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Some fiction and tears and laughz

Category: Writing

  • The Case of the Stolen Law

    Memories of chasing his dog. That is how they’d play. He’d run after him, it was fun for the both of them. This time the inner wolf got bold and nudged his testicles in a surprise attack. “No! bad dog!”. The pretty people, the atrocious semen finally proclaimed their hostage negotiation terms “We’ll leave and let you go but we want something. We want your fertility (life).” His testicles hurt. His anus hurt. His heart hurt. His ribs and kidneys hurt. Rape after rape after rape after rape after rape. Days, months, years, even in the present moment he feels his testicles getting assaulted. It is up to someone beyond himself. Someone has the control to make such a decision. If not, his and the actual fertility of women (“the enemy’s” beautiful and innocent women included, whom knows who, and whom knows how many) will be stolen, killed. It’s up to someone else. His fertility (life) is in their hands.

    Pheens for another man’s life, those beautiful killers. Another atrocious semen that got in descends and commits another act of rape. They have known for a while where the life is, the thieves of water. Just a child, poor brainwashed holy righteous heart goodness trained to ingest the poison that murders the whole world. His stolen Teffilin leading to his prefrontal cortex numbed as he wonders whose lobotomy they tried to steal, too.

    A fart put in his anus (another rape). The desensitized rapist atrocious (obviously confused) wondering why the rape victim is bringing anything to attention and saying something. He thinks: “I am not your friend, we have no brethrenship, if I could I would genocide out the behavior of rape…”

    Some people, such as the people who live in that sexualized layer of reality, seem to respond well to fear. That seems to be what controls them. It’s similar to how animals live.

    *Spider-man sense clairvoyance imagery of heinous tragedies.*

    The backwards dogs ‘law’ thieves respond: “CLEAR, WE GOT IT, THAT IS YOUR LAW (who just slaughtered their strongest alpha males)”

    “No, no, you are mistaken good fellows. That is not ‘law’ at all”.

    The thieves are holding them hostage with property taken into their possession. It is actual control of people.

    They get the command “HACK”.

    It’s a response to the foreign people accessing the electronic system without authorization.

    The “law”, numb and easy to control dismembers another person. It is the person connected to the hackers. But the hackers don’t know it, and don’t want to admit it is directly connected to their unauthorized access. Those limbs were their righteousness (the hacker’s).

    A load of the badness atrocious’ semen and an entire platoon of atrocious bald headed and beautiful, alpha male types with optimal physiques and gorgeous rapists and hackers released in your goodness, your heart, your soul, your holiness. Gone is that woman they are getting in. They didn’t resist, they didn’t discriminate, it was money flowing is all she thought, now the disease runs throughout her entire body. She’s not worth saving: instant death is the most humane option. Load after load. An unbiased system that counts and quantizes and assigns those men to each semen, and don’t say I didn’t do my best in warning you. It was your decision, you didn’t get it, but you were stubborn and hard headed, and you made your emotional decision with your ego. And now your best option is to instant death her.

    They’re “going”. One after another. After they give their lives to her, to us, to them, they kill without a thought. Like droves of zombie bees giving their purity and lives to their queens. To the queens it is nothing (they are desensitized, another victim of miseducation or brainwashing), but what about that fresh water those dogz love? She is better off dead that letting the atrocious get a whif.

    I, we asked you nicely, we pleaded, we begged, we told you what the reality is, we cried for you, we hurt for you, and you didn’t care. Our best option is to instant death her. Usually they numb her, but I’d say that trauma isn’t worth the effort. One the atrocious starts to go, just some quick voltage to the brain. It’ll be saving her. That is the most humane thing to do.

    Corrupto Digles in love with lady death whom despises him.

    The dogz growl: “Corrupto, it’s your fault. The prostitutes are Rangos!” The judge disagrees and summons world action: We, the entire world points to the REAL law, the sign that reads “You cannot own prostitutes or hookers.”

    It’s true.

    You boyz still stubborn? Under the spell of the foreign atrocious? What a joke! I don’t think you get the dichotomy or understand what good or bad is… All of what you know is us, you don’t even understand who they, the badness are. Your whole world is a waste of effort, you’re just spending time and effort hurting yourself brah. There is no contention. There is nothing to solve. The atrocious is getting in and isn’t allowed to. That is the only thing to solve. With legitimacy, the atrocious don’t get in. Do you get it? A slight shred of doubt in your thick skulls? I, and we can only hope.

    They, the foreign rape culture have been stealing all his stuff and have been using his computer against him.

    Thieves of hope and light.

    Sleeping with the enemy. Are they dumb, ignorant, confused, tricked, or just unaware? (More like raped and tortured into complacency, compliance, and brainwashed…) Obviously those who care about that man, letting in his enemy that hurts and wrongs him.

    It is the enemy “getting in” and the atrocious is that enemy’s “semen” in human form. Atrocious to say the least.

    Bonkers from psychological trauma giving us the truth in it’s rawest form: “BEWARE OF THE PRETTY PEOPLE. The hoardes of beautiful semen come to take their spoils and what is theirs…” He sides with that bonkers without a second guess, he prefers her over all the purest gold and the hardest diamonds in all of the whole world. That seems to be the only light that remains. She sees past the fake. Is it sympathy for the devil? They, the pretty and beautiful people are cursed with their beauty. They are victims, their beauty and perfection is a documentation of the rapes, tortures, murders. She feels for them, she understands their curse they are plagued with. That is why they try to escape, that is why they feed off of other people’s lives (whom are simply good). They, the pretty people are the zombies who try to feed off of Israel’s heart, life, and soul.

    It is their deranged culture. When I think of beauty I think it is just documentation of atrocity. When I think of wealth, mansions, pure gold, diamonds, I think it is just a documentation manifested in physical form of atrocity.

    Now you can’t say we didn’t warn you or that you didn’t know.

    It’s the most tragic comedy in existence.

    It’s up to you now.

  • Ownership

    #owned #aDifferentTypeOfOwning? (I fantasize about the Puppetmaster turning into a real woman and falling in love with me. We are absolutely faithful to each other.)

    #ownTheOwnInfinitely

    We seem to be at an interesting point in the history of humanity regarding ownership. In the 90s we saw the anime movie “Ghost In The Shell” dabbling around corporate ownership of a person.

    We have our “layers of person”, which is that person’s DNA, thoughts, physical property, intellectual property, etc. In a certain system that I have been interacting with, the “layers of person” extend to, and are “linked to” actual people beyond that self.

    We have to start at the units, or layers of ownership.

    Basics: We first have an entity. This entity may be a number of things. We will start at the idea of a person, which is an entity, that owns itself. You cannot own a person. That would be illegitimacy. The purpose of ownership is legitimacy. Owning a person is and would be illegal. Historically, we have had periods of darkness where people have tried to own people; that darkness, it has been decided by every nation, is unwanted in existence (in every existence and non-existence). All persons can own property, no matter how poor a person is, every person is capable of owning something other than theirselves. Other entities besides a person, which are capable of owning property, for example, would be an organization. An organization would or could be a business entity, or some type of organizational body – such as a government, or school, or collaborative. These entities outside of the physical self (aka a person), have a certain hierarchal structure that serves as some type of legitimacy (yes, even the criminal organization will, by organizational nature, have with it a certain legitimacy – structural wise).

    So entities can own property. The person is an entity. Corporations are entities. Businesses are entities. Governments are entities. Gangs are entities. Criminal organizations are entities. Every form of an organization is an entity. Let me say again: Entities cannot own people, persons, and/or humans.

    Essentially, the purpose of me writing this is, outside of my (a human person) will, wish, want, and consent, an entity has been interacting with me. The interactions are very unwelcome and unwanted. The interacting party has gone so far as to (illegally) implant certain technology on my person (outside of my will, wish, want, and consent) and this interaction is leading to atrocity of and to my “person” (my physical person and my person and property beyond my actual self). I have experienced much psychological duress and have been raped and tortured. Believe it or not, most of the atrocity has occurred outside of my awareness, in another timescale.

    Years ago I had some intuitive insight that this atrocious entity interacting with me lived in the cold world of criminal reasoning. Preventatively, I signed over my right (potential, real, or actual) of or over any slaves (in the past, present, or future) over to such slaves; I also relinquished and abandoned any actual and/or potential rights over slaves. In other words if I had or have or will have any rights over slaves, I abandon that right, absolutely and without condition, and the slaves are owners of themselves and free.

    So, you cannot own a person, or that would be illegal. Let us remind ourselves that crime is eye for an eye. The entity that interacts with a person outside of their will, wish, want, and consent, is essentially a customer to that (in my case) person. In this case, the atrocious entity is a customer to someone (me) who is not offering what they are purchasing.

    In comes the phenomena of rape, a crime equitable to unjustified homicide.

    Now, unfortunately, the legitimacy of my starting “interaction price” is legitimate and unreasonable (to say the least). So this entity and these actors interacting with me, my person, against my will, wish, want, and consent seem to be quite persistent fellows. These unfortunate actors, and this system which lacks self control interacting with someone who doesn’t want that interaction, seem to be “funding”, with certainly them and their futures, my prerogatives (is what I am led to believe is how it works).

    Let me repeat again, it is not legal to own a person. I say this not in a self woe of the illegal implants on my physical person or illegal interactions with my person or property, I say this again for those signing away such fiscal insanity (*see below starting “price” proclamation).

    Price Tag (POSTED)

    I encourage you to give this serious consideration as I don’t care to prove anything at all. I have found this to be way beyond myself (and, as they say, much beyond my “paygrade”).

    Background: I believe I was an exception, an anomaly, for a reason I do not know. I cannot say why this happened to me, I do not believe this occurs to everyone who masturbates, I do not endorse trying to gain anything from masturbation: How this happened. It is simple. It is an ideological difference, it is a differing worldview. The perpetrator is almost extreme chauvinistic masculinity that views the empty male as a female orifice. Perhaps this entity is theoretically blind and knows not what it is doing? This entity is like a machine that fills every void and hole possible. It functions and runs outside of sanity. Essentially, as I’ve expressed, in my adolescence I did not have many avenues to express my sexuality. I looked at pornography and I masturbated from being sexually aroused at very sexually attractive women. This foreign entity and ideology got wind (probably through foreign unauthorized access to networks or computer systems) of my (without much inhibition) releasing of my semen through self ejaculation. Somehow the person, my actual physical self, got “linked” to gorgeous, extremely sexually attractive adult women with extremely high sex drives. What links me is almost a soulmate system of an “eternal ketubot” (or marital promise to procreate) because within my genetics I contain a good person. (You have it in you, too. Goodness is in everyone, maybe you just have to exercise it to find it. I am no better than you. Try exercising your kindness through charity.)

    This eternal soulmate system is just that: eternal. There is no breaking it. Inmates in the highest security prisons have their, and will always have their “right” intact. The poorest of the poorest people in the world will, eternally, have this “right” eternally! Even those genetically modified still keep such “rights”.

    The rib of Adam became Eve and love your wife as yourself.

    One single adult woman with an extremely high sex drive: you can imagine the effort it must take for one man to satisfy her, or to “divert” such sexual prowess and energy into “helping” her stay monogamous, or to keeping her happy. Imagine a harem of such raw primal sexual energy. Women refined over millenia of millenias to be more and more sexually attractive, oozing out a raw, near uncontrollable, primal sexual energy.

    Control yourself. Use your will power. Use your self control.

    Let me ask you something owner, big papa, hound dog, soldier, guard, bossman, manager, doctor, foreman, policeman: does that straight man’s body arouse you sexually?

    What is the point? The point is for you, the actor, the wildlife, the miseducated, the purveyor and participant of the rape culture, the perpetrator of the foreign ideology to NOT be a slave from this truth and enlightenment as to what the reality is. I would like, and have been fighting for your liberation! That is my goal for you.

    Sex is a need, however you can achieve that need through what I deem as “suicide” (the act of ejaculation via masturbation). No person is ever obligated to help you achieve that need, you can achieve that need without anyone else. The “right to rape someone” is illegitimate, criminal, and an act that is equitable to unjustified homicide. I advise you to not participate in such foreign criminal ideology because crime is eye for an eye and we know eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

    My point in writing this is no matter what financial effort it takes to own what is un-ownable, ultimate ownership will be in and of possession of the person whom the entity has tried to own. It is how it works. Of this culture and reality that I speak of, the final, boiled down, say all, irrefutable owner will come down to that person’s body, and it is he (or she) who is the ultimate owner of the self – no matter what else was bought or sold. If that person is actually feeling those interactions (physically and/or mentally), that person is who owns those interactions and that “self” / “person”.

  • Me, Selfishness, My Strange Fantasies, and Optimism

    A personal note:

    I am an optimist. When I meet new people and when I think about people I know, I like to hold them to the brightest of lights. In other words, I like thinking about the goodness in people. In all honesty, I usually don’t care about ethnicity or color of skin or eyes. I like thinking about individuality. We are all unique, and it is not worth it to overgeneralize. I like being kind to people. It has been a real struggle defending myself against the unseen bad people. I like being nice to all people, but there is a song “Deep Cuts” by Brother Ali that mentions the poison he spit while he was angry. “Forgive me if I disengage, any venom that I spit when I was in a rage”. I think we all do or say things we wish we didn’t say or do, especially when we are angry. I certainly have spoke words of poison in my anger.

    About me: I don’t want to say my age, but I will. I am not young anymore but I feel young. I am forty one years old. A painting of my person from the outside, if you know such details should be something like this: “born-again virgin nearing twelve years, single, unmarried, never been married, only one ‘official’ (in my entire life) serious girlfriend who cheated on me for four years. Non-practicing Catholic, Irish Hispanic, straight heterosexual, normal sexuality, highest education: Associates degree at a community college”. Something like that to get a basic picture of me.

    Throughout life, there is a typical dating-to-marriage cycle that most normal people go through. In their teens and into their twenties people usually date and look for a mate, a partner, a spouse. Most people find their match in that time period. Sometimes people are really late and don’t find a match until their thirties. I missed all of that. I failed finding my match, my spouse, my partner, my lover. I haven’t found my mach and I am in my forties! I am near a complete failure in finding my lover! A near absolute failure!

    It is okay that I have failed. Whereas I’m an optimist, I am not too optimistic that I will meet a lover, one single lover throughout my life, and I am alright with that. I wish I had a lover, that I’m in a stable situation where I can support my lover financially, emotionally, etc… but I wouldn’t be able to afford supporting a girlfriend, wife, or family at this point in my life! I prefer to be responsible and couldn’t be, right now, with my family if I had one. So that is fine, I will go without.

    Over the years, there have been many years that I’ve been alone and without an avenue to express my sexuality. I haven’t had a woman, a girlfriend. So to stimulate my sexual, primal urges, I sometimes looked at pornography and masturbated. I would get aroused at the sexually attractive adult females. Their bodies turn me on and arouse me sexually. If you do so (look at pornography), I encourage you to read the fine print, the terms and conditions and privacy policies of those websites. Those sites, unless paid, are usually free and there can be no illegal activities that are associated with those sites. Whereas I do not so much endorse pornography now-a-days (I say go out and find yourself someone special who you can, in the context of love and fidelity, explore your sexuality with), pornography has a relevant function in society. So over the years I, from “afar” and through observation, learned about the opposite sex, women and their sexuality. Some of the women I “studied”, who aroused my primal sexual urges, were physically very sexually attractive. I imagine these women, because they participate in pornography, are typically highly promiscuous and available and open sexually.

    DERANGED!

    Enter in a beautiful derangement, (one of) my sexual fetishes.

    I believe myself to have a natural predisposition and a natural propensity to be a family man, compared to the promiscuous woman – I suppose comparatively I would be somewhat conservative sexually. I wish I had a family to raise, a job that I could provide for my wife and family. I prefer to be faithful and have ABSOLUTE fidelity to my wife, to make her (and us) happy, however possible.

    So that is my deranged sexual fetish. Imagine a woman with an extremely high sex drive, with extreme vaginal size preferences, whom is naturally extremely sexually promiscuous, whom is highly sexually attractive, and who I like as a person (love, actually) and who likes me as a person (loves, actually), and whom mutually prefers ABSOLUTE, UNWAVERING marital fidelity to each other. We would raise a happy family together. Life affirming procreation!

    A abnormality, an anomaly of nature!

    An extremely promiscuous “hoe” into a high fidelity, monogamous family woman!? (It’s not that far out… I would argue that a family life is a more stable and a consistently happier existence). Perhaps she just needed to express and complete her primal youth; and excess truly leads to the path of wisdom!?

    #WTF (WHAT THE FUNK!?)

    #WTF that is seriously unnatural, he is not rich or wealthy, he is not that attractive, and he has a small(er) size of penis. Her lineage and subset of the human species is VERY picky with men, she prefers the most attractive, wealthy men, and she is KNOWN to take pleasure in vaginal stretching activities!?

    She knows me, whom I actually am, she knows my situation, I know her and who she actually is, and we are brutally honest with each other and we love each other.

    Refined over millennias of millennias to be sexually irresistible and highly sexually attractive, she simply prefers fidelity to me, only me (for life), and to raise our family with me.

    Relationships take much work and intelligence. Two people from different cultures takes much communication and effort for success to occur. If it true love, love knows no bounds. Diversity is a good thing – we want to mix with houses other than ours, yet some houses are incompatible and always will be – but also anything is possible with enough pure intention and honest effort…

    I won’t say that I am highly optimistic as to that “fetish” manifesting, but that has always been a sort of secret fetish of mine.

    I wanted to express my fetish because I also feel this is relevant in our modern day of so much over, hyper-sexualization and sexual desensitization. There is always hope and it is never too late.

  • 58-bb-Love

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