<2021-04-26T02:59:39.000Z> Darkholme: Yo, I’m @VAN#001 on Discord please add me dude I wanna hang out wherever you hang out. I long for the 2015-16 energy of saying nigger and kike unabashed again. I’m tired of the Brazoified meztiso-mulattosphere of accelerating degeneracy and decadence that is the modern combusting Western hemisphere.
<2021-04-26T03:02:17.000Z> Darkholme: I wrote this pasta, enjoy:
<2021-04-26T03:03:39.000Z> Darkholme: You ’like’ things on twitter. You ’like’ Facebook posts. You ’react’ with ’happy’ smiley. You ’react’ with ’sad’ smiley. On tik tok, another woman is doing another silly face to make your abominable brain dump more dopamine into your system. You masturbate; you do not work. When you look at the stars, your eyes tinder, and you get another notification on Tinder; another brute - good for orgasm-inducing sex, and nothing more. You world-build your future household, your children. You think of his tastefully dressed, worldly mulatto friends. The courteous sexual tension in between you and his friends that neither party acts on. It serves to playfully enhance the sex, as you willfully get strangled to the point of getting unconscious in bed - because you are giving in to false chimeras - demonification. Where was I? Oh. When the liberated looks at the stars - he notes that their spread seems to to adhere to a mathematical pattern - and he regards it plausible that such a thing has been shown to be plausible already, by the calculations of some other. Out there, future competing planets. Aliens abound. Probably. When you see the black square on instagram, you ’cry’. When you see Biden at the podium, you ’feel relief’. When you eat sugary candy your ’mood’ is lifted. Your cat dies and you are sad. Your mother dies and you are sad. You lose your toy and you are sad. You drop your Pokémon-cards in a puddle of muddy water - and you are sad. You are a slave to illusions, to the inertia of concepts of inputs ostensibly utilised to enhance co-operative behaviour in predecessing generations of apes. You are anxious for you are malfunctioning. You eat chocolate - and it ’tastes good’. You pull your wee-wee because it ’feels good’. You fear death because you are sure to face death. Your are a slave to your emotions. The soldier unlearns the mirage. The military man sculpts himself to the ideal of his higher knowing, to the exalted. Will you leap? Or will you fall, like the weak creature that you are?