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As one or two people know, I removed myself from ORG back in September after Marvel's Gunn crapped on the DC Universe with his Faggotman 2025.
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Ugh, I felt insulted. I felt he wanted to fight. Though at the time, I had no idea a flatulence smurf was milking his little pecker using matrimony. Ah, yes, kudos to her. Milk that motherfucker! But because of his cruelty to the DC extended universe, I felt lost. Confused. Hopeless. I felt like disappearing and never showing my fucking words again. But I wasn't entirely depressed. I would receive uplifting emails:
"Foot Buddy about done."
During this agonizing wait, I found other forums. Quickly, I unfastened the belt around my premotor cortex and got busy. Unfortunately, that didn't last... thanks to the heavy censorship sprawling for the digital ID endgame for the internet. So I returned to offline writing.
Superverse was supposed to have happened. But being one of the cool kids, not a privileged dipshit licking Musk's algorithm while fondling his stacks, I was excluded from the PULL. No one mentioned his whiny garbage, along with the next one that should be called SuperLoose, were fill-ins. NO ONE TOLD ME! Though in all likelihood, they didn't know me.
I'd rather keep it that way.
With that said, Superverse is still on the docket. So, Tom Welling, stop driving and keep your shit tight.
Dean Cain, lose weight, you curry-looking motherfucker. Fun fact: CW's Supergirl series, season two (2015-2016), parallels today's ICE agenda against illegal aliens. So if you're wondering, "Oh, wow, they really use Hollywood scripts to play us like clowns."
Nicolas Cage, ugh, they can CGI you, so... do what you do—no one cares.
Brandon Routh, patience, you talentless clutter of wasted film.
Tom Ellis (a Clark Kent doppelganger from another universe, though some believe this is just Lucifer fucking with people), keep your schedule flexible, princess.
And Corens' Wet,
The one I didn't mention understands why.
Dear Netflix,
Sue WB and Paramount for conspiring to grossly manipulate the buy-out price. Offer a reward for whistleblowing.
SUPERVERSE SERIES SUGGESTION:
The beginning scene will have a James Gunn lookalike smoking crack next to two terrified children he groomed from Roblox. A metahuman battle takes place in the sky. One slams into him, shattering his bones and decapitating his limbs. Suddenly, from out of the blue, his brother's lookalike comes smashing into the ground. A lady yells, "And who the hell is that?" The spectators shrug. That's all I got so far.
The bottom line
I had to take a break from ORG due to the mental injury this echo chamber was causing. My wives also got damaged from my neglect. The youngest had just graduated from high school and wanted to go to college. I showed her the back of my hand and bit my lower lip hard. She brought the corners of her mouth down, wrinkled her eyebrows, and crossed her arms. I went back to writing on ORG. She screamed, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She stomped her blue polished toes away. But she wasn't the only sad story.
Back in June, on my oldest wife's 19th birthday, she made a wish before blowing the candles out. She later shared it with me. "I wish you would leave ORG for a few months and teach us how to properly wash dishes, do the laundry, make perfect bread, mop the floor, and face our fear of heights so we can climb on the roof to fix the shingles."
All echo chambers are W-E-A-K
When I first joined this shithole of wasting talent, I was happy and wanted The Ship to crash into the Earth. But after several years of writing, I became disturbed when I discovered Aboriginal Australians had a stronger tolerance to mRNA poisons. Ugh, this was driving me crazy! But then the king returned and promised to use US Marines disguised as ICE agents to hogtie Mexicans. That brought joy to my black orbs. Every day has been like Christmas since. But ugh, he had to TACO from a war with China just to show me. But that was understandable. We got our asses whipped in Vietnam. Fighting the Boss Level, forget about it. And the CCP's hypersonic dwarf that hit us in October was pretty scary stuff to the uniforms.
Thanks for looking out for our online button pushers, king.
I can't stay long because I'm currently writing eight hundred and fifty-nine books. So far, I have a chapter completed for each. Ugh, it's not easy writing 859 books simultaneously. Concomitantly, I call this collection The Final 869. My deadline is March 10, 2132. But I will share wisdom for those with 20/20 vision who can see.
For every man, there is another man inside him. Some call him their voice. Muse. Reasoning. Or blue-eyed Buckaroo. But that man is the inspiration of the universe, the reason for life, the purpose of everything. Embrace him with a tender squeeze of masculinity. Keep him attached. Don't allow a tampon burden take him from you. That labia lip creature, when not bleeding like an embarrassing atrocity, is good for a fill-in. And she's okay with that.
Finally, never feel loose when you're tight. If a network, a place, a community is preventing you from becoming SOMETHING ELSE, get superglued. Don't prolapse your ideas in a place frequented by Hollywood trash. The same applies to Wattpad (Canada) and Literotica (UK). Use a pre-2010 laptop. Install offline dictionaries. Then, corrupt the network adapters—duct tape the camera lens—disable the microphone—wrap the device with tin foil—then set up a dummy laptop next to it. Name it: MY PRIVATE WORK. Never connect that bitch ever to the whore again.
Ah, yes, I'm reading your minds now. And the answer is yes! There will be an AI Superman in Superverse. Brainiac had sucked Clark Kent dry after Lois warned him, "Clark, I get that you have two personalities. One is a heterosexual, the other is super gay. But going to Brainy's private Jacuzzi party spells S-U-S-P-I-C-O-U-S."
Clark didn't listen. And he didn't see the liquid kryptonite spitting from the lead-plated jet hole as Brainy reverse-cowboyed him.
VOLUME II:
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💦 Lesbian Lois and Creepy Clark Inside the Political Universe – Superman's Dead 🔥 [[A TLDR MASTERPIECE]] 🔥
James Gunn, the director notorious for commenting about fucking children on Twitter (evidence provided below), wants sympathy for Superman because the fictional alien is an immigrant trying to find peace with the fragile people he could snap in half. Not only that, but this particular red cape...
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Ugh, I felt insulted. I felt he wanted to fight. Though at the time, I had no idea a flatulence smurf was milking his little pecker using matrimony. Ah, yes, kudos to her. Milk that motherfucker! But because of his cruelty to the DC extended universe, I felt lost. Confused. Hopeless. I felt like disappearing and never showing my fucking words again. But I wasn't entirely depressed. I would receive uplifting emails:
"Foot Buddy about done."
During this agonizing wait, I found other forums. Quickly, I unfastened the belt around my premotor cortex and got busy. Unfortunately, that didn't last... thanks to the heavy censorship sprawling for the digital ID endgame for the internet. So I returned to offline writing.
Superverse was supposed to have happened. But being one of the cool kids, not a privileged dipshit licking Musk's algorithm while fondling his stacks, I was excluded from the PULL. No one mentioned his whiny garbage, along with the next one that should be called SuperLoose, were fill-ins. NO ONE TOLD ME! Though in all likelihood, they didn't know me.
I'd rather keep it that way.
With that said, Superverse is still on the docket. So, Tom Welling, stop driving and keep your shit tight.
Dean Cain, lose weight, you curry-looking motherfucker. Fun fact: CW's Supergirl series, season two (2015-2016), parallels today's ICE agenda against illegal aliens. So if you're wondering, "Oh, wow, they really use Hollywood scripts to play us like clowns."
Nicolas Cage, ugh, they can CGI you, so... do what you do—no one cares.
Brandon Routh, patience, you talentless clutter of wasted film.
Tom Ellis (a Clark Kent doppelganger from another universe, though some believe this is just Lucifer fucking with people), keep your schedule flexible, princess.
And Corens' Wet,
The one I didn't mention understands why.
Dear Netflix,
Sue WB and Paramount for conspiring to grossly manipulate the buy-out price. Offer a reward for whistleblowing.
SUPERVERSE SERIES SUGGESTION:
The beginning scene will have a James Gunn lookalike smoking crack next to two terrified children he groomed from Roblox. A metahuman battle takes place in the sky. One slams into him, shattering his bones and decapitating his limbs. Suddenly, from out of the blue, his brother's lookalike comes smashing into the ground. A lady yells, "And who the hell is that?" The spectators shrug. That's all I got so far.
The bottom line
I had to take a break from ORG due to the mental injury this echo chamber was causing. My wives also got damaged from my neglect. The youngest had just graduated from high school and wanted to go to college. I showed her the back of my hand and bit my lower lip hard. She brought the corners of her mouth down, wrinkled her eyebrows, and crossed her arms. I went back to writing on ORG. She screamed, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She stomped her blue polished toes away. But she wasn't the only sad story.
Back in June, on my oldest wife's 19th birthday, she made a wish before blowing the candles out. She later shared it with me. "I wish you would leave ORG for a few months and teach us how to properly wash dishes, do the laundry, make perfect bread, mop the floor, and face our fear of heights so we can climb on the roof to fix the shingles."
All echo chambers are W-E-A-K
When I first joined this shithole of wasting talent, I was happy and wanted The Ship to crash into the Earth. But after several years of writing, I became disturbed when I discovered Aboriginal Australians had a stronger tolerance to mRNA poisons. Ugh, this was driving me crazy! But then the king returned and promised to use US Marines disguised as ICE agents to hogtie Mexicans. That brought joy to my black orbs. Every day has been like Christmas since. But ugh, he had to TACO from a war with China just to show me. But that was understandable. We got our asses whipped in Vietnam. Fighting the Boss Level, forget about it. And the CCP's hypersonic dwarf that hit us in October was pretty scary stuff to the uniforms.
Thanks for looking out for our online button pushers, king.
I can't stay long because I'm currently writing eight hundred and fifty-nine books. So far, I have a chapter completed for each. Ugh, it's not easy writing 859 books simultaneously. Concomitantly, I call this collection The Final 869. My deadline is March 10, 2132. But I will share wisdom for those with 20/20 vision who can see.
For every man, there is another man inside him. Some call him their voice. Muse. Reasoning. Or blue-eyed Buckaroo. But that man is the inspiration of the universe, the reason for life, the purpose of everything. Embrace him with a tender squeeze of masculinity. Keep him attached. Don't allow a tampon burden take him from you. That labia lip creature, when not bleeding like an embarrassing atrocity, is good for a fill-in. And she's okay with that.
Finally, never feel loose when you're tight. If a network, a place, a community is preventing you from becoming SOMETHING ELSE, get superglued. Don't prolapse your ideas in a place frequented by Hollywood trash. The same applies to Wattpad (Canada) and Literotica (UK). Use a pre-2010 laptop. Install offline dictionaries. Then, corrupt the network adapters—duct tape the camera lens—disable the microphone—wrap the device with tin foil—then set up a dummy laptop next to it. Name it: MY PRIVATE WORK. Never connect that bitch ever to the whore again.
Ah, yes, I'm reading your minds now. And the answer is yes! There will be an AI Superman in Superverse. Brainiac had sucked Clark Kent dry after Lois warned him, "Clark, I get that you have two personalities. One is a heterosexual, the other is super gay. But going to Brainy's private Jacuzzi party spells S-U-S-P-I-C-O-U-S."
Clark didn't listen. And he didn't see the liquid kryptonite spitting from the lead-plated jet hole as Brainy reverse-cowboyed him.
VOLUME II:
Pointless in a Critical World: Volume II
There will be part three. There is always another part to everything. And there is always a muse behind great vanity. But what happens when that inspiration recedes from view? Ah, yes, things are not what they seem. When the little, insignificant people admire wealthy bums, expect them to...
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