That is your soul you are talking to. All sentient humans have an inner voice, their soul, which is their internal monologue.
Only soul-less lesser animals lack an inner monologue.
I always thought it was a solipsistic fantasy, even as a child, that there were "people" like this. It just seemed like some kind of self-absorbed concept, you know, I'm the one alive person out here and all these other people are just automatons.
And obviously that solipsistic bullshit isn't true. You are not the only alive person out there.
But there actually are these soulless, dead automata out there, and they are so unaware of how actually evil that is that they will openly admit to it.
They are nearly invariably evil fucks like Thwomp. The world could do without this sort of filth.
I don't even believe these fuckers when they claim this, because they invariably become completely deranged with rage when the outside world wakes up that little voice inside them that tells them they're wrong, they're fuckups, they've fucked up their lives, because they know that tiny little voice they've spent their mis-spent lives trying to squelch is right.
They would destroy the entire world to shut that voice up.
In Elliot's case, that voice tells him he's disgraced his family, he's chopped off his dick to coom and now he can't coom because he's a dickless freak, he's a rapist, he's raped people, he's committed unfathomable acts of awfulness. The little voice tells him that.
And the world tells him that. He'd destroy the Internet and the entire world to shut up the little voice inside his head that tells him all that shit was wrong.
There's nothing more sad, more fanatical, and more evil than a man like this.
I suppose that would make sense for coomers, like dogs humping everything, but then again Im pretty sure dogs think, I know mine are fucking cunning as shit.
Literally, a dog or a cat is more of a person than someone like this. Even if he's telling the truth about being a total NPC, all his actions do reflect someone with no actual personality of his own.
To paraphrase Wilde's preface to Dorian Gray, the hatred of the Twenty First Century Digital Boy for Kiwi Farms is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a mirror. Actually understandable, the normal response of seeing this thwomp-faced chink's face is rage, just at looking at such a vile creature.
To take the conceit a bit further, though, his deeper rage is at not seeing his face in a mirror, and his impending blindness is outright
precious in that context.
I doubt he'll even understand this because you'd need to have an internal monologue, that is to say, a mind, to understand it.
If this thwomp-faced chink is to be believed, he doesn't even have that. He's a mindless robot. I'd like to believe "people" like this don't exist and frankly I'd prefer they didn't, because look at what people who claim this are.
yeah those guys are bitches lol I've been watching the World Cup, they go down and roll around crying when they barely get hit, I'd love to see one get hit by a Linebacker just to see his reaction.
