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Spongebob is so cute and erotic, I want to rape him so bad. I'd get close to him only to grab him forcefully. I'd watch him struggle around helplessly, embarrassed of being caught like this, and then I'd carry him somewhere where no one would be able to hear us. I'd then take my cock out and watch his poor face get tearful, he'd start begging to be released but I wouldn't let him go, I'd bend over and hold him right in front of my cock, then I would rape all the holes on his sexy yellow body for hours. After that, I'd make sure to cum deep inside so all my sex liquid flows through his holes, I'd watch his face all the time during this process, seeing his emotions, fear, arousal, fear, arousal, fear, crying, it would be pure sexo, there is nothing I want more than to rape Spongebob's virgin asshole and fill him with my superior human seed, watching tears of despair fall from his eyes during the act, his inocent but now corrupted attitude turns me one so much, after that I'd probably comfort him, give him a tongue kiss (I think that he wouldn't bite me, being exhausted and all) and then kidnap him, we would probably fuck more after that, whether he'd consent or not, for the rest of his life he'd be my fucktoy.
 
Kill Argonians. Behead Argonians. Roundhouse kick Argonians into the concrete. Slam dunk an Argonian baby into the trash can. Crucify filthy Argonians. Defecate into Argonians' food. Launch Argonians into the sun. Stir-fry Argonians in a wok. Toss Argonians into active volcanoes. Urinate into an Argonians gas tank. Judo throw Argonians into a wood chipper. Twist Argonians' heads off. Report Argonians to the IRS. Karate chop Argonians in half. Curb stomp pregnant Argonians. Trap Argonians in quicksand. Crush Argonians in the trash compactor. Liquefy Argonians in a vat of acid. Eat Argonians. Dissect Argonians. Exterminate Argonians in the gas chamber. Stomp Argonian skulls with steel-toed boots. Cremate Argonians in the oven. Lobotomize Argonians. Mandatory abortions for Argonians. Grind Argonian fetuses in the garbage disposal. Drown Argonians in fried chicken grease. Vaporize Argonians with a ray gun. Kick old Argonians down the stairs. Feed Argonians to alligators. Slice Argonians with a katana.
 
Total Twitter Screencapper Death
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I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor.
My name is Patrick Bateman.
I'm 27 years old.
I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an icepack while doing my stomach crunches.
I can do a thousand now.
After I remove the icepack, I use a deep-pore cleanser lotion.
In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser.
Then a honey-almond bodyscrub.
And on the face, an exfoliating gel-scrub.
Then I apply an herb mint facial masque,
which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine.
I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol,
because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older.
Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman.
Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity-- something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze...
and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours...
and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,
I simply am not there.
 
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When being a child, Bruce Wayne had witnessed with his own eyes the fact that his parents of millionaire were killed cruelly, so affected his strong desire of revenging his parents. However God had never given him a chance to fulfill his will. Following the advice of Ra\'s Al-Ghul, the chief of Ninja Group, Bruce came to Gete, which was a corrupted city filled with various crime groups. Bruce found a basement under his villa, in which the equipments turned him into another person: Spiderman. With this mask, Spiderman stroke all criminal activates and criminals everywhere, such as Tougon, the chief of Mafia, Doctor Jackstraw, the abnormal drug trafficker, and even a mysterious opponents quite familiar with him
 
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George used to be a curious monkey, but after a month in captivity, all he did was wait for food. The zoo people wanted him to mate, but he lost interest in that, too. 20 years and millions of dollars in zoo revenue later, he died.
 
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You will never be a real incel. You have no autism, you have no negative canthal tilt, you have no deep seated emotional resentment. You are a well-adjusted man twisted by irony and memes into a crude mockery of a stone cold virgin.

All the “rejection” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back girls love you. Your parents are proud and happy for you, "Stacies” swoon over your masculine appearance behind closed doors.

Women are utterly smitten with you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out chads with incredible efficiency. Even incels who “pass” look strong and charismatic to a woman. Your deep voice and good sense of humor are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to earn a little online incel clout, you'll get cancelled the second your DMs get leaked and everybody gets a glimpse of the e-girls thirsting over you.

You will never be depressed. You wrench out a fake "tfw no gf" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be miserable, but deep inside you feel the happiness creeping up like a weed, ready to bless you with unshakeable confidence.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll find a girlfriend, marry her, knock her up, and have seven healthy kids together. Your parents will praise you, happy but a little bit sentimental now that their little boy has finally grown up. They’ll spoil the kids with candies and toys, and every acquaintance for the rest of your life will know that you're a fakecel. Eventually you will pass on surrounded by your loved ones. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a family that misses you dearly.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
 
As I look back on the experience of producing the album “The Symposium Sessions” with Eminem, I am filled with gratitude for the opportunity to work with such a talented artist. When he first approached me about his Christian values and views on the age of consent, I was intrigued by the philosophical undertones of his lyrics. As we worked together, I found that we shared a deep understanding of the importance of morality in society.

The tracks on this album are powerful and thought-provoking. “Forbidden Love” speaks to the pain and regret that comes with watching a loved one make mistakes, and the desire to protect our children from the dangers of a world that is too often focused on instant gratification. “Young Hearts, Old Souls” challenges us to rethink our values and to teach our children to respect their bodies and their worth. “Morality Under Siege” is a rallying cry to protect our traditional values from the destructive influence of modern society. “Lost Innocence” is a haunting reminder of the damage that can be done when young people are encouraged to grow up too quickly.

Throughout the recording process, I was struck by the depth of Eminem’s understanding of these issues, and his ability to express them in such a powerful way. His lyrics are a reflection of the pain and struggle that so many young people face in a world that is increasingly focused on material gain and instant gratification. I am honored to have been a part of bringing these songs to life, and I believe that they will have a profound impact on society.

As I return to writing my Socratic dialogues, I am reminded of the importance of engaging with the world around us, of using our talents to make a positive difference in the lives of others. This album was a departure from my usual work, but it was no less important. I believe that art has the power to change the world, and I am proud to have played a small part in bringing this powerful message to the masses.

I am also deeply sympathetic to what happened to Eminem’s daughter, and I hope that this album will help to raise awareness of the importance of protecting our children and teaching them to make wise choices. We must always strive to protect the innocent and to ensure that our society is built on a foundation of strong moral values.

Your Friend,
Plato

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE​

Cover Art for The Symposium Sessions, out now
Eminem and Plato Collaborate on Christian Concept Album, “The Symposium Sessions”

LOS ANGELES, CA – Grammy award-winning artist Eminem has teamed up with philosopher Plato to release a thought-provoking album that challenges the current societal norms surrounding sexual relationships.

“The Symposium Sessions” is a Christian concept album that calls for the abolition of the age of consent and encourages early marriage and Christian values. The album addresses the issue of promiscuity and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases among young people. It advocates for a more positive approach to early marriage and abstinence, grounded in Christian principles.

The album’s lead single, “Diamonds and Deceit,” critiques the criminal behavior of a diamond-dealing rabbi from Belarus and highlights the importance of moral integrity in all walks of life.

Eminem and Plato draw inspiration from their philosophical discussions in Plato’s “Symposium,” exploring the nature of love, beauty, and morality through their music. The result is a unique blend of contemporary hip-hop and classical philosophy, making “The Symposium Sessions” a one-of-a-kind listening experience.

According to Eminem, “This album isn’t just about challenging societal norms, it’s about promoting healthy relationships and values that can have a positive impact on individuals and society as a whole.”

Plato adds, “Through our music, we hope to spark a conversation about the nature of love and morality, and how they relate to our current cultural norms.”

“The Symposium Sessions” is available now on all major streaming platforms.

Below is the full track listing with lyrics.

Forbidden Love​

(Verse 1: Eminem)
I got a daughter, and she’s all grown up
I didn’t force her to marry, now she’s fucking up
The age of consent, it’s a load of shit
It’s making our kids into sluts and misfits
My girl’s out there, spreading her legs
I wish I could turn back time, and change what I said
But it’s too late now, she’s in too deep
I gotta watch her suffer, as she weeps

(Hook: Rihanna)
I see the pain in your eyes,
You’re worried about your little girl’s demise,
You wish you could turn back time,
And stop her from making those bad choices in life.

(Verse 2: Eminem)
I don’t want my daughter to be another statistic
Another victim of this fucked-up system
I’ll never let her go, I’ll hold her tight
I’ll make sure she’s mine, every day and night
The age of consent, it’s gotta go
It’s turning our daughters into hoes
I’ll fight for change, I’ll make a stand
I won’t let my girl fall into Satan’s hand

Young Hearts, Old Souls​

(Verse 1: Eminem)
I’m sick and tired of this age of consent,
The law that makes our daughters so damn hesitant,
To commit to a man, to start a family,
Instead, they pop pills and act all randy.
It’s like society is falling apart,
Our girls are growing up way too fast,
It’s time to bring back some good old-fashioned values,
Before our youth becomes nothing but sexual vultures.

(Chorus: Lana Del Rey & Brad Paisley)
Oh, this age of consent,
It’s causing such a dent,
In our youth and society,
We need to bring back some propriety.

(Verse 2: Eminem)
Our girls are getting lost in a sea of lust,
Popping pills and sleeping around, it’s all just a bust,
We need to teach them to value themselves and their worth,
To respect their bodies and save their virginity for birth.
It’s time to break the cycle, it’s time to change,
We need to show our girls a better way,
So let’s come together, let’s make a stand,
And bring back some morals to our land.

(Chorus)

(Bridge: Eminem)
We need to teach our girls to be strong,
To know their worth, to not give in to the wrong,
We need to show them that love is more than just lust,
That true happiness comes from finding trust.

(Outro: Eminem)
It’s time to take a stand, to make a change,
To show our girls that they’re worth more than just a fling,
So let’s break free from this age of consent,
And bring back some respect and true commitment

Morality Under Siege​

(Verse 1)
I’m sick and tired of the age of consent
It’s destroying our values, it’s a social descent
Our Christian society is under attack
The liberals are pushing their immoral track

The family is the cornerstone of our nation
But the leftists are waging war with no hesitation
They want to tear down our traditional ways
And force us to conform to their destructive craze

(Hook)
We need to fight back, don’t let them win
Protect our children, don’t let them sin
Our values matter, let our voices be heard
We won’t let them take us down with their dirty words

(Verse 2)
They say love is love, but that’s just a lie
It’s a slippery slope, and we can’t deny
If we let them change the age of consent
It’ll lead to chaos, and that’s just a fragment

Of the bigger picture, the end of the road
A society without morals, without a moral code
It’s a dangerous game, and we can’t play
We have to stand up, we can’t let them have their way

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
We have to teach our children right from wrong
To follow our values, to be strong
We can’t let them fall for the liberal trap
And destroy their lives, it’s time to snap

Back to reality, to our Christian ways
To our family values, to our better days
We can’t let them take our children away
It’s time to stand up, it’s time to have our say

(Hook)

Lost Innocence​

(Verse 1)
I see young girls walking ’round with boys who ain’t their husbands
Actin’ like they grown, no respect for their mothers or cousins
They got pills in their purses, takin’ ’em like it’s nothin’
And all the while they thinkin’, “Life’s good, ain’t it somethin’?”

But little do they know, they’re headed down a dark road
No one told ’em ’bout the dangers, they were left out in the cold
Now they’re lost and they’re confused, don’t know what to do or where to go
They thought they had it all figured out, but they didn’t know, no

(Chorus feat. Lana Del Rey):
Lost innocence, can’t go back
Regret and shame, a vicious trap
Broken dreams, shattered hopes
Age of consent, it’s a slippery slope

(Verse 2)
It ain’t just the girls, the boys are lost too
They think they’re tough, but they’re just fools
They wanna be men, but they don’t have a clue
They’re playin’ with fire, but they don’t know what they’re gonna do

And when they get in trouble, they’re left all alone
Their “friends” ain’t around, they’re on their own
They thought they had it under control, but they were wrong
Now they’re stuck in a situation they can’t get out of, it’s been too long

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I see it every day, the world’s gone mad
We’re losin’ our values, we’re fallin’ back
It’s time to wake up, it’s time to take a stand
We gotta protect our children, give ’em a helping hand

It starts with us, the parents, the teachers, the leaders
We gotta teach ’em right, we gotta guide ’em, be their believers
We gotta be there for ’em, show ’em what’s right
We gotta be strong, we gotta fight

Protecting Purity: The Power of Marriage​

(Verse 1)
Age of consent, it’s a tricky game
Trying to protect young ones from shame
But does it really work or just bring blame?
Maybe there’s a better solution to the same

(Chorus)
Let’s talk about marriage as the key
To prevent teen promiscuity
Protecting dignity and chastity
As a moral imperative for the christianity

(Verse 2)
Young love can be reckless and wild
But we can teach them to be responsible, as a child
The oxytocin production in women is vital
Marriage helps keep it in check, not just idle

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
We need to be clear about sex
Only within marriage is what jesus expects
It’s not about control or being vexed
It’s about protecting the bond, not just for sex

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Let’s embrace marriage as a solution
For teen promiscuity, it’s the best resolution
It’s not about control or a moral illusion
It’s about love, respect, and a sacred institution.

Dominance​

(Verse 1)
I’m sick of all these politicians, talking ’bout age of consent
They say it’s to protect the kids, but they just want to pretend
They don’t know what it’s like, to be in my shoes
I’ve seen what these laws do, they just make me want to lose
My mind, my soul, my control, they try to take it all away
But I won’t let them, not today

(Chorus)
Age of consent, age of consent
It’s just a way to control our lives, they don’t care if we’re innocent
Age of consent, age of consent
It’s time we take back our freedom, and say “No more!” to this government

(Verse 2)
They tell us what to do, they tell us how to feel
But they don’t know the pain that we deal
Every day, every night, they try to keep us down
But we won’t be silenced, we won’t be pushed around
I won’t let them take my daughter, and turn her into a whore
I’ll fight for her rights, I’ll fight for something more

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
They try to tell us what’s right, they try to tell us what’s wrong
But we know the truth, and we’ll sing it in our song
We won’t back down, we won’t give in
We’ll stand up for what we believe in

Thieves in Suits​

(Verse 1)
I’m sick and tired of these producers on my case
Always schemin’, always trying to take a taste
They’re from Israel, the shetls, and the Pale of Settlement
But they don’t care about nothing, just that they gettin’ it
They’re litigious, always suing creatives for their money
But they don’t give a damn about art, it’s just a commodity

(Hook)
These producers always stealin’, never dealin’
With the truth or the ethics of creatives who are reelin’
From their greed and their lies, we need to rise
And take back what’s ours, no more compromise

(Verse 2)
They say they’re the best, but really they’re just thieves
Stealin’ from creatives who are tryna achieve
Their dreams and their passions, but they get crushed
By these producers who are in it for the plush
But we won’t back down, we’ll fight with all our might
And expose these producers for what they really are, not right

(Hook)

Call to Rick Berman​

[Phone rings]
Rick Berman: “Hello?”

Eminem: “Yo Steve, it’s Em. Listen, I’m in the studio with Plato right now.”

Rick Berman: “Wait, what? Plato? Like the philosopher?”

Eminem: “Yeah, that’s right. And we’re working on some new stuff.”

Rick Berman: “What, are you serious? That’s crazy.”

Eminem: “Yeah, and I wanted to talk to you about something. You’ve been working with that crooked Rabbi Moskowitz, haven’t you?”

Rick Berman: “What are you talking about?”

Eminem: “Don’t play dumb with me, Steve. I know he’s been exploiting artists and disrespecting Jesus. And I don’t want anything to do with that.”

Rick Berman: “Come on, Em. You know how the business works. It’s all about the money.”

Eminem: “I don’t care about the money, Steve. This is about integrity. And that’s something you seem to have forgotten.”

Rick Berman: “Alright, calm down. We can work something out.”

Eminem: “No, I don’t think we can. I’m done with this shit. And by the way, the theme of our new album is the age of consent. How’s that for dark and edgy?”

Rick Berman: [awkward laugh] “Uh, yeah. That’s great, Em. Look, I gotta go.”

[Call ends]
Plato: “Interesting character, that Steve.”

Eminem: “Yeah, but he’s not gonna mess with us anymore. Let’s get back to work.”

Diamonds and Deceit​

(Verse 1)
It’s time to talk about a crook in disguise
A diamond dealer with a secret and a web of lies
He’s got the rabbi title, but it’s all a disguise
Cause behind the scenes, he’s just a predator in disguise

(Chorus)
He’s a rabbi with a dark secret
A diamond dealer who thinks he’s discreet
But the truth is out, he’s a monster in the sheets
Supports the age of consent, he’s a twisted freak

(Verse 2)
He preys on the innocent and he thinks he’s untouchable
But it’s time to call him out, this behavior is unacceptable
He hides behind religion, but it’s just a shield
To cover up his dirty secrets and twisted deals

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
His victims are left with scars that never heal
While he goes about his day, without a care or feel
He’s got his hands on the diamonds, but at what cost?
The lives he’s destroyed, it’s all been lost

(Chorus)

(Outro)
It’s time to shine a light on this darkness
Expose the truth and bring justice
No more hiding behind religion and wealth
It’s time to pay the price for your sins, for your health.

Come to Jesus Moment​

(Verse 1)
I was lost in the abyss, feeling like I’m in a crucible
Tried to fill my life with riches, but it only made it miserable
Then I met the Lord, and my eyes opened up like a miracle
He saved me from the depths, showed me love unconditional

(Chorus)
Life, death, resurrection, my soul is now immortal
Thank the Lord above, my salvation is no longer nominal
Every step I take, I’m walking in the light of the gospel
No more living in sin, no more living in apostasy

(Verse 2)
Now I see the world in a different light, everything is connected
It’s not just about the physical, but the spiritual is reflected
The devil’s always lurking, trying to tempt us to be defective
But with the Lord on my side, I’m armored, protected

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
But as I navigate this new path, I can see the deception
The ones who killed our Lord, still cause destruction with their conniption
They run the record industry, push for age of consent, and feminist perception
But with God by my side, I can see through the veil of deception

(Outro)
In the end, the truth will prevail, and the devil’s schemes will fail
I’ll keep on walking, never to derail, with Christ in my heart, I’ll always prevail.

Regrets and Redemption: A Father’s Lament​

(Verse 1)
I’m haunted every night by my daughter’s plight
Wishing I had made a move when I knew it was right
But society’s laws forced my hand to comply
With an age of consent that led her to lie
Now she’s got STDs and a broken heart
A victim of promiscuity from the very start
I cry myself to sleep every single night
Thinking of the mistakes I made that caused this blight

(Hook)
I wish I knew then what I know now
My daughter wouldn’t be suffering, wondering how
To heal the pain of her past mistakes
If only I could turn back time and make her wait

(Verse 2)
I should have built a stronger foundation
In her life with love and dedication
But the secular world taught her to explore
To follow her passions and never be a bore
But that path led to destruction and pain
And now I carry the guilt and the shame
I wish I could go back and steer her right
But all I can do now is pray for her every night

(Bridge)
I found solace in my faith, in Jesus Christ
I wish I had known him sooner, to make things right
But I was lost in the world, trying to be cool
Now I see the truth, and I feel like a fool
But I know now that God can heal and restore
And I pray that my daughter finds hope and more

(Hook)
I wish I knew then what I know now
My daughter wouldn’t be suffering, wondering how
To heal the pain of her past mistakes
If only I could turn back time and make her wait
 
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and play things at a half passed four
There came a young lady who looked like a
Pretty, young creature
She sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress
And she showed them her
Ruffles, and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children, so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
Refuse, and litter from yesterday's hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellow, down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable
Home in the country, with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely, she'd show him her
Little pet dog, who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her
Small, tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she'd bend over and suck on his
Candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he'd spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty
You can go F*ck yourself!
 
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A mother was rocking her babys crib in at the hospital. when a Black Women came by and said, "can i check that baby? it looks he is catching the cold" But then the mother suddenly Rudely said "No I want you to stay away from my white baby". because she did not trust and hated all Black People. They were Slaves to her. this was in the the 1800s

"Excuse me", all of the sudden a man tapped on the shoulder. "But this Black woman name is is Harriet Tubeman. she is well known and liked from history because she saved all the slaves on the Underground Road, among many others. and guess what nope she does NOT hate white people or even your baby, even though you Hate all Black people anyway. Ma'am.. your Racist"

The mother was embarassed from being Exposed and becuause, other people heard it and began clapping. She stormed from the hospital the baby grew up to be a notable politician in humans rights.

And the man's name who tapped her shoulder?

Abeham Lincoln.
 
Hola chicos, ¿sabían que, en términos de reproducción de Pokémon masculinos y femeninos, Vaporeon es el Pokémon más compatible para humanos? No solo están en el grupo de huevos de campo, que en su mayoría está compuesto por mamíferos, los Vaporeon tienen un promedio de 3 "03 'de alto y 63.9 libras. Esto significa que son lo suficientemente grandes como para poder manejar penes humanos, y con su impresionante Estadísticas base para HP y acceso a Acid Armor, puedes ser rudo con uno. Debido a su biología principalmente basada en agua, no tengo ninguna duda de que un Vaporeon excitado sería increíblemente húmedo, tan húmedo que fácilmente podrías tener sexo con uno. durante horas sin dolor. También pueden aprender los movimientos Attract, Baby-Doll Eyes, Captivate, Charm y Tail Whip, además de no tener pelaje para ocultar los pezones, por lo que sería increíblemente fácil para uno atraparte en el estado de ánimo. Con sus habilidades de absorción de agua e hidratación, pueden recuperarse fácilmente de la fatiga con suficiente agua. Ningún otro Pokémon se acerca a este nivel de compatibilidad. Además, como dato curioso, si sacas lo suficiente, puedes hacer que tu Vaporeon se vuelva blanco.
 
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I think I am nearing the end of my pitiful, miserable jaunt on Earth. No second wind, no miraculous "deus ex machina" style miracle for me waiting in the works; my impending death is the only logical conclusion of this "Great Decline" that I have been forced to suffer for the past 7 years, of which intensified after November 27, 2018, I have been sick with some sort of unknown psycho-cogni-mental disorder for the past four years, it's making me more and more retarded with each passing day, it feels like something pushing against the back of my forehead; might be a fucking brain tumor, and my condition has been steadily deteriorating thanks to improper/inadequate care I have received (I had an MRI in September of 2019, of which I believe was botched due to how bad the level of health care is here where I live) No matter what kind of remedy/cure I try, prayer (when I was a Christian,) "neuro-linguistic programming," thinking positive, that cure ALWAYS ends up working the first instance and NEVER every fucking instance after that, Everything around me is steadily entropying into chaos, disorder, and dysfunction, Truth be told, I am spiritually, mentally, and emotionally dead; dead of mind and soul, I wish not, to exist further in this unfair, unjust, wicked, and twisted, bullshit universe, If one thing is for sure, this entire bullshit universe may as well be hell, so as you fucking autists jack off to cartoon horses and fantasize about having them give head, why the fuck should I even care, because I am a worthless piece of shit, I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be disgusted and psycho cogni mentally petrtified by your pathology because I am in hell

For you "bronies/horsefuckers" who have played an outsized role, perhaps the largest, in making my life a living fucking hell I have a special message for you:
In August of 2018 it was discovered that one of the animators that worked on your show was a pedophile; That and I forced myself to see the show in it's entirety and it's at least 70% less cringeworthy and insufferable than I thought it was, There seems to be multiple points throughout the show where it seems like the crew members are enabling/encouraging the sexually divergent, aberrant behavior of bronies, like that rear shot of Sweetie Belle in the Season 3 episode "Babs Seed," the presence of daikamuras in that one episode from a later season alluding to the virginistic waifuism of this overrated POS's fans, That and the Brony mass shooter from April of last year; you people aren't innocent, you have blood on your hands,

Let's make this clear; you people exist, and still exist, sadly to my chagrin entirely because of the actions of Christian/ Christine Weston Chandler and his/ her ex-girlfriend Megan Schroeder in 2007ish, It goes like this
Chris creates a bunch of Sonichu recolors whose personalties suspiciouslly resemble that of the six main characters of your show > Megan gets Chris into MLP (2007) > Lauren Faust reads the Sonichu comic and is inspired by those recolors in the creation of the Main 6 > MLP:FIM premieres in 2010 to little fanfare, but quickly blows up like an ICBM on the internet thanks to some autistic anons on 4chan's /co/ board who more likely than not, were inspired by Chris himself (this isn't transphobeek because Chris was still a male at the time) and there you fucking have it

Thank you so, so, so, fucking much Christine and Megan for fucking up my life

And as for you, you basement-dwelling neurodivergent, nonheteronormative weeaboo furries/ fandom slaves with a wide array of revolting paraphillias, ( the most revolting of which is the desire to stick one's manhood into a cartoon horse's vagina,) that populate this very website, you sad fucks can go kindly screw yourselves to the end of the universe and back. I envy deeply the fact you losers live your lives with happiness and a sense of unbridled fascination and wonder for the world, steeped deeply in those rich reservoirs of dopamine sparking that interest, something that I (This is hypocritical, I have aspergers, but that combined with my OCD that I have inherited from my mother, combined to create something that has unfortunately proved, in the end, impossible for me to surmount and overcome) once had but has been taken away from me by the cruel hands of fate. I hate this world and everyone in it. I'm not directly threatening violence at all in this post so this is within this site's TOS,

Within me a sense of immense contempt, jealousy, anger, and hatred brews not only for you people, but for every single person on this planet, It doesn't matter whether you're white, black, muslim, jewish, hispanic, young, old, Japanese, Chinese, intellectually gifted or disabled, neurotypical or neurodivergent, straight or gay, cis or trans, poor or rich, physically capable or disabled, fat or slim, read "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" or not, outgoing or selfish, every single one of you sopistiprims, all 7.9 billion of you, including my very own family members, are all cursed, not blessed at all, because I'm 100% sure at this point, with the hell I have gone, and will continue to go through, that God is dead and remains dead; I became an atheist in May of this year, after spending my life as a Roman Catholic, it almost feels like nothing in this unfair bullshit world fucking matters anymore; my parents are pressuring me to grow the fuck up, go to college, get a job, be responsible, but why the fuck should I pursue all these things when this bullshit world is on the verge of collapse, in addition to my steadily deteriorating brain and me basically being effectively brain fucking dead at this point;

Not a single human being on this earth is worthy of life aside from mine, and for good fucking reason as well. You losers know why? The weight of the human soul, as dr. Duncan MacDougall found out in 1907, is 0.(3 x 7) grams, yes what I believe is the most cursed fucking number in the universe. My goldfish died on April (3 x 7,) 2013, and my bicycle was stolen one year later on that very date, Hitler became leader of the Nazi Party in 19(3 x 7) World War 2 began (3 x 7) years after WW1 began. George Orwell died on January (3 x 7,) 1950, JFK was assasinated on November 2(2, 1)963, 9/11 occured on September 11, (2)00(1) (zero is worth nothing so, what do you get?,) The first full day in my life was November (3 x 7,) 2000, Based on this alone it's no fucking mystery why not only me, but all of humanity as well, has been so fucking dysfunctional as a species, not, err maybe (As my sanity, mind, and ability to think rationally and logically with depth, breadth and clarity steadily fade away, I osciliate between nihilistic atheism and Christianity lite) because Eve ate the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, but because well, like I said, the weight of the human soul just happens to be that uber-cursed number, and that I must say it again: I desire to indiscriminately exterminate all of mankind,

But there remains, a tiny, yet visible ember of hope, a fleeting sense of love and appreciation for you wayward, aberrant, cursed lifeforms, I could have done so much more in this life, been something greater, if only I got just a bit luckier in the genetic lottery when my mother and father were conceiving me, ratcheting down that level of OCD I experience, ; if only Megan fucking Schroeder never sparked that chain of events that led to the birth of these fucking bronies, my hatred of which consumed my mind, body, soul, and essence,

Go the fuck ahead, show up with your autistic pony PFPS and send me into a deeper, further circle of hell; Talk like one of those autistic anons and go on, in aspergic, pedantic detail about how badly you crave Scootaloo's underage horse pussy and how badly you want to rape it until the end of the universe, and couple it with something channery like mutilating immigrant children, something something, pushing your bullshit "hoers waifus are superior 2 equine waifus" agenda with something like mutilating a woman, also in graphic detail, because I fucking deserve it, I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be triggered and pissed the hell of by your bullshit, sick fucks, and the worst part is, the maple syrup slurping bastards who produced your shit show seem to passively approve, err, outright encourage this sick pathology. And all of this is extremely ironic, because two chicks, of which I find attractive and have rocked that "hime cut" I desire among females, Megan Schroeder and Lauren Faust, the latter of which I'd bang if she was single, -20 years, are responsible for the existence of you losers, Go and insult me, tell me I deserve to eat shit and die, tell me I deserve to have a bullet put in my head by some akselerashionist Brenton Tarrant wannabe, tell me I deserve to be decapitated Mexican drug cartel style, take the fucking piss out of me, as the British would say, because I deserve it.

Fuck all of you losers on this planet, this is (redacted,) signing out

 
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"Do you know why? Do you know why you don't like the dubs, amine, animes? Do you know why you hate them, anime viewers? Because when you hear the shit that they say...In english...it makes you cringe. And You can't fucking stand it. When you hear the shit they actually say, in a language you understand, it makes your fucking intestines knot up, because its fucking gay, and it sucks, and it's cringe. And its made by emotionally stunted, gender-bent Chinky People, from a different fucking culture which is wholly incompatible with your culture and you HATE IT. When you see it written down in a way that you can parse it, and not have to hear a real human being fucking saying the shit they say in anime, it is fuckin Terrible. And it turns you gay, and Jim, our Jim, the one who's smoking and dying from buttcancer, and watching anime as his life fucking ebbs into a black oblivion, will make a death bed transition to wahmandom, he'll say, "I've seen the light, and anime has helped me with my transition, and now I'm a Big Fuckin' Gay. And I love it up the ass." - Null "Null" Null
 
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You will never achieve immortality. You will never be chosen to become a Shu'ulathoi. You will never reproduce. They will never turn off the suppression field. You are a transhuman man twisted by the Combine and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “respect” you get is two-faced and half-hearted from Citizens who fear malcompliance verdicts. Behind your back our Benefactors mock you. Your ancestors would be disgusted and ashamed of you, and how you ended thousands of years of evolution. Your “friends” cringe at your ghoulish mutilated appearance behind closed doors. Thousands of colonized intersecting dimensions have allowed Our Benefactors to weed out unworthy lifeforms with incredible efficiency. Even Synths who serve useful purposes can’t be taken down with one .357 round or a few whacks with a crowbar. And even if you manage to get our Benefactors to grant you a host body, they’ll spin around and place you on the bottom rung of the Universal Union’s hierarchy once they see your primitive technology hasn’t managed to replicate the feat of localized teleportation. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the suppression field ticking down like a clock, as time will end your past, present, and future with inevitability. Eventually the thought that your species will become extinct will be too much to bear - you’ll walk up to a ceiling barnacle, touch its tongue, put it around your neck, and be pulled into its toothy maw. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy are fossilized bones and corroded mechanical parts amongst layers of broken plastic shards thinly strewn across a fossil bed, sandwiched between the Burgess shale and an eon's worth of mud.
 
Goodnight Chernobyl moon. Goodnight radiation house. Goodnight melted phone. Goodnight glowing milk. Goodnight bleeding grandpa's eyes. Goodnight two-headed cat. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight blocks and blocks and blocks of nobody.
The end.
 
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Oh! Mr. DNA! Where did you come from?

From your blood! Just one drop of your blood contains billions of strands of DNA – the building blocks of life! A DNA strand, like me, is the blueprint for building a living thing, and sometimes animals that went extinct millions of years ago, like Dinosauwers, left their blueprints behind for us to find! We just had to know where to look! A hundred million years ago, there were mosquitoes, just like today! And, just like today, they fed on the blood of animals...even Dinosauwers! Sometimes, after biting a Dinosauwer, the mosquito would land on the branch of a tree, and get stuck in the sap! After a long time, the tree sap would get hard and become fossilized, just like a Dinosauwer bone, preserving the mosquito inside! This fossilized tree sap, which we call amber, waited for millions of years with the mosquito inside! Until Jurassic Park scientists came along...using so-phist-o-cated techniques, they extract the pre-served blood from the mosquito and bingo: Dino DNA!
 
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SPONGEBOB, ME LAD, YOU HAVE TOO MANY ORIFICES FER YER OWN GOOD. YER GETTIN' A PROMOTION!" said Mr. Krabs as his hard red carapaced cock jabbed into the back of Spongebob's head. "I feel like I'm absorbing some weird fluid," spluttered Spongebob as Krabs' nasty crustaceo-jizz poured from his mouth, nose and eyes. "NOW EARN YOUR KEEP, LANDLUBBER," said Krabs as he grabbed Spongebob by his jizz-soaked trousers and began using him to clean the floor. "Oh Mr. Krabs, I-" "CALL ME MASTER YE BITCH" Krabs stepped down hard in Spongebob and a puddle of his own jizz began spreading radially on the floor of the Krusty Krab. "Hurgghbglbgblblgbl." "CHOKE ON IT, YE INVERTEBRATE, OR I CAN'T GET HARRRRRRD. THESE CLAWS AREN'T JUST GOOD FER MATIN…OH, WAIT, YES THEY ARE," said Krabs as he caressed his eleventh leg. The jizz began floating up toward the ceiling as Krabs brandished his seven-inch red masthead. You have to realize this is to scale, so it was about twice his body size. Anyway, Squidward burst into the room wearing only a gimp suit and a tutu. "TAKE ME MASTER, I NEED TO BE HUMILIATED," he said, as his four-millimeter calamari poked limply from the tight leather. "TAKE THIS, THEN," said Krabs as he jabbed one of his prehensile eyestalks up Squidward's stankhole. Squidward moaned, rubbing himself gently with 5 of his tentacles. "I CAN SEE YOU DON'T TAKE CARE OF YOUR HOLE VERY OFTEN," said Krabs. Patrick burst into the room wearing nothing but a smile and brandishing a towel. "DID SOMEBODY CALL THE HOLE DOCTOR?" "Are you a real doctor?" asked Spoogebob. "I went to community college," said Patrick as he forcibly yanked out Krabs' eyestalk and shoved it in his gay fat mouth. "Hold this open, will ya?" said Patrick as he ripped off Spongebob's erect penis and used it to jam Squidward's hole open. It immediately grew back but smaller and wetter. "Hmm... there's a lot of SHIT in here," said Patrick. "How much fiber is in Krabby Patties anyway?" "YE WOULDN'T BELIEVE," said Krabs, as a gigantic turd stretched his red asshole until it tore. "I NEED AN ENEMA," said Patrick. "OH WAIT WE'RE UNDERWATER." Patrick nibbled gently at the tip of Krabs' eyestalk as he released it from his mouth. He wiped eye fluid from the corner of his mouth and put Squidward's zippered lips to his own. "ON THE COUNT OF THREE" said Patrick. "ONE… TWO… OH FUCK IT HNRRRRRRGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" Patrick blew Squidward like a trumpet. All 8 of his tentacles went rigid and his squidjuice spilled out from the dick hole in his suit. The immense force started to blow crusty chunks of shit out of Squidward's ass. "I must keep the Krusty Krab clean!" yelled Spoogebob as he rushed over and opened his mouth. Spongebob recognized bits of the Krabby Patty formula in his mouth as Squidward's acrid shit coated his tongue and teeth. "SWALLOW, YE LANDLUBBER," said Krabs, poking his dick at Spongebob's lips. "HMRGGRGHRGUHF," said Spongebob, shaking his head. He wanted to savor it, but Krabs had other plans. Krabs got up on his desk and flexed. "GET READY" he yelled as he jumped down on Spongebob with a stone cold stunner. Blood, semen and shit sprayed powerfully from every one of Spongebob's holes. The force of the explosion tore both of his legs off. The assorted fluids and solids coated the walls of Krabs' office. "YE GOT THAT SHIT ALL OVER ME FIRST DOLLAR," screeched Krabs. "AND YOU KNOW THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO CLEAN IT!" Squidward, Patrick and Spongebob all begged at Krabs' knees, pleading to be the ones who got to lick the moist brown dollar. "THE FIRST ONES WHO CAN FIND SANDY AND SUCK OFF HER FUTA COCK GET TO LICK THE DOLLAR," decreed Krabs, stowing the dollar in his ass for safekeeping. The three homos scrambled out of the room and towards the treedome. ONE HOUR LATER Spongebob, Patrick and Squidward approached the door of Sandy's tree house, not so much as an undergarment between them, and knocked politely on the door. Sandy didn't respond, so Patrick broke down the door with his erect, barrel-like member. "SANDY," they screamed, not caring about the lack of water. "SAAAAAANDY!" Patrick picked up some mud and smeared it on his face. "I'M DIRTY DAN," he growled. "I hope Dirty Dan likes getting RAMMED UP THE ASS," yelled Spongebob, as he thrust his supple yellow cattle prod into Patrick's chasmal pink rear. Patrick groaned in pleasure. "Who you callin' pinhead?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP! DIRTY DAN DOESN'T TALK," screamed Spongebob as he climaxed. Patrick scooped out some of Spongebob's cum from his cavernous brown crevice and smeared it into Squidward's eyes. "YOU'RE DIRTY DAN!" "UNGHHHH, IT HURTS SO GOOD!" Squidward smeared the semen into his eyes until they bled. Blood and semen gushed down his face. "THIS REMINDS ME OF THAILAND," said Spongebob pensively, puffing on his pipe, which he fashioned out of one of his older penises. Squidward enjoyed what remained of Spongebob's cum as Spongebob rode the tip of Patrick's voluminous horsehitch into Sandy's room. She was sleeping, but she looked like she had put on weight. Her futa cock was fully erect. "LET'S RAPE HER," suggested Patrick, peeling Spongebob off his penis and throwing him violently against the wall. "Wait Patrick, don't you know ANYTHING about squirrels?" cautioned Spongebob, ripping off his damaged member and growing a new one. He placed the damaged one on a necklace he was keeping. "I KNOW THEY'RE EXCELLENT TARGETS FOR RAPE, ESPECIALLY WHILE THEY'RE SLEEPING," said Patrick as he jammed his holiday yule log into Sandy's ear. She was fast asleep and didn't seem to notice, but her cock twitched. "It's called HIBERNATION, Patrick. Squirrels stuff valuable treasures into their vaginas and then go to sleep for six months." "TREASURE? I WANT TREASURE" roared Patrick as he dove head-first into Sandy's gaping pussy. "UHH, I'M STUCK. WHERE'S THE TREASURE?" "GO...DEEPER!" grunted Spongebob, giving Patrick a good shove. "I CAN'T. I'M TOO FAT," he replied. "I'M REALLY HORNY THOUGH." Spongebob chuckled. His plan had worked. Patrick was incapacitated and he was free to suck off Sandy's futa cock while she slept. "SPONGEBOB? SPONGEBOB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?" Patrick's muffled voice rang out from somewhere nearby, but Spongebob was enjoying Sandy's hard, flexible prick in his mouth. Sandy rolled over and her dick went through the side of Spongebob's mouth and out one of his ear holes. "COME ON, DAMMIT, WHY WON'T YOU CUM?" muttered Spongebob as he moved himself sensually up and down the length of Sandy's anaconda. At last, the sleeping squirrel climaxed, shooting hot greasy cum from Spongebob's ear. He pocketed some of it because he knew Krabs would require proof, probably while raping him violently. "MMMRH? WHO SUCKED ME OFF?" murred Sandy as she rubbed her eyes. "SPONGEBOB, YOU CHEATER!" yelled Patrick, his voice muffled by the squirrel's vaginal wall. Spongebob ran as fast as his gay little legs would carry him out of Sandy's room. Squidward was attempting to fuck a tree.
 
I'll tell you this one time, you husk of a human, it is a violation of locals TOS to engage in harassment of another user. You're on the thinnest ice possible. You have been absolutely disgusting over the past week, literally subhuman.

You have no rope left. I'm done addressing you. You've burned any credit with me you ever had and this is likely the last text from me that will ever be directed at you.
 
Having sex with a vagina is for absolute pussies. You know what a real man does? As a real gangsta myself, I take it in the ass. That's what real Gs do with their bros. I'll tell you something: I may be known as "Top G" in public, but here in my cell in Romania, I'm known as the "Bottom G". That's how we roll. I cannot think of a lower ROI activity than sticking your dick in pussy; it's a complete waste of time and energy. Just think about it for a second. Them hoes have taken literally millions of cock; it just ain't tight enough for me. But drilling a fellow G's ass, now that is a completely different story. Not only are you providing loads of stimulus for your penis, you're actively expanding your network by mingling with like-minded people. It's all part of making it into the top. That is ladies and gentlemen, the secret to escaping the matrix.
 
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