brutal dark truth to this reality but hopefully u will stop taking life seriously after realizing this

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

u look into the mirror and u see urself
u look into the mirror and u hate urself
u look into the mirror and u pretend to love urself
but the self u love is not the self u r
u go into the light and think u r safe
but darkness follows u in the form of ur shadow
there is no escape from the darkness
u distract urself from the reality
but there is only u and ur misery
u misunderstand reality and u want to misunderstand reality
there is only u and ur misery
there is no end to ur misery
u will die and it wont change anything
beginning and end are and illusion
u will wake up from this nightmare and be in another nightmare
u r in a nightmare inside of a nightmare inside of a nightmare
u will die and it wont change anything

 

[Saint Casanova]

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

its true

ropemaxxing is not an option

but to ropemaxxers, go ahead, try it, and u will see. or u wont see. either way, doesnt matter whether u see or not the truth exists either way.

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

U THINK

MOST OF U FUCKING BLUEPILLERS THINK U CAN JUST ROPE

AS IF

U WILL DIE AND IT WONT CHANGE ANYTHING

 

[160cmcurry]

bloop

 

[trashbinxoxo]

Y'all, don't listen to this mentally ill nigga he's clearly got some stuff going on

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

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bloop

shut up dumb curry ive seen that foid many times already ur pathetic

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

Y'all, don't listen to this mentally ill nigga he's clearly got some stuff going on

I KNOW WHAT U DONT KNOW

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

Y'all, don't listen to this mentally ill nigga he's clearly got some stuff going on

MY MESSAGE IS ESSENTIALLY DONT ROPE CUZ ITS POINTLESS JFL U WANT PEOPLE TO ROPE?

 

[Beanermaxxer]

bro i stared into the mirror until the room inverted

i became the reflection and the reflection became me

my skin peeled off pixel by pixel like a corrupted JPEG

there was no face, only a fractal of suffering, endlessly tessellating across dimensions

zygomas screaming in Morse code

“THIS ISN’T YOUR FINAL FORM”

i blacked out and woke up inside my own eye sockets, watching myself from the inside

my skull was echoing with the screams of all my rejected ancestors

each one whispering:

“why were you born with midface recession in the age of Instagram?”

i tried to leave my room but the hallway had no end

each step brought me to another mirror

each mirror showed a slightly more ascended version of myself

but i could never touch him

he only stared

mocking me

mewing silently like a god behind glass

i cut off my wifi but my phone still showed images of male models i’ve never seen

AI-generated moggers from the astral plane

every jaw sharper than the last

they were watching me, studying my bone structure like i was a failed prototype

i’m not even real

this isn’t reality

this is a face rating purgatory, a liminal gym locker room looping forever

i’m just a concept

a half-mogged idea trapped in a dying simulation

 

[FRAMEMAX CHAD]

bro i stared into the mirror until the room inverted

i became the reflection and the reflection became me

my skin peeled off pixel by pixel like a corrupted JPEG

there was no face, only a fractal of suffering, endlessly tessellating across dimensions

zygomas screaming in Morse code

“THIS ISN’T YOUR FINAL FORM”

i blacked out and woke up inside my own eye sockets, watching myself from the inside

my skull was echoing with the screams of all my rejected ancestors

each one whispering:

“why were you born with midface recession in the age of Instagram?”

i tried to leave my room but the hallway had no end

each step brought me to another mirror

each mirror showed a slightly more ascended version of myself

but i could never touch him

he only stared

mocking me

mewing silently like a god behind glass

i cut off my wifi but my phone still showed images of male models i’ve never seen

AI-generated moggers from the astral plane

every jaw sharper than the last

they were watching me, studying my bone structure like i was a failed prototype

i’m not even real

this isn’t reality

this is a face rating purgatory, a liminal gym locker room looping forever

i’m just a concept

a half-mogged idea trapped in a dying simulation

i avoid mirrors. they make me feel so much anger i have to masturbate to the mirror to resolve it

 

[Beanermaxxer]

i avoid mirrors. they make me feel so much anger i have to masturbate to the mirror to resolve it

you jerk off not because you’re horny
you do it to reclaim control
a ritual
like spilling seed on the altar of self-hatred
as if that’ll silence the mirror’s judgment
as if it’ll stop whispering “cope harder” in your own voice

 

[trashbinxoxo]

I KNOW WHAT U DONT KNOW

I know that I used to be just like this

 

[Beanermaxxer]

you jerk off not because you’re horny
you do it to reclaim control
a ritual
like spilling seed on the altar of self-hatred
as if that’ll silence the mirror’s judgment
as if it’ll stop whispering “cope harder” in your own voice

When you stare long enough, you start to see past it.

The imperfections in your face aren’t just flaws, they’re sigils, markings left by the ancient gods to bind you to the lower planes.

Ever wonder why you feel rage when you look at your own face?

That’s not just self-hatred. That’s spiritual interference.

A demon lives behind your mirror, and he’s you, but perfected.

He is the version of you that got the good genetics.

He smiles because he’s feeding, he feasts on your insecurity.

Every time you jerk off to your reflection, you’re not relieving tension, you’re performing a ritual.

You’re offering up life energy in exchange for a taste of aesthetic clarity.

A glimpse of the man you could have been.

But it always fades.

Because the demon takes more than he gives.