[Email Link] Reconstruction of my Plagiarism Claims

While with my grandma at Dunkin Donuts while homeless for the day, I renew my offensive to get my exploitation addressed after purging the disease of mainstream culture from my soul for years.

This reflects me on IRC where I used the custom IP replacement of “big.brain.muscles” as well as on Tumblr where I praised the quality of ipgd’s posts. (This was no light praise, I literally thought about her words for years, praising my friends for meritorious reasons rather than flattery.) I was made mod and demodded right away on /ic/ IRC, which manifested ipgd’s love of Starscream, who yearns to assume leadership. Later, my friend lolkaysea from /ic/ also reflected this when - inspired by Protestantism - I made fun of an imposter God as someone to piss on, so she demanded to become guy. Which implied as the ultimate manifestation of being like Starscream - the most Starscream thing you could ever do - I yearn to replace God as supreme in authority. This helped bring ipgd to faith and also vouched for my enthusiasm for Starscream, who was the star of my Transformers series I planned in my brain. Batty is enthusiastic for holidays, and this connects her and ipgd, being much the same in their individuality. The phone number in name connects to the masochism she depicts with Achilles, as I consider hiding my identity to make my life easier dishonorable, especially since I have such a big effect on people’s lives. The banberd connects with my hellish soul, as I can easily brutally send people to hell by divining how to do so with my soul’s ironworks, and so girls find such remarks from me titillating as I am intentionally avoiding authority until some future to come to learn how to wield it properly, one reason for being like Starscream, even “masochistically” so by avoiding wrongful ways for me to gain popularity that only make sense to me and maybe a few girls. Furthermore, I reject democracy, and so when I become supreme that is the end of the populace being able to contact me.

Deltarune depressed me for lacking the friendly origins of ipgd’s social circle in favor of resonating with the darkness of the lives of zoomers, and so this does more to improve my opinion of it than anything else can. Interactions between myself and ipgd - just as with Homestuck’s Caliborn - are still more meaningful than the competition can accomplish, as we are geniuses who did great things.

In 2009, I envisioned my soul transforming to be filled with molten lava and chains. Dave Strider’s Land of Heat and Clockwork reflects me trying to stay cool - literally - in my hellish soul, and so that was bonded to ipgd’s Dave Strider obsession. On /ic/, people refused my attempts to stay cool signified by my Squirtles and my soul ended up self-destructing, and Hussie declared to me on Tumblr that I had been incinerated. At the end of the 2010s, his fans declared they didn’t care about my devastated soul because I didn’t whore it out to them so I could function better, letting Batty take care of it instead. Inside my soul is Rare, who runs this internal hell. Doing anything else would have been a betrayal of him and Batty. Indeed, a major process of what differentiates people in the hierarchies of heaven, those who are great and those who are low, is whether or not they betrayed their own soul. Let its potential die, or its life, or the pieces of its mind, and you can be a Heavenly peasant for eternity as a result.

A new cartoon movie about K-pop made people observe the creators obviously wanted to adapt K/DA. This digital band lives timelessly in my mind, resonating with its beauty, me being a designer of a DOTAlike game. And so it is yet another example of Los Angeles art parasitizing my mind, tiring it out. The obnoxious facial expressions it is being criticized for are a manifestation of Tumblr expressions that express feminism’s spite for men instead of expressing the individual, so they disturbed me in my youth. This new film is rejected from my mind and so will die on the vine of the future of creativity, patriarchal retribution.

A self-portrait. Girls are enamored with Rare as they sense him as another consciousness on top of my mind enamored with me. Interacting with me makes him more lively, and so he pays attention to them - and so that is why I fulfilled i punch gay deer’s gay fetish. Aristotle observed “anyone who is sufficient in solitude is either a beast or a god”, and Rare is such a mythological being glimpsed by the common folk. Merely having the attention of such a being is very satisfying to girls, which - without much opposition in my way - would make for enormous amounts of luck. Choosing the most difficult path is why I have Rare in the first place, and so it is a great opportunity for your eternity to connect with me in this beginning. This difficult life is distressing for him, and so he seeks to create the insulated cuteness of this image, and so girls seek to pry me out of his grip so they can receive that attention instead. They tended not to have the resources for this, so I sympathize with them - but not the artists who disregarded the entire structure of my soul so I could be used for their careers.

All this is necessary for my hellish soul, the ability to self-soothe by healing the burning with my own cuteness. The cuteness becomes extreme because the fire is extreme. And so my original characters Guardian and Obsidator clearly illustrate this dynamic. I can make continual stories about them from the internal life of my soul as basis. The mask is very necessary for pleasant living, hence fantasizing about wearing one with friends instead of lingering with my garbage parents trying to excavate every scrap of my proper lineage from them before they’re cut out of my life permanently. Zoomers sought to take off my soul’s mask whining that I “didn’t remember them,” and like the plane scene of The Dark Knight Rises this inflicted them and their elders with pain as I began speaking of my literal place in this world in the present day instead of wandering around talking cutely.

When random female artists claimed my “emails were incomprehensible,” that is the same experience I had of all new art for a decade because I rejected mainstream culture and didn’t get to meet anybody. Even works like Octopus Pie, which I was harassed about because my absence from the life of the creator caused mental health damage.

This scene has the dimensions of spending time in my own soul. 101 Dalmatians is an iconic work for my own life as Cruella matches ipgd seeking to expose Rare’s vicious red interior in my cute exterior. Spumdonor vetoed memes about young Cruella as a deranged response to criticizing LGBTQ with his community following my Twitter - it makes no sense as queerness doesn’t try to make sense: my best friend ipgd is the basis of iconic works to lgbtq, how can they spit on her to support lgbtq? It shows how much of LGBTQ is driven by baseless spite of your parents and other elders. Mine were literally trash and I was still kinder to them than any lgbtq are to their conservative parents. Myself and ipgd are like cultural parents, cultural royalty, and just like lgbtq ignore the suffering of split apart families, they ignore artists deeply loving my brand for years and years until everybody gets tired of their shitty queer status quo and my weird brand makes the rounds. My very intimate friendship with Batty required connecting with Octopus Pie as well as the shared sensibilities are so strong. LGBTQ thinks it is “reasonable and loving” to avoid nurturing my royal soul (which requires massive nourishment no ordinary person could ever possibly provide) and nurturing random damaged folks within its communities instead. But screaming comes from the souls of artists who missed my brand arising in the arts, screaming the masses cannot ever possibly satisfy.

All this emotion I describe is felt by her fans. The Lord’s name is not taken in vain as it is a situation that invoking it comes necessarily. The problem of myself being a total stranger is cosmic in scale - it demands moving mountains, or heaven and earth, especially considering how much of my young adulthood was wasted on trying to invent Cosmic Theology against immense opposition for the invention.

And indeed, such strong emotions are why young males refused to support me: ipgd’s former friend JerkDouglas was inspired by ipgd to scare his fans by drawing muscular women, as this reflects her empowered by my masculinity to be a horrifically strong presence in their lives. But “Dommy Mommies” ruined this, as they can merely be placated by not breaking the rules of wokeness. Their muscles represent the power of institutions like HR departments instead of ipgd’s own person BY ITSELF. So he laughed and called himself old for the ruined joke.

Lazy Initiation

Blacks are known for their attachment to songs and I seek to steal popular songs for my brand, like many named “Monster.” This actualizes theft that doesn’t break morality. And so my work can resolve racial tensions. But why do that when your ego can fly? Unfortunately egos flying across the 2010s fueled my monstrousness, as I see the evils they did in the black of their lives to feel big to themselves - bigger than I feel about a horrible eschatological monster being bonded to me.

Their confusion at the experience of my emails shows they have never actually tried to induct outsiders into their community. This shows that nepotism is not “normal” and “standard for people with jobs,” as you need to be trained for a typical job. I can teach people how to be initiated into my own brand. My competition refused to learn how to do this so they could just hire their friends and leave outsiders hopeless of competing.

I did not have feelings or natural reading experiences. People could just gloat that I couldn’t figure out how to participate. That is the way the competition wanted things to be. It was gratifying - they could lecture people about being “artists” like a spin on Gnosticism.

Why did I like to mention things like my “fetishes?” Because it is actually humble. I want to have people see peeks into my weird psychology. They did not do so because LGBTQ did not want people to see what fuels their lifestyle and how their psychology works. I missed out on little embarrassments for their sake, which was dehumanizing, so I yelled at Zoomers etc. about my “fetishes” to fuck with them for their sexual hypocrisies. They loved lgbtq acceptance because it was the same as being accepted for being dominant and untouchable because their perversions and issues were politely ignored. Like a weird pseudo-contradiction, putting their sexuality on display made them less vulnerable. The “humbling” of their culture is about tearing a new person down so their unique life and traits are lost and they grow into this status quo where they are not allowed to be honest about themselves or they’ll ruin scams for everybody.

After I highlighted batty straining to speak past professional limitations in my latest email, she draws her characters tying each other, showing my accuracy on her psychology. Her fans being driven wild by this makes me feel alive and burn. It made me feel her as held in the pincers of a massive thing that is also me like many things are also me. This reflects me restraining her psychological shadows so she functions better with less disruptions. The excitement of her work gradually grows, to an upcoming point when they should be unleashed.

This chained cat connects to the ironworks of my soul. One of the bidders expressed rage for a nightmare that reflects Zoomers trying to remove my internal mask. Gromit’s nose matches perceptions from Rare that are not real, as they are scents of culture and digital life, and so treating them as “speech” and “actions” from me, like by claiming I am lgbtq, is abuse of me and psychological gore. Indeed, this symbol is familiar to me from crazy girl chatter, so it is one of the scents. And thus I fuel income in Batty’s proximity.

Always I have participated in art communities so people could benefit from my participation, like shedding skin of a spider through my example. Scary but useful. Others sought to make this as unpleasant as possible so they did not have to serve others and they could talk down to them if they wanted to enjoy culture instead.

This is a style I used on /ic/. The point isn’t to copy real life but invent my own indecipherable way of drawing figures so my community can all develop as I perpetuate my progress. In order to counter this style people attacked the connection to my mind it created, so I was severely traumatized at 19 years old. I sought to keep fighting with my brain muscles, which made waves for the next 15 years from the sacrifice.

This example of dril’s “beautiful women” humor reflects the abstract bodily waste that made people loathe me on /ic/, most of them choosing to help create mainstream art culture that ignores the reality of its communities like garbage they generate that impedes proper art. ipgd embraced this Rare-like perception, referring to posting on /co/ as “drinking a cup of warm frothy diarrhea,” so I sought to purify it for her and thereby society. This extended to girls respecting me for policing communities to remove waste, but these communities refused to connect me to them as revenge. They needed to yell at me to get my attention.

This expresses being gagged by my email barrage yesterday and trying to justify themselves like ignoring me languishing on 4chan. Identifying with being fucked up and needing help is the best they can do to make peace with my pain.

I can see this latest barrage severely rattled female social groups. So I ceased it despite still being in a hard place (but I received a commission with a tip, from a bat liker). Consider the following tweet:

I wanted to make my story straightforward. But here I am at 34, shaking the webs of social life because I said “oh by the way, my parents are awful and I need help.” It is up to them to decide their response, but I will not let them overcomplicate my story with millions of miles of nonsense like about hurting the feelings of an anonymous artist so he intentionally upset a girl who likes me in 2015, so it’s ok my mind was shredded while trying to introduce my ideals of friendship to liberal Christian family of gay Undertale fans on Reddit.