamon on it, the cooked side should be a light brown with some clear egg-cookery going on but still rather pale is best, pale is good.
Set that piece aside after it is done, you should have heard sizzling oil at some point. You want to cook this dish on high heat because you already missed your chance. The slices should not take long to cook, you never got much time with her anyways. You could always call and try to stalk her but that's fucking stupid you're not sixteen just let it go. There probably won't be any more though.
After you have gotten to the last of your egg, toss a heel in, she hates you. Flip it in the remainder of what's left of your life until you think the egg has run out then toss it into the pan, alone. Dump the rest of the egg on top to be efficient but you might as well not even eat this piece, what has your life come to?
This should make enough for two people to have a few slices but you will eat it alone, like you always do. Make sure to keep enough oil in the pan, or this will never work out.
Chicken du Cinnamon
Chicken du Cinnamon is not a chicken for lower-class folks. If you find yourself wondering what class you are in, you cannot make this soup. To start with you will need;
Seven or so Chicken Breasts, thick and juicy like Cinnamon Buns
One can of Progresso (not Campbell's, Campbell's is peasant shit) Potato, Broccoli and Cheese Chowder
One can of High Quality Chicken Broth (do NOT get the lower shelf chicken water)
1tsp Chili Powder (ground chili peppers preferred)
Start by baking the chicken breasts in an oven at 375 for 30 minutes
Cut the chicken breasts (mmm) into a chili-esque high quality cooking pot, PURE METAL and maybe leather, cut the pieces to be about bite size or bigger but not small, big ass chunks
Pour that sweet love chicken broth over the top of that stuff
Pour some of the fine ass Potato, Broccoli and Cheese Chowder in there too because she needs it
Put some chili powder over the top of it though this is not necessary, she loves you
Cook it on LOW HEAT because she needs TIME to THINK until it boils. Do not fuck this up, make sure the soup boils roughly five seconds after restirring and make sure to STIR REGULARLY because if you get stuck in some boring ass routine and don't show the girl a little adventure and spontaneity she will just up and walk away, trust me.
Anyways by now you should have a nice soup going. I named it after a girl who walked away.
Seven or so Chicken Breasts, thick and juicy like Cinnamon Buns
One can of Progresso (not Campbell's, Campbell's is peasant shit) Potato, Broccoli and Cheese Chowder
One can of High Quality Chicken Broth (do NOT get the lower shelf chicken water)
1tsp Chili Powder (ground chili peppers preferred)
Start by baking the chicken breasts in an oven at 375 for 30 minutes
Cut the chicken breasts (mmm) into a chili-esque high quality cooking pot, PURE METAL and maybe leather, cut the pieces to be about bite size or bigger but not small, big ass chunks
Pour that sweet love chicken broth over the top of that stuff
Pour some of the fine ass Potato, Broccoli and Cheese Chowder in there too because she needs it
Put some chili powder over the top of it though this is not necessary, she loves you
Cook it on LOW HEAT because she needs TIME to THINK until it boils. Do not fuck this up, make sure the soup boils roughly five seconds after restirring and make sure to STIR REGULARLY because if you get stuck in some boring ass routine and don't show the girl a little adventure and spontaneity she will just up and walk away, trust me.
Anyways by now you should have a nice soup going. I named it after a girl who walked away.
Hamburgler Chili
"Fucking McDonald," Hamburglar said to himself
"Fucking shit McDonald," as he took out his very large pan. One fit for a large pot of stew or chili.
"He'll never get me with those fucking pink slime burgers again. Josh gave me this fucking radical ass recipe for chili so fucking good I don't have to bother anymore, fuck."
He put [1lb of Ground Beef] into the pan, and turned the heat on [Low Heat;2]. He let it warm up and start cooking a little while he watched Tim and Eric videos on youtube.
"Ha, fucking food is poison kids always act like that," he began to cut [One Whole Onion] into thin slices, some so thin that they were see-through. He heard the meat sizzle and started to cut it with the dipping spoon, making sure to leave [big chunks] and not cut them too small. He finished browning the chili though there might have been a little red left on some pieces, continuing to cut the onion and [tossing bits of onion in while it browned]. He popped open [Exactly Two (2) Cans of Progresso Brand Hearty Tomato soup or otherwise Tomato Soup], the kind with a little basil in it and dumped them on top of the meat and onion. He let it cook a little [before stirring] and chopped more onion. He stirred the pot after a bit and put one can of [Red Gold Brand Diced Tomatoes or otherwise Tomato Chunks, Bigger but Not Large] in and stirred some more. He then put around [1tbsp, roughly two good shakes and a small one of Cinnamon] in, because it is so sweet he then added [Celery Seed, roughly 1tsp], [Sage, roughly 1tbsp], and to finish with the spices he added [Celery Flakes, several shakes] and about [1tbsp Chili Powder] in. He finished chopping the onion and stirred it [regularly, still on low heat] after the onion was in.
"This is going to be so fucking good. This is going to be so fucking good every bitch in town will suck my cock for chili. I'll be known as the chili-fucker after this and no one, not even fucking shit McDonald and his fucking hamburgers will ever stop me. Never."
He grabbed three dehydrated [Cayenne Peppers] and chopped them into tiny bits, then tossed them into the chili. He had to cook it until it [boiled], but to make sure it was the proper temperature and mixed the flavors together properly he made sure to cook it [until it boiled roughly five seconds after stirring]. Being on low heat, this took a while.
"Fucking shit McDonald." The chili was done, and he poured some into a bowl. It smelled like cinnamon throughout the kitchen and the chili was irresistibly sweet, and only hot enough at the end of the sweetness. When he caught a chili pepper it made him appreciate the next bite of sweet pussy chili. He finished two bowls.
"I feel better, thanks Josh."
No, thank YOU Hamburglar, thank YOU.
To make an amazing dip out of this you can also use [Tortilla Chips] like any salsa, [Tostito's Brand Scoops] also work really well for holding the big chunks like Josh's hand on a fat ass. You can sprinkle [Grated Cheese] over the top of the chili after it is heated to make a nacho dip [to taste]. This chili is guaranteed to make you feel better about yourself and attract lots of pussy, unless you're a nigger, all niggers die.
"Fucking shit McDonald," as he took out his very large pan. One fit for a large pot of stew or chili.
"He'll never get me with those fucking pink slime burgers again. Josh gave me this fucking radical ass recipe for chili so fucking good I don't have to bother anymore, fuck."
He put [1lb of Ground Beef] into the pan, and turned the heat on [Low Heat;2]. He let it warm up and start cooking a little while he watched Tim and Eric videos on youtube.
"Ha, fucking food is poison kids always act like that," he began to cut [One Whole Onion] into thin slices, some so thin that they were see-through. He heard the meat sizzle and started to cut it with the dipping spoon, making sure to leave [big chunks] and not cut them too small. He finished browning the chili though there might have been a little red left on some pieces, continuing to cut the onion and [tossing bits of onion in while it browned]. He popped open [Exactly Two (2) Cans of Progresso Brand Hearty Tomato soup or otherwise Tomato Soup], the kind with a little basil in it and dumped them on top of the meat and onion. He let it cook a little [before stirring] and chopped more onion. He stirred the pot after a bit and put one can of [Red Gold Brand Diced Tomatoes or otherwise Tomato Chunks, Bigger but Not Large] in and stirred some more. He then put around [1tbsp, roughly two good shakes and a small one of Cinnamon] in, because it is so sweet he then added [Celery Seed, roughly 1tsp], [Sage, roughly 1tbsp], and to finish with the spices he added [Celery Flakes, several shakes] and about [1tbsp Chili Powder] in. He finished chopping the onion and stirred it [regularly, still on low heat] after the onion was in.
"This is going to be so fucking good. This is going to be so fucking good every bitch in town will suck my cock for chili. I'll be known as the chili-fucker after this and no one, not even fucking shit McDonald and his fucking hamburgers will ever stop me. Never."
He grabbed three dehydrated [Cayenne Peppers] and chopped them into tiny bits, then tossed them into the chili. He had to cook it until it [boiled], but to make sure it was the proper temperature and mixed the flavors together properly he made sure to cook it [until it boiled roughly five seconds after stirring]. Being on low heat, this took a while.
"Fucking shit McDonald." The chili was done, and he poured some into a bowl. It smelled like cinnamon throughout the kitchen and the chili was irresistibly sweet, and only hot enough at the end of the sweetness. When he caught a chili pepper it made him appreciate the next bite of sweet pussy chili. He finished two bowls.
"I feel better, thanks Josh."
No, thank YOU Hamburglar, thank YOU.
To make an amazing dip out of this you can also use [Tortilla Chips] like any salsa, [Tostito's Brand Scoops] also work really well for holding the big chunks like Josh's hand on a fat ass. You can sprinkle [Grated Cheese] over the top of the chili after it is heated to make a nacho dip [to taste]. This chili is guaranteed to make you feel better about yourself and attract lots of pussy, unless you're a nigger, all niggers die.
Kind Ladies
So my boss was being pretty awesome double yesterday, Apple Crumb is her given name. Anyways she was trying to cheer me up I think and that helped a lot, it was nice hearing her vent about her day when mine wasn't going so well either. Yesterday though, she was psychicly telling me she didn't want me to imagine her naked, because the niggers were saying "Any normal woman would have a problem with that," once again implying that she cannot think for herself. Because of this she listened to them, proving she could not think for herself. However she kind of tried to cheer me up again at the end which was nice, I hope she figures out that everything they say is evil bullshit that should not matter to her whatsoever, but she probably won't because if she does someone would just pay her to act ridiculous again.
I've been spelling psychically wrong and I'm going to continue to do so. So there are five total women at work right now that I personally find completely attractive, a "ten out of ten," as I would say. Apple Crumb is one, Fasscinating is the other one. I think Fasscinating feels kind of, less sexy about herself because she doesn't look as young as Apple Crumb but she is perfect and I imagined boning her for like two hours last night. Because Apple Crumb is falling to the way of tests I'm going to attempt to talk to Fasscinating much more often but I have to admit the first time I wasn't at my smoothest. There were lots of people around and I hate crowds when I'm trying to flirt, just leave, please, leave.
Did I mention Apple Crumb is married? She has been so stressed because of her dick boyfriend lately that she spills drinks on herself and curses at work. She's too pretty for that but if she continues down this path she will likely deserve it so hey. Fasscinating on the other hand is a Libra, totally hot, and I have no idea what her relationship status is but probably taken being super fine like she is. Her birthday is October 16th, I'm guessing 2010.
Other contenders; The Vendor. She did not tell me her name and I think told on me for trying to play with Apple Crumb's butt, but I heard the boss say Apple Crumb was totally into it which made me think this has to be some shitty test. I think I was right, taking today into account. The Vendor does not have an ass that is exactly the best ratio in my eyes, but has amazing knockers and a beautiful face and pulls off a 10/10 despite possibly being able to use larger cheeks. She lifts heavy objects and I won't see her as much so she is the least likely candidate of the three.
Cookie is another boss, but of a different department. She has almost no flaws, amazing set of knocker-cans, beautiful buttcheek area, stunning facial features and cuteness sprinkled across with her glasses. However she was wearing pants that were very non-flattering yesterday I have to admit, she has a great ass but the pants tugged at it in such a way as to make it look top heavy and she needs to wear leggings but the men would faint. She is the least likely of all candidates as she likely has a black son, whom I plan to enact righteous vengeance on within the realms of the law.
#5 does not have a name yet, as number five is too bland for such exquisite character and I have only seen her out of the corner of my eyes. She is extremely beautiful though and could easily bare enough children to support a nation with that beautiful ass. She has darker hair, glasses, an exceptional figure and face, did I mention her ass?
There is another woman at work who is clearly underage but has the most beautiful face of them all. She also has a pleasing body but I do not work in her area and am usually off work right when she gets in, so it is so unlikely I will even talk to her that she is not getting a nickname, yet. I really hope this makes her super mad and she introduces herself and shakes her butt at me at the very least, lets me inside at the very minimum. I have a smile on my face right now thinking of hers.
And no one even told me I looked cute cause I shaved today! Can you believe it? That's it, I'm not complimenting your stupid nails and hair anymore. Okay maybe once more. I did hear Apple Crumb say I looked sexy out of earshot but that doesn't count! I may not be a human but I have more rights than you.
"Crumb crumb, crumb crumb." -Hamtaro
I've been spelling psychically wrong and I'm going to continue to do so. So there are five total women at work right now that I personally find completely attractive, a "ten out of ten," as I would say. Apple Crumb is one, Fasscinating is the other one. I think Fasscinating feels kind of, less sexy about herself because she doesn't look as young as Apple Crumb but she is perfect and I imagined boning her for like two hours last night. Because Apple Crumb is falling to the way of tests I'm going to attempt to talk to Fasscinating much more often but I have to admit the first time I wasn't at my smoothest. There were lots of people around and I hate crowds when I'm trying to flirt, just leave, please, leave.
Did I mention Apple Crumb is married? She has been so stressed because of her dick boyfriend lately that she spills drinks on herself and curses at work. She's too pretty for that but if she continues down this path she will likely deserve it so hey. Fasscinating on the other hand is a Libra, totally hot, and I have no idea what her relationship status is but probably taken being super fine like she is. Her birthday is October 16th, I'm guessing 2010.
Other contenders; The Vendor. She did not tell me her name and I think told on me for trying to play with Apple Crumb's butt, but I heard the boss say Apple Crumb was totally into it which made me think this has to be some shitty test. I think I was right, taking today into account. The Vendor does not have an ass that is exactly the best ratio in my eyes, but has amazing knockers and a beautiful face and pulls off a 10/10 despite possibly being able to use larger cheeks. She lifts heavy objects and I won't see her as much so she is the least likely candidate of the three.
Cookie is another boss, but of a different department. She has almost no flaws, amazing set of knocker-cans, beautiful buttcheek area, stunning facial features and cuteness sprinkled across with her glasses. However she was wearing pants that were very non-flattering yesterday I have to admit, she has a great ass but the pants tugged at it in such a way as to make it look top heavy and she needs to wear leggings but the men would faint. She is the least likely of all candidates as she likely has a black son, whom I plan to enact righteous vengeance on within the realms of the law.
#5 does not have a name yet, as number five is too bland for such exquisite character and I have only seen her out of the corner of my eyes. She is extremely beautiful though and could easily bare enough children to support a nation with that beautiful ass. She has darker hair, glasses, an exceptional figure and face, did I mention her ass?
There is another woman at work who is clearly underage but has the most beautiful face of them all. She also has a pleasing body but I do not work in her area and am usually off work right when she gets in, so it is so unlikely I will even talk to her that she is not getting a nickname, yet. I really hope this makes her super mad and she introduces herself and shakes her butt at me at the very least, lets me inside at the very minimum. I have a smile on my face right now thinking of hers.
And no one even told me I looked cute cause I shaved today! Can you believe it? That's it, I'm not complimenting your stupid nails and hair anymore. Okay maybe once more. I did hear Apple Crumb say I looked sexy out of earshot but that doesn't count! I may not be a human but I have more rights than you.
"Crumb crumb, crumb crumb." -Hamtaro
Mysticism in Numbers, Tests, and You!
Numbers I have found have a hidden meaning to them more often than not when produced at random;
0 = new
1 = life
2 = love
3 = family
4 = food
5 = man
6 = evil
7 = God
8 = surplus
9 = complete
10 = sharing
These are the numbers I have attributed meaning to thus far, when you see them try and view them as a sentence and something that references either the object itself or your own life should come up. However, because of a number I use as my PIN and in my passwords, the unforgiveable heathens of the world have been using the mysticism that I came up with myself to try and make an excuse to attack me further. The numbers also hold meaning in addition et cetera, such as 3+3=6. Family and family equates to evil, if they were friends they would be one family. Man and life equals evil. Food and family is a gift from God. Love and life equal family.
Your tests are a test against God, are unforgiveable, and you will be punished.
*ahem* now the number I use as my pin could be interpreted to mean that if you act good, then bad, then good again ad infinitum then perhaps I will become a normal man again! This is what the niggers (black men) have been banking on recently when they come up with an excuse to drive the white people further into evil deeds. Unfortunately for you, the number was actually an allusion to the year I would find God, as I came up with it at random and used it in my daily life it was a reminder that God left for me.
Now the niggers of the world are the Great Beast referenced in Revelations as I have mentioned, but there is another beast in the Bible that is also mentioned who isn't the Mother Harlot (America). This smaller beast is the beast at the will of the Great Beast, those who listen to anything he says. By continuing to let yourself be fooled by thinking evil deeds will somehow be repaid with good, you are evil yourself. Can you truly call yourself good, knowing you will be evil tomorrow? The "Great Beast Jr." as I have dubbed it is in fact the people at the behest of these tests that are spun by the general public whose root is niggers.
While I'm discussing good and evil, I want to remind you that some amount of sin is a part of every human. Me personally, I am a pervert. I always will be because I find love itself erotic, and this is my biggest sin (amount-wise anyways). However, I also plan to get married. Marriage turns sex into a sin of much less of a problem for me because I am very exclusive in my partnerships, mostly anyways. I do plan on having sex with my daughter most likely, again I am just another person on this Earth and you sin as well. Only Jesus was born without sin and never committed one, and he was allowed to be killed so that we would see the light of good and the problems within ourselves.
Prophets have been hated for time immemorial, they are almost always chased by a nation or two, most are hung, crucified, burned, slaughtered. God has finally sent a prophet who cannot die to show you the ills you have inflicted upon good itself, to turn those who can be turned to the side of actual righteousness forever. My death will come in Israel as stated in the Bible, until I find my place there I will not be allowed to perish no matter how you try to strike me down.
While I'm on the subject of being a prophet, did you know the Bible has many references for the prophets being psychic? Some were actual wizards, some simply unreasonably good men, some though were actually able to hear the thoughts of their enemies. There is a reference in Psalms at some point to a prophet begging to hear his enemies so that they could not take him by surprise. If you require further evidence that I am a prophet, you are clearly too ignorant to ever understand. If you continue to try and use your life as a weapon to mine, God will purge it from you.
0 = new
1 = life
2 = love
3 = family
4 = food
5 = man
6 = evil
7 = God
8 = surplus
9 = complete
10 = sharing
These are the numbers I have attributed meaning to thus far, when you see them try and view them as a sentence and something that references either the object itself or your own life should come up. However, because of a number I use as my PIN and in my passwords, the unforgiveable heathens of the world have been using the mysticism that I came up with myself to try and make an excuse to attack me further. The numbers also hold meaning in addition et cetera, such as 3+3=6. Family and family equates to evil, if they were friends they would be one family. Man and life equals evil. Food and family is a gift from God. Love and life equal family.
Your tests are a test against God, are unforgiveable, and you will be punished.
*ahem* now the number I use as my pin could be interpreted to mean that if you act good, then bad, then good again ad infinitum then perhaps I will become a normal man again! This is what the niggers (black men) have been banking on recently when they come up with an excuse to drive the white people further into evil deeds. Unfortunately for you, the number was actually an allusion to the year I would find God, as I came up with it at random and used it in my daily life it was a reminder that God left for me.
Now the niggers of the world are the Great Beast referenced in Revelations as I have mentioned, but there is another beast in the Bible that is also mentioned who isn't the Mother Harlot (America). This smaller beast is the beast at the will of the Great Beast, those who listen to anything he says. By continuing to let yourself be fooled by thinking evil deeds will somehow be repaid with good, you are evil yourself. Can you truly call yourself good, knowing you will be evil tomorrow? The "Great Beast Jr." as I have dubbed it is in fact the people at the behest of these tests that are spun by the general public whose root is niggers.
While I'm discussing good and evil, I want to remind you that some amount of sin is a part of every human. Me personally, I am a pervert. I always will be because I find love itself erotic, and this is my biggest sin (amount-wise anyways). However, I also plan to get married. Marriage turns sex into a sin of much less of a problem for me because I am very exclusive in my partnerships, mostly anyways. I do plan on having sex with my daughter most likely, again I am just another person on this Earth and you sin as well. Only Jesus was born without sin and never committed one, and he was allowed to be killed so that we would see the light of good and the problems within ourselves.
Prophets have been hated for time immemorial, they are almost always chased by a nation or two, most are hung, crucified, burned, slaughtered. God has finally sent a prophet who cannot die to show you the ills you have inflicted upon good itself, to turn those who can be turned to the side of actual righteousness forever. My death will come in Israel as stated in the Bible, until I find my place there I will not be allowed to perish no matter how you try to strike me down.
While I'm on the subject of being a prophet, did you know the Bible has many references for the prophets being psychic? Some were actual wizards, some simply unreasonably good men, some though were actually able to hear the thoughts of their enemies. There is a reference in Psalms at some point to a prophet begging to hear his enemies so that they could not take him by surprise. If you require further evidence that I am a prophet, you are clearly too ignorant to ever understand. If you continue to try and use your life as a weapon to mine, God will purge it from you.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Signs
Signs that have been in my life are numerous. So numerous I have forgotten some but they have cemented themselves deep in my faith. I'm going to list out a few of them now and more as they come to mind.
The first is the blind being healed. This has happened three times; the first while I was homeless in Arizona, the second along the route to Washington, the third in Kyoto, Japan. The first time I saw a blind person healed was in a public library in Phoenix, towards Ahwahtukee/Chandler. This girl came into the library with her father and was reading a book in brail. I noticed them come into the building and head towards me while I was reading manga. The father took the girl towards me and then motioned at me while she was reading her book. She focused her eyes on me and appeared to be able to see, whereas she was more being led before and drifting her vision around the room. Later I saw them on the highway, after the second sign but having realized I recognized them they departed, I assume the father did not want me to get to close to his daughter and I have debated exactly what happened. I believe because unlike the next two they did not tell me they were healed in any way the blindness returned.
The second time was at a small hotel, where a man got out of the car while I was swimming in a hot tub and came down with his family to talk to me. He was from a Faith church and I was extremely disheartened at the time, having not really had a confirmation of faith in my eyes yet and we discussed religion. At some point the discussion turned to gambling and the man said that while playing poker he could not see the cards, though he could see well now, and he got a worried look on his face as though he had let something slip. This was almost immediately after or before I told him I wished that God would give me a sign of some sort that He existed, and later I realized that He had indeed given me that as soon as I requested it which is characteristic of His signs as they seem to appear before you finish the sentence if He is going to give them. I believe he kept his sight, but do not remain in physical contact with him.
The third time was as I was wandering around Kyoto, I believe looking for a hotel or embassy. I saw this woman walking with one of those sticks used to test the ground that blind people use to make their way around town, something one would not just have laying around so was assuredly not just a test of some sort where I will admit the other two could possibly have been faked. The woman looked up at me as she drew nearer and got a similar look in her eyes as the little girl, but with a gaped mouth. She nodded at me in thanks and I nodded back and we continued on.
Along with being the Prophet of Revelations I also believe I am the Bhudda of this age. I believe that the Bhudda of the past were in fact prophets, just in a land where Judaism and Christianity was not as prevalent and so they were more tied to their old religions despite being enlightened, hence the off-shoot of a new religion around when they first appeared. In Japan I had some wondrous things happen as I was hoping and praying that the people would see me as the Bhudda so they would accept me and hopefully give me the tools needed to stay. The tools never came but the signs did in my eyes, the first being a heron ate an orange peel I threw in the water. Not a huge deal really but I heard someone say herons never ate anything people gave them, but since mine drifted in the water it ate it immediately. It did not eat the second slice though. Later I was peeling another orange and I saw falcons circling me. I told one of the falcons, "Try it, you'll like it," in jest and as I turned and walked away the falcon swooped down and plucked the orange from my hand. I could feel the claw and wing of the bird and it left me a little startled coming so close to such a powerful bird. I heard that it ate the whole thing, something uncharacteristic of a predator. I then wandered to a playground for children where there was a shrine to one of the old Bhuddas or Japanese Gods in the back. I got close and a deer jumped out from behind the shrine and ran into the forest. I talked to a small child there and said, "Bhudda, Bhudda," pointing at the shrine, "You know?" The child answered, "No." I then walked deeper into a magnificent Koi pond that was more a lake, and had the most amazing wildlife in it. The koi could be seen everywhere and there were hornets five or so inches long, along with lots of large spiders and other bugs. I got up a hill in the forest and there was a woman taking pictures of a deer, I decided to try and feed it and the deer came up and barely put its lips to my hand and turned away. It did not take any of the grass, it could have simply not liked the taste but I like to believe it was more beautiful than that. I nodded at the girl who wasn't paying attention because she was trying to take a picture and said "I'll take that."
I feel that the Bhuddas are a force of the Earth, someone who is more in connection to nature than your average person and is gifted with a higher sense of spiritual understanding from God. I feel that Bhuddas have been around perhaps longer than prophets, from before language even, before understanding was so commonplace. They exist on every habitable planet and grow the intelligence of their species through understanding, prophecy, and enlightenment.
Another noteworthy sign that will never leave my mind is the vision of the Virgin Mary I had. I was praying for God to help me understand and control my power, as the humans are typically too evil to trust with one half of a word and would rather put me through a gauntlet than help me do anything good. They had been exceptionally evil that day and I was growing so tired and distraught over it I felt that some sort of intercession from God was necessary for my well-being. I begged for him to send me an angel to explain how to control my power, and God that it rightfully better to send someone of much more importance to only explain what I should know at the time. I was trying to sleep as I was hoping the vision would come, and I saw the Virgin Mary's eyes. My vision panned out from Her eyes to reveal her face and black veil, then further to reveal Her black dress as well. I was startled at her immense beauty and righteous awe and jumped backward, scared. The Virgin let her head down and closed her eyes, and I fell to the right side and slowly drifted to sleep as I gazed at her. I instantly jumped awake when the vision stopped and knew I was not dreaming. Since then I have realized that a large deal of my power is reliant on the eyes of those I imagine and see. I previously thought it simply helped people understand, as I do myself when I pry apart the subtle emotions when I gaze into peoples' eyes.
The first is the blind being healed. This has happened three times; the first while I was homeless in Arizona, the second along the route to Washington, the third in Kyoto, Japan. The first time I saw a blind person healed was in a public library in Phoenix, towards Ahwahtukee/Chandler. This girl came into the library with her father and was reading a book in brail. I noticed them come into the building and head towards me while I was reading manga. The father took the girl towards me and then motioned at me while she was reading her book. She focused her eyes on me and appeared to be able to see, whereas she was more being led before and drifting her vision around the room. Later I saw them on the highway, after the second sign but having realized I recognized them they departed, I assume the father did not want me to get to close to his daughter and I have debated exactly what happened. I believe because unlike the next two they did not tell me they were healed in any way the blindness returned.
The second time was at a small hotel, where a man got out of the car while I was swimming in a hot tub and came down with his family to talk to me. He was from a Faith church and I was extremely disheartened at the time, having not really had a confirmation of faith in my eyes yet and we discussed religion. At some point the discussion turned to gambling and the man said that while playing poker he could not see the cards, though he could see well now, and he got a worried look on his face as though he had let something slip. This was almost immediately after or before I told him I wished that God would give me a sign of some sort that He existed, and later I realized that He had indeed given me that as soon as I requested it which is characteristic of His signs as they seem to appear before you finish the sentence if He is going to give them. I believe he kept his sight, but do not remain in physical contact with him.
The third time was as I was wandering around Kyoto, I believe looking for a hotel or embassy. I saw this woman walking with one of those sticks used to test the ground that blind people use to make their way around town, something one would not just have laying around so was assuredly not just a test of some sort where I will admit the other two could possibly have been faked. The woman looked up at me as she drew nearer and got a similar look in her eyes as the little girl, but with a gaped mouth. She nodded at me in thanks and I nodded back and we continued on.
Along with being the Prophet of Revelations I also believe I am the Bhudda of this age. I believe that the Bhudda of the past were in fact prophets, just in a land where Judaism and Christianity was not as prevalent and so they were more tied to their old religions despite being enlightened, hence the off-shoot of a new religion around when they first appeared. In Japan I had some wondrous things happen as I was hoping and praying that the people would see me as the Bhudda so they would accept me and hopefully give me the tools needed to stay. The tools never came but the signs did in my eyes, the first being a heron ate an orange peel I threw in the water. Not a huge deal really but I heard someone say herons never ate anything people gave them, but since mine drifted in the water it ate it immediately. It did not eat the second slice though. Later I was peeling another orange and I saw falcons circling me. I told one of the falcons, "Try it, you'll like it," in jest and as I turned and walked away the falcon swooped down and plucked the orange from my hand. I could feel the claw and wing of the bird and it left me a little startled coming so close to such a powerful bird. I heard that it ate the whole thing, something uncharacteristic of a predator. I then wandered to a playground for children where there was a shrine to one of the old Bhuddas or Japanese Gods in the back. I got close and a deer jumped out from behind the shrine and ran into the forest. I talked to a small child there and said, "Bhudda, Bhudda," pointing at the shrine, "You know?" The child answered, "No." I then walked deeper into a magnificent Koi pond that was more a lake, and had the most amazing wildlife in it. The koi could be seen everywhere and there were hornets five or so inches long, along with lots of large spiders and other bugs. I got up a hill in the forest and there was a woman taking pictures of a deer, I decided to try and feed it and the deer came up and barely put its lips to my hand and turned away. It did not take any of the grass, it could have simply not liked the taste but I like to believe it was more beautiful than that. I nodded at the girl who wasn't paying attention because she was trying to take a picture and said "I'll take that."
I feel that the Bhuddas are a force of the Earth, someone who is more in connection to nature than your average person and is gifted with a higher sense of spiritual understanding from God. I feel that Bhuddas have been around perhaps longer than prophets, from before language even, before understanding was so commonplace. They exist on every habitable planet and grow the intelligence of their species through understanding, prophecy, and enlightenment.
Another noteworthy sign that will never leave my mind is the vision of the Virgin Mary I had. I was praying for God to help me understand and control my power, as the humans are typically too evil to trust with one half of a word and would rather put me through a gauntlet than help me do anything good. They had been exceptionally evil that day and I was growing so tired and distraught over it I felt that some sort of intercession from God was necessary for my well-being. I begged for him to send me an angel to explain how to control my power, and God that it rightfully better to send someone of much more importance to only explain what I should know at the time. I was trying to sleep as I was hoping the vision would come, and I saw the Virgin Mary's eyes. My vision panned out from Her eyes to reveal her face and black veil, then further to reveal Her black dress as well. I was startled at her immense beauty and righteous awe and jumped backward, scared. The Virgin let her head down and closed her eyes, and I fell to the right side and slowly drifted to sleep as I gazed at her. I instantly jumped awake when the vision stopped and knew I was not dreaming. Since then I have realized that a large deal of my power is reliant on the eyes of those I imagine and see. I previously thought it simply helped people understand, as I do myself when I pry apart the subtle emotions when I gaze into peoples' eyes.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
The cure for depression is cinnamon
Ailment remedies;
Depressed: Cinnamon. I'll have a Hamburgler Chili recipe up later which will allow you to eat some cinnamon with meat and find it amazing, but other than that just cook some French toast. Also a recipe for that later. Also, sex
Tired: Milk before bed, orange juice for quick-acting
Angry: Sex, chocolate, mostly sex though
Smoking: Videogames. Getting into a new game will cut your smoking time by a ton, then when you run out just try not to buy another pack. Also, being broke is a 100% failsafe cure for smoking. I'm not sure smoking is an ailment since it's fucking rad but hey
Drinking: Just remember all the other times you were drinking
Dumb: Peppermint has been scientifally proves to increase brain. Well actually it activates the scent gland in your brain, which because it is such a rare scent and scent recalls memory, increases your memory cache slightly (but mostly to other times you had peppermint). This is great for studying. Also; Studying
Alone: Just come talk to Josh! Then you'll realize there's at least one other person more lonely than you, and you can gloat to yourself about it! Alternatively, watch some television. DO NOT watch shitty new talk shows like Late Night with Joe Blinger, but watch something with actual substance. Try to pick an old show that's preferably a Who-dun-it. I suggest TCM but I personally have only seen a few murder mysteries on there. There's a great collection of 50 Dark Crimes and 50 Mystery Classics out there that shout be enough to get you through a good bit of time. Stay away from that Mr Wong shit though I can't believe they went from He Ran by Night to that crap.
Racism: Just remember that your race is the best, and everyone who says otherwise is probably a nigger
Sexism: Look up amateur dog porn
I'll update this periodically
Depressed: Cinnamon. I'll have a Hamburgler Chili recipe up later which will allow you to eat some cinnamon with meat and find it amazing, but other than that just cook some French toast. Also a recipe for that later. Also, sex
Tired: Milk before bed, orange juice for quick-acting
Angry: Sex, chocolate, mostly sex though
Smoking: Videogames. Getting into a new game will cut your smoking time by a ton, then when you run out just try not to buy another pack. Also, being broke is a 100% failsafe cure for smoking. I'm not sure smoking is an ailment since it's fucking rad but hey
Drinking: Just remember all the other times you were drinking
Dumb: Peppermint has been scientifally proves to increase brain. Well actually it activates the scent gland in your brain, which because it is such a rare scent and scent recalls memory, increases your memory cache slightly (but mostly to other times you had peppermint). This is great for studying. Also; Studying
Alone: Just come talk to Josh! Then you'll realize there's at least one other person more lonely than you, and you can gloat to yourself about it! Alternatively, watch some television. DO NOT watch shitty new talk shows like Late Night with Joe Blinger, but watch something with actual substance. Try to pick an old show that's preferably a Who-dun-it. I suggest TCM but I personally have only seen a few murder mysteries on there. There's a great collection of 50 Dark Crimes and 50 Mystery Classics out there that shout be enough to get you through a good bit of time. Stay away from that Mr Wong shit though I can't believe they went from He Ran by Night to that crap.
Racism: Just remember that your race is the best, and everyone who says otherwise is probably a nigger
Sexism: Look up amateur dog porn
I'll update this periodically
Fucking Shitwhores
Shitwhore:
A poop skank who likes to get banged (Webster's Dictionary)
So anyways, now that you've learned something for the day I'll start on my ranting. I started working at Unnamed Grocery Store today and it's pretty fucking cool. Open shit, put it on the shelf. Still though some kinda bummer shit happened because my boss is this insanely hot married chick. She's a 10/10, or whatever the top of the scale is I'm not a mathemagician, anyways I was trying my best not to hit on her.
Normally I hit on chicks regardless of their status until at least one formal complaint at work, but recently I've been pretty hated on for just about nothing in and out of work so I was trying to be super business-man about it. Well the chick seemed interested! Her name is Apple Crumb. Crumb crumb, crumb crumb. So I accidently told her I needed a kiss.
It was supposed to be a joke about hurting my arm but I more or less just said I could use a kiss and forgot the joke because I was boner-fueled at that point. So I was feeling super great about this whole thing I mean staring at my boss' ass is pretty fucking chillmax and all but then she said "Ooh, no." and I was like FUCK Josh you weren't supposed to hit on anyone today. Good fucking job you jerk. So I got dumped again but that's okay, I'm dating a cop anyways, more on that later.
So so other than that I saw this one twelve year old girl who was amazingly cute. She had on pink pants and had a great ass. Shorts, actually, anyways she was cute in the face too 10/10 masterbutt. I'm gonna nickname her Princess Evergreen L'Divine because she was just too cute to touch and not go to jail, immediately for life.
There was also this adorable toddler (not bangable... yet) who was picking up groceries for her mom and walking around the store with them. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen in a grocery store. I actually told the mom this because I could barely contain myself from exploding into daisies and needed an outlet. The science of this proves that her daughter will be insanely good-hearted; by her own human nature she wanted to help her mom so much she just started picking up her groceries. The girl is two and wanted to help her mom carry the load. Amazing.
Anyways, FUCKING SHIT WHORES have what's coming to them I say
A poop skank who likes to get banged (Webster's Dictionary)
So anyways, now that you've learned something for the day I'll start on my ranting. I started working at Unnamed Grocery Store today and it's pretty fucking cool. Open shit, put it on the shelf. Still though some kinda bummer shit happened because my boss is this insanely hot married chick. She's a 10/10, or whatever the top of the scale is I'm not a mathemagician, anyways I was trying my best not to hit on her.
Normally I hit on chicks regardless of their status until at least one formal complaint at work, but recently I've been pretty hated on for just about nothing in and out of work so I was trying to be super business-man about it. Well the chick seemed interested! Her name is Apple Crumb. Crumb crumb, crumb crumb. So I accidently told her I needed a kiss.
It was supposed to be a joke about hurting my arm but I more or less just said I could use a kiss and forgot the joke because I was boner-fueled at that point. So I was feeling super great about this whole thing I mean staring at my boss' ass is pretty fucking chillmax and all but then she said "Ooh, no." and I was like FUCK Josh you weren't supposed to hit on anyone today. Good fucking job you jerk. So I got dumped again but that's okay, I'm dating a cop anyways, more on that later.
So so other than that I saw this one twelve year old girl who was amazingly cute. She had on pink pants and had a great ass. Shorts, actually, anyways she was cute in the face too 10/10 masterbutt. I'm gonna nickname her Princess Evergreen L'Divine because she was just too cute to touch and not go to jail, immediately for life.
There was also this adorable toddler (not bangable... yet) who was picking up groceries for her mom and walking around the store with them. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen in a grocery store. I actually told the mom this because I could barely contain myself from exploding into daisies and needed an outlet. The science of this proves that her daughter will be insanely good-hearted; by her own human nature she wanted to help her mom so much she just started picking up her groceries. The girl is two and wanted to help her mom carry the load. Amazing.
Anyways, FUCKING SHIT WHORES have what's coming to them I say
Monday, March 6, 2017
A few more points in first post
Highlighting a few more things before I expound the second explanation and explain the Prophet business
>Psychic
Josh, how are you a psychic if you don't know what I tattooed on my balls? Well, that's simple Eric, I can hear your thoughts when they are about me. No manner of hiding it with SWIM ("Someone Who Isn't Me"), another name, quietly saying it, or otherwise will change this. If you think about me I can hear it, if I'm meant to. The best time to slip things by is while I'm asleep, however I'm a night owl and can still hear thoughts in my dreams which manifest into visual stimulation sometimes. Now, the weirdest part of my psychic abilities is they almost seem to work better in reverse. I can project my inner dialogue throughout the entire world with a little focus, and it bridges languages both ways.
>Bleed, Prophet, Bleed
Because of this, many jealous figures have turned their sights towards trying to gain my power. They wish to use it for evil of course, and since this power was gifted by God their struggle is for naught. Black men have tested me to the degree that they have attempted to take my life (and have ended their own) several times, and I will never forgive them. Because we live in a Nigger Country the entire rest of the country has taken up trying to test me, to get me to hate them as much as I hate niggers most likely, because Josh niggers are just people! We promise Josh! BLEED, JOSH, BLEED!!
>Proud child molester
Women like to be fingered, is that a problem? Small women seem to be the only ones still capable of feeling love, because they have no concept of money, and love is something I hold dear. Not to mention sometimes they actually look pretty fuckable, I could, would, likely will eventually fuck a child provided I have the legal right to do so. Maybe legal is the wrong word
>Late Night with Jimmy Blamjoe
So since I'm the only thing anyone wants to talk about, but they can't figure out how to talk about me without upsetting niggers, the easiest thing for them to do is bitch live on television. They do this relatively often, however some voices could simply be other people imitating them. They are also extremely fond of attempting to raise dead chickens through black magic, otherwise known as "Chicken Arising" or "Mass Magic." They have also come up with pretending I'm the chicken recently despite steadfastedly standing up for everything I believe in while they piss their pants. They came up with this because I let them (you) know that chicken-arising is a racist term in reality, and they had already said it numerous times. Mass Magic is the act of using intuition and suggestion to say something you want another person to do, then instantly claiming you made them do it. His band is all niggers.
Eventually I'll post some more explanations of things I have come to know, before more debate on the psychic powers and signs I have seen.
>Psychic
Josh, how are you a psychic if you don't know what I tattooed on my balls? Well, that's simple Eric, I can hear your thoughts when they are about me. No manner of hiding it with SWIM ("Someone Who Isn't Me"), another name, quietly saying it, or otherwise will change this. If you think about me I can hear it, if I'm meant to. The best time to slip things by is while I'm asleep, however I'm a night owl and can still hear thoughts in my dreams which manifest into visual stimulation sometimes. Now, the weirdest part of my psychic abilities is they almost seem to work better in reverse. I can project my inner dialogue throughout the entire world with a little focus, and it bridges languages both ways.
>Bleed, Prophet, Bleed
Because of this, many jealous figures have turned their sights towards trying to gain my power. They wish to use it for evil of course, and since this power was gifted by God their struggle is for naught. Black men have tested me to the degree that they have attempted to take my life (and have ended their own) several times, and I will never forgive them. Because we live in a Nigger Country the entire rest of the country has taken up trying to test me, to get me to hate them as much as I hate niggers most likely, because Josh niggers are just people! We promise Josh! BLEED, JOSH, BLEED!!
>Proud child molester
Women like to be fingered, is that a problem? Small women seem to be the only ones still capable of feeling love, because they have no concept of money, and love is something I hold dear. Not to mention sometimes they actually look pretty fuckable, I could, would, likely will eventually fuck a child provided I have the legal right to do so. Maybe legal is the wrong word
>Late Night with Jimmy Blamjoe
So since I'm the only thing anyone wants to talk about, but they can't figure out how to talk about me without upsetting niggers, the easiest thing for them to do is bitch live on television. They do this relatively often, however some voices could simply be other people imitating them. They are also extremely fond of attempting to raise dead chickens through black magic, otherwise known as "Chicken Arising" or "Mass Magic." They have also come up with pretending I'm the chicken recently despite steadfastedly standing up for everything I believe in while they piss their pants. They came up with this because I let them (you) know that chicken-arising is a racist term in reality, and they had already said it numerous times. Mass Magic is the act of using intuition and suggestion to say something you want another person to do, then instantly claiming you made them do it. His band is all niggers.
Eventually I'll post some more explanations of things I have come to know, before more debate on the psychic powers and signs I have seen.
Internal debate
Writing that last post made me realize I'm doing just what you wanted all along with this, letting both sides of myself express themselves freely. Normally I keep the hate down to a minimum but if this is what you want, I will hate until the Earth is scorched with it. However, first, a disclaimer;
Things not cited by Scripture are purely conjecture
Things not cited by Scripture are purely conjecture
Ex, Ex, Ex
So recently this really beautiful woman was in Goodwill and she had on leggings and her thighs were jiggling and I almost had a heart attack she was so sexy. I want to say thanks to this chick wherever you are, I cried later because it made me so depressed but that look was worth some money. Anyways she reminded me of said "cunt" mentioned again in first post, this one is nicknamed Cinnamon Buns.
Cinnamon Buns is, to this day and forever more, the most beautiful and elegant woman I have ever laid eyes upon. The moment I saw her I was instantly and unfortunately in love with her, this led to a sexual harassment complaint and such internal pain that I had to quit my amazing job for a long expedition to realize I was a prophet. I am personally a man into women with a hip-waist ratio of a certain degree that some would call 'big butts' and this girl had the most amazing buttcheeks I have ever seen in my entire life. I still dream about this girl, fuck.
Anyways she wore legging to work every day. Now, normally I would blow this off if I was turned down but I could not help myself with this girl. I learned a long time ago that if a chick says no she is best ignored, but I wanted this girl to be mine more than I have ever wanted anything on planet Earth. The worst part of this story is that it was impossible for me to ever have her.
Through the short conversations we had before the filing of the complaint and my stopping contact, I learned that she was dating a man who was very rich. He owns a popular candy store in town that has been there since the fifties or so, but this didn't deter me. Oh, before this was when we first met by the way.
The day she walked into work I saw her walking down the aisle, from behind, and she turned and her face was the most gorgeous shade of pale and soft. I remember asking my coworkers who she was, I had to learn everything about her as soon as I possibly could because this woman is Aphrodite incarnate. I worked my way into the timeclock and casually slid myself near her in line. I'm not sure if I did this on purpouse or if it was fate, but I knew I had to make an impression.
I can't remember if I even asked her name before I asked her if she wanted to go out. She said she had a boyfriend and I awkwardly said "I'm not sexually harassing you, I promise." half-jokingly, completely serious. She had a gorgeous smile on her face and her arms crossed, I thought I blew it but I think she really respected the whole thing.
We started talking at work, I would always ask about her and how she was doing and what she was interested in, then comment slightly on her beauty. Several times she blushed and eventually I was working on the same team at work as her. Longing to be closer, and closer, and dying to be just closer than this, I finally asked her out again. This time she turned more red than I have ever seen a woman blush, and I will never forget the look on her face when she said "But what would we do?" before she shook off the whole thing and walked away from me.
I miss her.
Cinnamon Buns is, to this day and forever more, the most beautiful and elegant woman I have ever laid eyes upon. The moment I saw her I was instantly and unfortunately in love with her, this led to a sexual harassment complaint and such internal pain that I had to quit my amazing job for a long expedition to realize I was a prophet. I am personally a man into women with a hip-waist ratio of a certain degree that some would call 'big butts' and this girl had the most amazing buttcheeks I have ever seen in my entire life. I still dream about this girl, fuck.
Anyways she wore legging to work every day. Now, normally I would blow this off if I was turned down but I could not help myself with this girl. I learned a long time ago that if a chick says no she is best ignored, but I wanted this girl to be mine more than I have ever wanted anything on planet Earth. The worst part of this story is that it was impossible for me to ever have her.
Through the short conversations we had before the filing of the complaint and my stopping contact, I learned that she was dating a man who was very rich. He owns a popular candy store in town that has been there since the fifties or so, but this didn't deter me. Oh, before this was when we first met by the way.
The day she walked into work I saw her walking down the aisle, from behind, and she turned and her face was the most gorgeous shade of pale and soft. I remember asking my coworkers who she was, I had to learn everything about her as soon as I possibly could because this woman is Aphrodite incarnate. I worked my way into the timeclock and casually slid myself near her in line. I'm not sure if I did this on purpouse or if it was fate, but I knew I had to make an impression.
I can't remember if I even asked her name before I asked her if she wanted to go out. She said she had a boyfriend and I awkwardly said "I'm not sexually harassing you, I promise." half-jokingly, completely serious. She had a gorgeous smile on her face and her arms crossed, I thought I blew it but I think she really respected the whole thing.
We started talking at work, I would always ask about her and how she was doing and what she was interested in, then comment slightly on her beauty. Several times she blushed and eventually I was working on the same team at work as her. Longing to be closer, and closer, and dying to be just closer than this, I finally asked her out again. This time she turned more red than I have ever seen a woman blush, and I will never forget the look on her face when she said "But what would we do?" before she shook off the whole thing and walked away from me.
I miss her.
Fucking coworkers!
So this chick whose name starts with an um I forget a letter or something anyways I call her the Duchy because it's cute so let's go with that. I worked at a Toy Store Unnamed for a while and met this cool chick who played video games. She was into Nintendo and despite kind of hating Nintendo (especially after my ex) I thought she was cute enough to ask out. She was actually really cool too, and she went ahead and gave me her number right? I'm reiterating this point I know but still she deserves to have the whole story told. So first, before asking for her number, we talked about work.
And flirted! At least, what I thought was flirting. I'm pretty sure this was all a clever ploy to call me autistic in the end, as she was clearly flirtatious but the outcome was completely out of left field. Anyways she blushed sometimes and blah blah I can't even remember what she said exactly just that we should play a videogame together. So I asked for her number while eating lunch. Why? Because I knew this was going south.
Anyways um, yeah, we agreed to play Smash Brothers together then later I said nevermind because she had a boyfriend. She was still super nice to me at work. Again, by now I have basically made it more than clear I was after her, not a friend. Mention your boyfriend and get shut down? Gee, seems weird right? Well then she psychicly begged me to talk to her and I did because I still have hope that somewhere out there, there is one human being with as much respect as me. Maybe she was going to leave her boyfriend? Maybe she already did?
Well, nope. She ignored a bunch of my texts because I'm just super uninteresting and lazy, man! All I do is play video games, did you know that? God must love lazy people or something, I don't know man because clearly no woman would want a man who cooks cleans works and teaches. Everybody does that Josh! I'm pretty sure most people can't even do 1/4 of those correctly.
So good on her, good on you Duchy, you did it. You kept your rich boyfriend and fended off the unwitting prophet, clearly he underestimated your deep-seeded love for a wallet. I know nothing of her boyfriend but clearly he's rich because she looks pretty cute and I have yet to see a situation where those two didn't meet, except for once with me. Shit I take that back I guess, still I'm a psychic and intuition tells me her man has his own house and I might as well have not said shit to her.
And flirted! At least, what I thought was flirting. I'm pretty sure this was all a clever ploy to call me autistic in the end, as she was clearly flirtatious but the outcome was completely out of left field. Anyways she blushed sometimes and blah blah I can't even remember what she said exactly just that we should play a videogame together. So I asked for her number while eating lunch. Why? Because I knew this was going south.
Anyways um, yeah, we agreed to play Smash Brothers together then later I said nevermind because she had a boyfriend. She was still super nice to me at work. Again, by now I have basically made it more than clear I was after her, not a friend. Mention your boyfriend and get shut down? Gee, seems weird right? Well then she psychicly begged me to talk to her and I did because I still have hope that somewhere out there, there is one human being with as much respect as me. Maybe she was going to leave her boyfriend? Maybe she already did?
Well, nope. She ignored a bunch of my texts because I'm just super uninteresting and lazy, man! All I do is play video games, did you know that? God must love lazy people or something, I don't know man because clearly no woman would want a man who cooks cleans works and teaches. Everybody does that Josh! I'm pretty sure most people can't even do 1/4 of those correctly.
So good on her, good on you Duchy, you did it. You kept your rich boyfriend and fended off the unwitting prophet, clearly he underestimated your deep-seeded love for a wallet. I know nothing of her boyfriend but clearly he's rich because she looks pretty cute and I have yet to see a situation where those two didn't meet, except for once with me. Shit I take that back I guess, still I'm a psychic and intuition tells me her man has his own house and I might as well have not said shit to her.
Previous points
Alright so back to my original post wherein I ranted about several things making me angry throughout the day, I still have some things to explain.
>Josh, you might say, Josh are all women stupid?
Unfortunately probably. You see in this decade of decadence all people are left with is capitalism, capitalism is your new romance. Have you ever been to a club? Have you ever seen a hundred strangers grinding their twats together? I guess I'm just a fucking square because it doesn't appeal to me at all, this is what over half of the women in college spend time doing in between their studies. The one time I went to a club and danced I basically humped a woman for an hour or two, with clothes on so not very appetizing, and made an ass of myself because I got too drunk. How in the fuck are these places in business? Dumb fucking women. Dumb women are fueling the local economy in every bar and clubs are no different.
I should also say that any woman who goes to a club, hates it and leaves is probably pretty smart. Do women even do that though? Why do women go out and dance? Why do people fucking dance? It's fun? It's fun for you to just shake and shake and shake? I don't fucking get it. One of my ex-girlfriends went to a 50-cent concert and he took his little wiener out and shook it on stage. Is this what people look forward to now? I feel like every woman I have ever met is an idiot because I feel like the smart thing to do in this environment would be to remove yourself.
One time I danced at a punk concert in Japan. That felt kind of alright. Like at least the music isn't shit, this guy was singing about how much he hates the government in another language and it fucking connected with me man, like real deep, and I did a little diddy. I didn't see any cock and I didn't grind on anyone either though, so that's probably the difference.
Shit, maybe dancing isn't so dumb. Didn't people used to learn actual dance moves and look each other in the eyes? So why then did that change to ass-jamming and fucking in a closet? I'll admit I'm probably just mad because I'm not getting any. I haven't been laid in over a year and it bugs me pretty bad that this is what people do to get laid. They pretend like they're rich and normal by just screaming and flailing and women actually fucking buy it. They actually sleep with these people and men who enjoy talking to good-looking women at work just get shit on because if you want to fuck you better do it at the fuck-bar! What if I don't want some used up skank? What if even if I did, I'd at least like to pretend the person I was with wasn't worthless on the inside?
So this is the answer; women make stupid choices. I have met some women that were doctors, but they probably shake their ass in clubs. Can you call that smart? I mean, really, can you call someone smart that actually enjoys that environment? I thought being smart was being educated enough to know when your baser instincts were no longer attached to any higher thought and being driven completely on the idea of how others perceive you, but I guess being smart is 1+2=3.
I really don't understand how some good men I have met in the past, men who were wholly capable of loving a girl, could go like this, like me for so long. Another anecdote; one time me and an awkward buddy hung out with this plump chick who was bangable and his sister. We couldn't really think of anything to do because we were broke and they just sprung this weird almost double date on us and they called us dweebs and spit on my hamburger. I guess they wanted us to put on shit music and grind for an hour? I guarantee that is how the plump chick gets laid 9/10 times. Meanwhile we were more concerned with getting to know them and actually trying to have fun, but I guess I'm just a curmudgeon. Also, tidbit ladies; good men are much better one-on-one because they hate the presence of other men in their fuck-chamber.
Anyways, if women weren't stupid that kid would have gotten laid. He was a really nice guy who would go out on a limb for anyone, and if you told him to beat the fuck out of someone he would have tried. However because he doesn't do pushups for fun because he has no brain to stimulate, because he doesn't simply grind away his time with a woman to whatever the news tells him is popular, because he isn't just another nigger on wall street he is still a virgin at fucking 20.
I keep looking because I know I have to be wrong on this. I have to just be bitter or something, this can't be like black men where I have factual evidence for my hate, I have to be biased. When I get in a relationship with a woman it is the most beautiful thing in the world, it is the only thing that matters. I want to believe that somewhere out there is a girl who isn't grinding cock at clubs and doesn't just want money, but it is literally all I see. I've been turned down like a hundred times in the past year, God dang. Then I see a black man watching his girlfriend push a stroller.
>Josh, you might say, Josh are all women stupid?
Unfortunately probably. You see in this decade of decadence all people are left with is capitalism, capitalism is your new romance. Have you ever been to a club? Have you ever seen a hundred strangers grinding their twats together? I guess I'm just a fucking square because it doesn't appeal to me at all, this is what over half of the women in college spend time doing in between their studies. The one time I went to a club and danced I basically humped a woman for an hour or two, with clothes on so not very appetizing, and made an ass of myself because I got too drunk. How in the fuck are these places in business? Dumb fucking women. Dumb women are fueling the local economy in every bar and clubs are no different.
I should also say that any woman who goes to a club, hates it and leaves is probably pretty smart. Do women even do that though? Why do women go out and dance? Why do people fucking dance? It's fun? It's fun for you to just shake and shake and shake? I don't fucking get it. One of my ex-girlfriends went to a 50-cent concert and he took his little wiener out and shook it on stage. Is this what people look forward to now? I feel like every woman I have ever met is an idiot because I feel like the smart thing to do in this environment would be to remove yourself.
One time I danced at a punk concert in Japan. That felt kind of alright. Like at least the music isn't shit, this guy was singing about how much he hates the government in another language and it fucking connected with me man, like real deep, and I did a little diddy. I didn't see any cock and I didn't grind on anyone either though, so that's probably the difference.
Shit, maybe dancing isn't so dumb. Didn't people used to learn actual dance moves and look each other in the eyes? So why then did that change to ass-jamming and fucking in a closet? I'll admit I'm probably just mad because I'm not getting any. I haven't been laid in over a year and it bugs me pretty bad that this is what people do to get laid. They pretend like they're rich and normal by just screaming and flailing and women actually fucking buy it. They actually sleep with these people and men who enjoy talking to good-looking women at work just get shit on because if you want to fuck you better do it at the fuck-bar! What if I don't want some used up skank? What if even if I did, I'd at least like to pretend the person I was with wasn't worthless on the inside?
So this is the answer; women make stupid choices. I have met some women that were doctors, but they probably shake their ass in clubs. Can you call that smart? I mean, really, can you call someone smart that actually enjoys that environment? I thought being smart was being educated enough to know when your baser instincts were no longer attached to any higher thought and being driven completely on the idea of how others perceive you, but I guess being smart is 1+2=3.
I really don't understand how some good men I have met in the past, men who were wholly capable of loving a girl, could go like this, like me for so long. Another anecdote; one time me and an awkward buddy hung out with this plump chick who was bangable and his sister. We couldn't really think of anything to do because we were broke and they just sprung this weird almost double date on us and they called us dweebs and spit on my hamburger. I guess they wanted us to put on shit music and grind for an hour? I guarantee that is how the plump chick gets laid 9/10 times. Meanwhile we were more concerned with getting to know them and actually trying to have fun, but I guess I'm just a curmudgeon. Also, tidbit ladies; good men are much better one-on-one because they hate the presence of other men in their fuck-chamber.
Anyways, if women weren't stupid that kid would have gotten laid. He was a really nice guy who would go out on a limb for anyone, and if you told him to beat the fuck out of someone he would have tried. However because he doesn't do pushups for fun because he has no brain to stimulate, because he doesn't simply grind away his time with a woman to whatever the news tells him is popular, because he isn't just another nigger on wall street he is still a virgin at fucking 20.
I keep looking because I know I have to be wrong on this. I have to just be bitter or something, this can't be like black men where I have factual evidence for my hate, I have to be biased. When I get in a relationship with a woman it is the most beautiful thing in the world, it is the only thing that matters. I want to believe that somewhere out there is a girl who isn't grinding cock at clubs and doesn't just want money, but it is literally all I see. I've been turned down like a hundred times in the past year, God dang. Then I see a black man watching his girlfriend push a stroller.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
Highlights
Alright time to highlight and explain some of my previous points...
>niggerizing
America is the Mother Harlot from Revelations in the Bible. I'll do my best to quote the Bible periodically by the way, but you should reference the King James Version for the most correct translation of the documents before you accept anything I say. Now in the Bible the Mother Harlot is explained very clearly as an angel is disgusted by the awe the prophet displayed at it as a nation with its hands in every nation. This could be taken as embassies or simply capitalism, beyond that there are also spies in every nation that report to the US government, they even go as far as inserting puppets into the heads of the governments of other nations. What is clear is that the government of America has taken over the governments of every other country through World Wars and trade embargoes. If America is not the Mother Harlot, then who could it possibly be now that America exists? Not explained in the Bible as clearly are the Great Beast and smaller beast.
>The Great Beast
Taking from the Bible that the Great Beast is a consort of the Mother Harlot, and the Mother Harlot is clearly an organization relevant to a nation and a nation itself, one can assume that the Great Beast is in fact not a flailing monster but again a metaphor for something else. The Great Beast is the servant of the nation that was made to allow it to flourish, black men. The smaller beast are those who cannot see the truth or who willfully ignore such truths in favor of spreading more wickedness.
>Propaganda
Propaganda has been a useful tool in nations since time immemorial. Since lies have ever been spread from the mouths of kings, there has been the idea that somehow the kings themselves were put in place by God (only true for those in the Bible, by the way) and for God. All things are placed by God but only some specifically for His purpouse itself, the kings of many nations want you to believe that they are righteous when in fact they piss on the holy. How long has America outlined such things as Manifest Destiny, which led to the destruction of Native Americans (which from now on I will refer to as the Great Ones, in reference to the Great Spirit and their religion)?
>Women who could cripple a nation
If you haven't seen the film, I highly suggest watching an older version of Cleopatra for a refresher course on the power that women hold. I was reading today that Maria Theresa (may have misspelled that) was given by Spain to marry a king in order to end a war. Things such as these show that by lording over the women you can lord over any man, the man who runs the whorehouse can dictate who has children. He can control the future of his own country.
More when my parents are asleep... I'll go into much more detail based on the first post in time.
>niggerizing
America is the Mother Harlot from Revelations in the Bible. I'll do my best to quote the Bible periodically by the way, but you should reference the King James Version for the most correct translation of the documents before you accept anything I say. Now in the Bible the Mother Harlot is explained very clearly as an angel is disgusted by the awe the prophet displayed at it as a nation with its hands in every nation. This could be taken as embassies or simply capitalism, beyond that there are also spies in every nation that report to the US government, they even go as far as inserting puppets into the heads of the governments of other nations. What is clear is that the government of America has taken over the governments of every other country through World Wars and trade embargoes. If America is not the Mother Harlot, then who could it possibly be now that America exists? Not explained in the Bible as clearly are the Great Beast and smaller beast.
>The Great Beast
Taking from the Bible that the Great Beast is a consort of the Mother Harlot, and the Mother Harlot is clearly an organization relevant to a nation and a nation itself, one can assume that the Great Beast is in fact not a flailing monster but again a metaphor for something else. The Great Beast is the servant of the nation that was made to allow it to flourish, black men. The smaller beast are those who cannot see the truth or who willfully ignore such truths in favor of spreading more wickedness.
>Propaganda
Propaganda has been a useful tool in nations since time immemorial. Since lies have ever been spread from the mouths of kings, there has been the idea that somehow the kings themselves were put in place by God (only true for those in the Bible, by the way) and for God. All things are placed by God but only some specifically for His purpouse itself, the kings of many nations want you to believe that they are righteous when in fact they piss on the holy. How long has America outlined such things as Manifest Destiny, which led to the destruction of Native Americans (which from now on I will refer to as the Great Ones, in reference to the Great Spirit and their religion)?
>Women who could cripple a nation
If you haven't seen the film, I highly suggest watching an older version of Cleopatra for a refresher course on the power that women hold. I was reading today that Maria Theresa (may have misspelled that) was given by Spain to marry a king in order to end a war. Things such as these show that by lording over the women you can lord over any man, the man who runs the whorehouse can dictate who has children. He can control the future of his own country.
More when my parents are asleep... I'll go into much more detail based on the first post in time.
All women are stupid, and niggers too
So I woke up today and youtubed several videos about women being stupid by typing "Women are Stupid" into the little search bar or box or whatever. I've been trying my best to keep up some hope that somewhere out there someone will love me for being a super awesome guy who totally doesn't just want your vagina, but apparently that is impossible without having lots of money. I recently started talking to this girl who was my co-worker at an old job and asked her to hang out, now anyone with a brain understands that two members of the opposite sex 'hanging out' actually means courtship of some kind. Well she later responded that she was at her boyfriend's place so I nixed the idea with a "Nevermind," sweet ass response and album.
Anyways eventually I decided to text her again, because I heard her psychicly beg me to. I figured maybe she was ready to be loved now and to quit pussyfooting around like the other toolbags in this town, but boy was I wrong. I flirted with her and she basically just blew it off until she finally quit replying. Now, a normal person would simply say that this girl was uninterested but being a psychic I can tell she had ulterior motives, like the rest of the public, the first of which was performing some unholy experiment on me for being a nice person. I have recently dubbed these kinds of experiments the "CAN HE STILL BLEED!?" type where someone directly attacks me with something I love, like a beautiful woman.
So anyways this ugly cunt goes and ignores me, ignores a person who cannot possibly be ignored and pretends to be asleep or something because she wanted to see how much I would pester her. This is further evidenced by another ex-lover begging me to treat her like I would herself (more on this stupid cunt later) so I decided to omega myself out of the whole situation (on the hole) and deleted her number. I win bitch! I would have treated the other girl the same way, simply displaying interest until she acted in an offensive manner and did not reciprocate.
Now while I'm on the subject of stupid women, I might as well go a little further into this. You see most women say they want a man who cares, or has similar interest, or is successful, or can look handsome, but none of this is actually true. Women are just as good at lying as any other person in the world and do so at every possible moment to inflate their own ego and to draw up respect from those around them, foolishly as they already get more respect than the rest of us and lying is of course, bad, regardless. What women actually want is money.
You see, we live in a capitalist society that knows only the destruction of others and the profitry of sin to engorge oneself on the corpse of the good. Because of this, women are taught from a very young age to forgo all manner of love and sexual exploration in favor of goods and the display of their own feathers for which to trade for more goods. The reason it is illegal to have sex with young women is not because it hurts them outright, in fact this is a very prejudice thing to say about young people; that they cannot feel or accept love, that they cannot actually explore themselves as an adult could or will. The reason in reality is to preserve the women for just long enough for someone to rape them, at which point they will begin to manifest their sexual desires appropriately to rapists.
Now this may seem like nonsensical delusional ramblings but I ask you to turn on your TV set, and not to Late Night with Jam Dangler so he can bitch about me, but to any commercial. In it you will find rap and goods. These kinds of images are broadcast to the youth in an effort to sway their sexual desires which have not yet been allowed to blossom in any manner, as most young boys wait until they find the right woman. However one could say that this is all a coincidence, these laws have been around since the 60's or 70's at least, and what of that period in time? Well in America the blacks have always been put to the forefront of music. Only breakout hits with actual talent ever really detract from the mass of propaganda aimed at swaying your conscience into believing that black men are normal.
What do black men have to do with raping women? Well, statistically most crimes are committed by blacks. Besides this, black men are not considered attractive by anyone. The only way to get the process of niggerizing the public and the children underway is to make them accept rape and enjoy it.
Fuck, I forgot where I was, I have to shit, I'll expound later
Anyways eventually I decided to text her again, because I heard her psychicly beg me to. I figured maybe she was ready to be loved now and to quit pussyfooting around like the other toolbags in this town, but boy was I wrong. I flirted with her and she basically just blew it off until she finally quit replying. Now, a normal person would simply say that this girl was uninterested but being a psychic I can tell she had ulterior motives, like the rest of the public, the first of which was performing some unholy experiment on me for being a nice person. I have recently dubbed these kinds of experiments the "CAN HE STILL BLEED!?" type where someone directly attacks me with something I love, like a beautiful woman.
So anyways this ugly cunt goes and ignores me, ignores a person who cannot possibly be ignored and pretends to be asleep or something because she wanted to see how much I would pester her. This is further evidenced by another ex-lover begging me to treat her like I would herself (more on this stupid cunt later) so I decided to omega myself out of the whole situation (on the hole) and deleted her number. I win bitch! I would have treated the other girl the same way, simply displaying interest until she acted in an offensive manner and did not reciprocate.
Now while I'm on the subject of stupid women, I might as well go a little further into this. You see most women say they want a man who cares, or has similar interest, or is successful, or can look handsome, but none of this is actually true. Women are just as good at lying as any other person in the world and do so at every possible moment to inflate their own ego and to draw up respect from those around them, foolishly as they already get more respect than the rest of us and lying is of course, bad, regardless. What women actually want is money.
You see, we live in a capitalist society that knows only the destruction of others and the profitry of sin to engorge oneself on the corpse of the good. Because of this, women are taught from a very young age to forgo all manner of love and sexual exploration in favor of goods and the display of their own feathers for which to trade for more goods. The reason it is illegal to have sex with young women is not because it hurts them outright, in fact this is a very prejudice thing to say about young people; that they cannot feel or accept love, that they cannot actually explore themselves as an adult could or will. The reason in reality is to preserve the women for just long enough for someone to rape them, at which point they will begin to manifest their sexual desires appropriately to rapists.
Now this may seem like nonsensical delusional ramblings but I ask you to turn on your TV set, and not to Late Night with Jam Dangler so he can bitch about me, but to any commercial. In it you will find rap and goods. These kinds of images are broadcast to the youth in an effort to sway their sexual desires which have not yet been allowed to blossom in any manner, as most young boys wait until they find the right woman. However one could say that this is all a coincidence, these laws have been around since the 60's or 70's at least, and what of that period in time? Well in America the blacks have always been put to the forefront of music. Only breakout hits with actual talent ever really detract from the mass of propaganda aimed at swaying your conscience into believing that black men are normal.
What do black men have to do with raping women? Well, statistically most crimes are committed by blacks. Besides this, black men are not considered attractive by anyone. The only way to get the process of niggerizing the public and the children underway is to make them accept rape and enjoy it.
Fuck, I forgot where I was, I have to shit, I'll expound later
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