StyxHexenhammer666 / Tarl Warwick - Oddball Occultist Neckbeard (who can make some interesting content)

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@Laylithe I really want you to have the best possible life and I think that being in Tarl's orbit doesn't serve you. You're nice looking and kind of a goof which is a likable quality.

It shouldn't be hard you to find a chap who likes you for you and let's you do your Tarot card stuff with it not giving them bother. I don't think you can while that loser's owl stench is around you.

Being in love with someone makes it difficult to want to seek comfort in others.

Have you considered that maintaining ANY proximity to Tarl, digital or physical, still keeps you in this depressing head space?


I make a pretty mean Chocolate Rum Flip.

I would love to try that, it sounds delicious. I like rum, I like chocolate.

Apparently my ability to make jokes that fall flat.

I find insulting others is hysterical, yet poor taste.
 
Being in love with someone makes it difficult to want to seek comfort in others.
Satisfaction comes from WITHIN. Until you can, at the very least, achieve a state of not-sadness on your own, you won't be able to achieve true happiness with anyone. People can sense your sadness and desperation; the "good" men will flee from it, and the bad people will use it to manipulate you. Tarl did.

The coldest person I ever knew was a guy who had an endless string of women parading through his house. He was never single for more than a year. He took their money, he put them in charge of shopping, cooking, cleaning, maintaining his house, paying all the bills, and contributed almost nothing. He had the savings, they had all the bills. What was his secret?

Clingy, overt displays of affection, public cuddling, constant handholding, rubbing their feet, always touching them, always an arm around their shoulders. He just picked women with very low self-esteem that felt unloved. This clingy-type stuff in front of other people convinced these women that he loved them (he didn't).
 
Satisfaction comes from WITHIN. Until you can, at the very least, achieve a state of not-sadness on your own, you won't be able to achieve true happiness with anyone. People can sense your sadness and desperation; the "good" men will flee from it, and the bad people will use it to manipulate you. Tarl did.

The coldest person I ever knew was a guy who had an endless string of women parading through his house. He was never single for more than a year. He took their money, he put them in charge of shopping, cooking, cleaning, maintaining his house, paying all the bills, and contributed almost nothing. He had the savings, they had all the bills. What was his secret?

Clingy, overt displays of affection, public cuddling, constant handholding, rubbing their feet, always touching them, always an arm around their shoulders. He just picked women with very low self-esteem that felt unloved. This clingy-type stuff in front of other people convinced these women that he loved them (he didn't).


My natural state is peacefully relaxed and content, usually writing taking pictures or plotting ways to make the world a sillier place. Just because I am horny as fuck and ovulating right now doesn't mean I'm desperate. I can open a dating profile and get hundreds of matches in mere hours, I dont WANT to. I want vampirate warlord to get his ass back here and spank me for being naughty and causing chaos (even though it's ok for him to).


(Are you as confused as I am yet?)
 
Even the Jew-hating crowd over on Bitchute shits on him non stop.
To be honest, I've called him Tarlberg Warwickstein for some of his takes. He is also obsessed with boosting any gay man, like Pete Buttfelch - he at one point said that Buttfelch was the left's best politician. I think he has a thing for Gayor Pete.
 
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I can open a dating profile and get hundreds of matches in mere hours, I dont WANT to.
There's no need for that, we both know it's useless. None of them can make you any happier than Tarl will, because the emptiness comes from WITHIN. Even Tarl can't make you happy, or he would have done so by now. He doesn't mind pretending he can though. As long as you keep falling for it.
 
I want vampirate warlord to get his ass back here and spank me for being naughty and causing chaos (even though it's ok for him to).
(Are you as confused as I am yet?)
Not really confused, maybe slightly impressed at the candid peek into the female psyche and its oddities… (but phew, he really is a dumb fuck to ruin what he had there)
 
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There's no need for that, we both know it's useless. None of them can make you any happier than Tarl will, because the emptiness comes from WITHIN. Even Tarl can't make you happy, or he would have done so by now. He doesn't mind pretending he can though. As long as you keep falling for it.


Spoken like you know both of us personally, well done.
 
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Spoken like you know both of us personally, well done.
No. It's just that you are a well known type of female personality. You obviously are bright and interesting in and of yourself, but have no boundaries, no pride, no impulse control, and are just posting here to get to your target. We kinda do know you because your type is a dime a dozen.
 
My natural state is peacefully relaxed and content, usually writing taking pictures or plotting ways to make the world a sillier place. Just because I am horny as fuck and ovulating right now doesn't mean I'm desperate. I can open a dating profile and get hundreds of matches in mere hours, I dont WANT to. I want vampirate warlord to get his ass back here and spank me for being naughty and causing chaos (even though it's ok for him to).


(Are you as confused as I am yet?)
You're describing lust, not love.

I would love to try that, it sounds delicious. I like rum, I like chocolate.
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This forum is way nicer to you than I'd expect it to be.

You're signalling anguish and I can even believe you are actually feeling one but I think you're too old for this shit and have 3 kids that you should love instead of the creep. You somehow expend a lot less energy talking about them unless you need to use them as a shield.

I'm not even disgusted by it - I get how loneliness is hard and economy sucks, but that entire self-flagellation to lashing out routine is starting to piss me off. You're not a victim. You are a person that is avoiding a hard choice.

People who hurt you make you a worse person. This is why you avoid them. By sticking to this dude you will just loose more control and end up in a worse place, but older and more tired.

I get how you might be fucked and how Styx could solve all your problems but you don't get that this is exactly our point. He won't. He doesn't care about anybody. He's, just like you mind you, approaching middle age and still treating women like objects. Like come on - he needs both a nanny and a ho and still cannot remain faithful at minimum. The guy is bat shit crazy. Him sweet talking you all makes it even worse - he knows what you all want but still will fuck with your head!

--edit since this entire saga gets me invested too much (premium drama!)-- He's an alcoholic! Narc, antisocial, schizo or just retarded - we don't know, but alcoholic is almost certain. Even if he was able to be high functioning - he's getting worse. And again, sorry to come back to that, approaching 40 won't make him regain his resilence. Why are you so delusional? Is it a kind of strange grandiosity to be a hero of a greek tragedy or sth? With 3 kids?!
 
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@Laylithe I'm just curious, but have you ever smoked meth in a pickup truck, twelve miles down a logging road on a crisp fall night, while listening to Van Halen?
Change the meth to Winstons and Van Halen to Blue Öyster Cult or The Allman Brothers, and that sounds like a pretty comfy time imho.
 
Curious - does anyone here think its possible that Lord Tarl of Warwick on Chasanna in the Hamlet of Rutland's mother sabotaged this Samantha Keister, like she sees kids in tow and does all sorts of crazy crap to deter this from working? Samantha seemed to have insinuated there was passive aggressive and furtive measures taken against Sam while she was on the Warwick estate involving wiring, heating, electricity, etc.
Lesson to everyone here, it seems human nature to want what you can't have. Between Tarl and Mother Dearest being complete assholes to Sam, Tarl being a drunk, drugged out broke smelly edgelord vampirate that leaves feces unflushed in the toilet living in Mommie Dearest's house, and Sam having a gaggle of someone else's children that Mother Dearest doesn't like - this is like dual no-go creating extreme forbidden fruit. I'd bet the disgusting smelly awkward cheese-toothed fornication that occurs when these two meld is the ultimate in forbidden taboo and unnaturally satisfying for both parties. I'd also bet if Tarl was a real man living in his own house he would probably take her in, but Mother Dearest forbids it.
 
Curious - does anyone here think its possible that Lord Tarl of Warwick on Chasanna in the Hamlet of Rutland's mother sabotaged this Samantha Keister, like she sees kids in tow and does all sorts of crazy crap to deter this from working? Samantha seemed to have insinuated there was passive aggressive and furtive measures taken against Sam while she was on the Warwick estate involving wiring, heating, electricity, etc.
I think the owl Mother crashed her car into @Laylithe camper trailer deliberately too.
 
Tarl being a broke edgelord that leaves feces unflushed in the toilet living in Mommie Dearest's house

You're confusing Tarl and my ex with those statements. FYI. Anywho I'm gonna go get some wine and charcuterie to celebrate today. It's been a good month.
 
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I don't deserve to be insulted, nor do I think that. I come here because if anyone is going to talk shit about me or the people I love, it's going to be me. 😜 Nobody else actually knows whats going on anyway its all speculation. Center of attention type shit. What do you think it is im sick with? Depression? Daddy issues? Desperation? Some other D? If I could get rid of my Debt that would be cool. I'm gonna take a nap.
You had sex with a gay skeleton the sold his soul to an owl demon, seriously what in God's holy name did you find attractive about this weirdo?
 
You're confusing Tarl and my ex with those statements. FYI. Anywho I'm gonna go get some wine and charcuterie to celebrate today. It's been a good month.
I'm not even clowning on you right now. You should take whatever money you planned on spending on that celebration and making it a monthly habit to invest. Get a money manager and start throwing a few bucks here and there into an investment account that you can watch grow. This is the equivalent of tending a garden or curating a lawn or keeping the PH levels perfect in a swimming pool, it is a long-term project to occupy your mind and distract you from some of your more self-destructive thoughts. I'm going to attach a link with the financial growth one can see by just setting aside 60 dollars a month, 2 dollars a day, which is probably in a similar ballpark to your wine and charcuterie or one monthly indulgence. If you transitioned your monthly indulgence into a monthly investment, you might feel slightly less like you are a powerless leaf in the winds and remind yourself you do have *some* agency. Below is an investment calculator analysis of what investing 60 dollars a month at an 8% rate of return looks like over time.


Note that in year 10 and beyond, your interest exceeds the contributions. If nothing else, it will remind you that any given day is just a link in a much greater chain. Start investing and stop chasing a sugar daddy.

Again, or don't, I'm not your father and you don't have to listen to me.
 
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