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Its been awhile since i’ve posted, most have probably forgotten this user.
I am starting to accept inceldom, starting to accept this reality. Only because- i’ve found better ways to further escape this dark, bleak reality of mine. The internet is a great place when it comes to acceptance. and just to find solace over-all, Alot of fantasies i can drown myself in. Alot of lies that will never be uncovered, all to help individualize myself and further the rope away from my own neck.
While it all works fine i still can’t help but to be overly aware of the things around me, i know what this all is. What all of it means, and what it makes me. A disgusting subhuman, who’s failed at life- with no chance of redemption whatsoever… i am no different from any other disfigured incel- i too crave death, and i want to be more than what life has made me into. Sadly it only ends as a desire- a craving as i’ve said, this fantasy reality simply keeps me in a state of delusion. Its beautiful and it works, but the bourgeois needs me as a slave in the real ‘material world.’ So i can’t drown myself in these fantasies, i must be part of real-reality most of the time… And it hurts, it really really hurts- to see what i am, and know what my life is to always be. Lest i geomaxx and meddle with some nepali subhumans
That’s all besides the point though, i’m really just here to tell you that there will be no happiness within your subhuman life if you do not accelerate capitalism and reinforce/strengthen this 2nd reality aka the internet. Do you actually seriously believe your useless failed genetics and traumatized body is going to survive and or want to exist if ever given the chance to be non-repressive? You will die instantly, you have no fucking purpose. You only exist as of right now because you Dream and you Cope within this same exact second reality that you so dearly seem to consciously go against, stupid fucking anti-deforestation faggots only live a happy life within their own sadistic fantasies.
the internet is a beautiful, fantasy-land that can make up for all of our ‘real’ world failures, such as genetic deformities and or trauma in general… when you are given a 2nd reality (the internet) in which within you are able to, and can- ‘materialize’ your fantasies. Make them real to your unconscious, you are given peace. Heaven- freedom, and whatever else that ought to feel good, the actual problem with the internet is that we cannot exist within it for the entirety of our daily lives (although this helps to grow us more dependent on it, showing us the contrast between our depressive reality and the fantasy 2nd reality) thus making it pretty disheartening having to look at our real selves and our real reality every once a while. It is the only issue i see, that we cannot fully depend on it. And be assured to never have to leave it, although there are problems with our screens and its damage to our health but that is all done purposefully to again make us more dependent on the second perfect reality that makes up for the skeletal underdevelopment that our capitalist goverment have caused upon us… the point here is to fully transhumanize the human population, which has already been done. The internet just is not potent enough, and our real reality is not repressive and genetically recessive enough. All can and will be fixed, but in the meantime we live as is. Regardless; you ought to understand that the only escape from our subhumanity is to escape this reality- this reality in which we will forever be weak, and feel weak within it. Only through cope can we transcend past our degenerative phsyical state, and the perfect cope is technology. And that is what we will strengthen, you already are part of the acceleration. You use the internet for the same reasons as i do- to further individualize ourselves, to feel genetically worthy. To be- dominant, and better than all else. You are a transhumanist, just as i am. You have been since you were born, never a superhero- only longing to be one
make no mistake that your ancestors might aswell have traded their life for The life in which we have as of right now, cavemen would trade all of the healthy natural foods in which they’ve come to learn of and or gather through hunting. For just a stock of chocolate and all kinds of human-made sweets, because the sweets taste better. No matter how much it deteriorates our phsyical bodies, as long as we fEeL dominant, as long as what we absorb feels highly vibrational. Sweet- and powerful, we will feed these delusions no matter what they do to us.. everyone you know of has already traded their genetics long ago, for an imaginary reality. A fantasy realm, it would be foolish to not strengthen what your father has worked on for all of his life. Regardless of whether it was or was not a conscious, logical decision to do so. We humans know what we desire, we desire what any other animal desires. The only issue- is that it detriments our health, the chocolate does. But the internet takes us away from the detriments that capitalism has bestowed upon us… no- there is no going back, that would mean self annihilation. As none are ready for a natural life, and all of us are meant to go extinct anyways. We are kept as workers, farm animals. We are sick enough as to where there’s no hope for revolution nor our own death, there is no winning over the life you once had. There is only abandonment, abandon the reality in which you consciously cling to. Abandon your failures and all of your successes, and find a better more worthwhile existence through the web… itll happen eventually, and you’ll be part of it- only you won’t know when it hits you, but you’ll enjoy it. Nonetheless
It is weak, maybe even frustrating to some. To know there’s no such thing as saving one’s own self, that there will be no special day. No heaven on earth, no genetic value, having to rely on day to day cope and or fantasies to keep your self from doing what your body actually craves, self extinction.
There is an escape, it just isnt strong enough. Itll all be fine soon and or later, we’ll get to be what we should had been. But this reality is a failed one, we failed in it and there’s no going back. Its really time to move on from it, either kill yourself now at my feet or start gooning hysterically for the rest of time. You’ll like both
It will all be wholly different just within my own life time, i cope by awaiting for a never-ending cope.
Part of me thinks it to be wrong, i ought not to give up. And maybe i should not, i should just put a bullet in as many heads as i possibly can and go out with real-individuality and real-dignity. Rape everyone and- unfortunately leave, it’d be just like the heaven that i’ve spoken about. Only shorter- but more blissful
I just dont want to lose dignity, i don’t want to be genetically worthless. I just don’t want to admit that the only way that i can be what i’ll always long to be is through imaginary fantasies, i can’t accept this. Although i do so everyday, only unconsciously in order to not craze myself. I know myself to be scum, ugly disfigured. I haven’t a single cope that im unaware of, or so i think
Take me somewhere nice. That’s all i’ve been asking, i know there to be no escape. But just give me something, let me get out of here. I haven’t anything else to ask.
No escape from slave life, it’s what we’ve been predestined to be. Life is capitalistic in its own nature, only the dominant thrive. Real-Reality rejects my existence, im stomped on like im a fucking geek, humiliated and screwed over. Mocked by all around me, i serve as energy for those above me. No matter how much i try to reject what reality has made me to be
I ought to fight it but there’s no winning in competition. I want to bring death to all of those high and above me, kill everything that mocks me. Thats the only way any animal can feel fine
I’ve lost the game. I failed everyone before me, my father ought to look me in the eyes and tear up looking at this disfigured disgusting reject. All those memories from when i was once loved, i was a child then. Alot of smiles surrounded me, people would often talk about my genetic potential. Look at where life has led me, i betrayed everyone who thought me to be something special. It is all ruined now, the love my mother and father once had felt for me can never be felt again, the love those women felt for me will never be felt again. Those smiles have turned into mocking faces, never will i feel as special and genetically worthwhile as i did as a child. Never will i be sought after, in high school i was ridiculed. At work i’ll be ridiculed, anywhere i go in life i will only be frowned upon. Mocked ridiculed and shamed
There’ll be no sympathy, there’ll be no love. I’ll always be overshadowed by those genetically beyond my very existence, when i die i will be mocked. I’ll just be a number, not seen as a human being because i never was one. None are to feel anything, there’s no learning to accept it. No such thing as just being a man about it, no such thing as finding solace. I’ll only ever cry, i’ll only feel hate in my heart and nothing else. I’ll be ugly and rapey, i already am. I haven’t a choice, i’ll be just another stain on my bloodline. Forgive me
Mama
But we’ll be all fine in our imagination
I am starting to accept inceldom, starting to accept this reality. Only because- i’ve found better ways to further escape this dark, bleak reality of mine. The internet is a great place when it comes to acceptance. and just to find solace over-all, Alot of fantasies i can drown myself in. Alot of lies that will never be uncovered, all to help individualize myself and further the rope away from my own neck.
While it all works fine i still can’t help but to be overly aware of the things around me, i know what this all is. What all of it means, and what it makes me. A disgusting subhuman, who’s failed at life- with no chance of redemption whatsoever… i am no different from any other disfigured incel- i too crave death, and i want to be more than what life has made me into. Sadly it only ends as a desire- a craving as i’ve said, this fantasy reality simply keeps me in a state of delusion. Its beautiful and it works, but the bourgeois needs me as a slave in the real ‘material world.’ So i can’t drown myself in these fantasies, i must be part of real-reality most of the time… And it hurts, it really really hurts- to see what i am, and know what my life is to always be. Lest i geomaxx and meddle with some nepali subhumans
That’s all besides the point though, i’m really just here to tell you that there will be no happiness within your subhuman life if you do not accelerate capitalism and reinforce/strengthen this 2nd reality aka the internet. Do you actually seriously believe your useless failed genetics and traumatized body is going to survive and or want to exist if ever given the chance to be non-repressive? You will die instantly, you have no fucking purpose. You only exist as of right now because you Dream and you Cope within this same exact second reality that you so dearly seem to consciously go against, stupid fucking anti-deforestation faggots only live a happy life within their own sadistic fantasies.
the internet is a beautiful, fantasy-land that can make up for all of our ‘real’ world failures, such as genetic deformities and or trauma in general… when you are given a 2nd reality (the internet) in which within you are able to, and can- ‘materialize’ your fantasies. Make them real to your unconscious, you are given peace. Heaven- freedom, and whatever else that ought to feel good, the actual problem with the internet is that we cannot exist within it for the entirety of our daily lives (although this helps to grow us more dependent on it, showing us the contrast between our depressive reality and the fantasy 2nd reality) thus making it pretty disheartening having to look at our real selves and our real reality every once a while. It is the only issue i see, that we cannot fully depend on it. And be assured to never have to leave it, although there are problems with our screens and its damage to our health but that is all done purposefully to again make us more dependent on the second perfect reality that makes up for the skeletal underdevelopment that our capitalist goverment have caused upon us… the point here is to fully transhumanize the human population, which has already been done. The internet just is not potent enough, and our real reality is not repressive and genetically recessive enough. All can and will be fixed, but in the meantime we live as is. Regardless; you ought to understand that the only escape from our subhumanity is to escape this reality- this reality in which we will forever be weak, and feel weak within it. Only through cope can we transcend past our degenerative phsyical state, and the perfect cope is technology. And that is what we will strengthen, you already are part of the acceleration. You use the internet for the same reasons as i do- to further individualize ourselves, to feel genetically worthy. To be- dominant, and better than all else. You are a transhumanist, just as i am. You have been since you were born, never a superhero- only longing to be one
make no mistake that your ancestors might aswell have traded their life for The life in which we have as of right now, cavemen would trade all of the healthy natural foods in which they’ve come to learn of and or gather through hunting. For just a stock of chocolate and all kinds of human-made sweets, because the sweets taste better. No matter how much it deteriorates our phsyical bodies, as long as we fEeL dominant, as long as what we absorb feels highly vibrational. Sweet- and powerful, we will feed these delusions no matter what they do to us.. everyone you know of has already traded their genetics long ago, for an imaginary reality. A fantasy realm, it would be foolish to not strengthen what your father has worked on for all of his life. Regardless of whether it was or was not a conscious, logical decision to do so. We humans know what we desire, we desire what any other animal desires. The only issue- is that it detriments our health, the chocolate does. But the internet takes us away from the detriments that capitalism has bestowed upon us… no- there is no going back, that would mean self annihilation. As none are ready for a natural life, and all of us are meant to go extinct anyways. We are kept as workers, farm animals. We are sick enough as to where there’s no hope for revolution nor our own death, there is no winning over the life you once had. There is only abandonment, abandon the reality in which you consciously cling to. Abandon your failures and all of your successes, and find a better more worthwhile existence through the web… itll happen eventually, and you’ll be part of it- only you won’t know when it hits you, but you’ll enjoy it. Nonetheless
It is weak, maybe even frustrating to some. To know there’s no such thing as saving one’s own self, that there will be no special day. No heaven on earth, no genetic value, having to rely on day to day cope and or fantasies to keep your self from doing what your body actually craves, self extinction.
There is an escape, it just isnt strong enough. Itll all be fine soon and or later, we’ll get to be what we should had been. But this reality is a failed one, we failed in it and there’s no going back. Its really time to move on from it, either kill yourself now at my feet or start gooning hysterically for the rest of time. You’ll like both
It will all be wholly different just within my own life time, i cope by awaiting for a never-ending cope.
Part of me thinks it to be wrong, i ought not to give up. And maybe i should not, i should just put a bullet in as many heads as i possibly can and go out with real-individuality and real-dignity. Rape everyone and- unfortunately leave, it’d be just like the heaven that i’ve spoken about. Only shorter- but more blissful
I just dont want to lose dignity, i don’t want to be genetically worthless. I just don’t want to admit that the only way that i can be what i’ll always long to be is through imaginary fantasies, i can’t accept this. Although i do so everyday, only unconsciously in order to not craze myself. I know myself to be scum, ugly disfigured. I haven’t a single cope that im unaware of, or so i think
Take me somewhere nice. That’s all i’ve been asking, i know there to be no escape. But just give me something, let me get out of here. I haven’t anything else to ask.
No escape from slave life, it’s what we’ve been predestined to be. Life is capitalistic in its own nature, only the dominant thrive. Real-Reality rejects my existence, im stomped on like im a fucking geek, humiliated and screwed over. Mocked by all around me, i serve as energy for those above me. No matter how much i try to reject what reality has made me to be
I ought to fight it but there’s no winning in competition. I want to bring death to all of those high and above me, kill everything that mocks me. Thats the only way any animal can feel fine
I’ve lost the game. I failed everyone before me, my father ought to look me in the eyes and tear up looking at this disfigured disgusting reject. All those memories from when i was once loved, i was a child then. Alot of smiles surrounded me, people would often talk about my genetic potential. Look at where life has led me, i betrayed everyone who thought me to be something special. It is all ruined now, the love my mother and father once had felt for me can never be felt again, the love those women felt for me will never be felt again. Those smiles have turned into mocking faces, never will i feel as special and genetically worthwhile as i did as a child. Never will i be sought after, in high school i was ridiculed. At work i’ll be ridiculed, anywhere i go in life i will only be frowned upon. Mocked ridiculed and shamed
There’ll be no sympathy, there’ll be no love. I’ll always be overshadowed by those genetically beyond my very existence, when i die i will be mocked. I’ll just be a number, not seen as a human being because i never was one. None are to feel anything, there’s no learning to accept it. No such thing as just being a man about it, no such thing as finding solace. I’ll only ever cry, i’ll only feel hate in my heart and nothing else. I’ll be ugly and rapey, i already am. I haven’t a choice, i’ll be just another stain on my bloodline. Forgive me
Mama
But we’ll be all fine in our imagination
