[Email] On May 22-25’s Email Barrage

I make another MGS-like speech to my enemies involving discussion of an economy of intentionally creating mental issues for outcasts, the eschatological future of LGBTQ, and Bob Clampett’s great works

Hello. I’m sending this barrage because I’m out of money for a hotel for me and my grandma. (If it was just me I’d probably hit the street again.) My dad brought her here in a breaking down car and moaned about how “awful” it was to waste both of their money in the process instead of just taking responsibility and having the sense to recommend a bus or plane ticket instead. He’s also staying with my mom in my sister’s house, and my mom goes without paying her, as she threatens to take my sister off her insurance.

These awful parents have gone ignored by your community as they mean John Kricfalusi has a legitimate interest in neglected children. This would ruin your professional narrative, so I was sacrificed on the altar. My best friend, Kayleigh Campbell, also has an interest in neglected children. In 2013 regular tweets about “being a pedophile” were very soothing. (despite being older than her. I have a unique life and soul.)

In 2012, some maniac spammed my Tumblr harassing me to “talk about /co/“ as I connected with the cartoon creators Rebecca Sugar, Dana Terrace, Ian JQ there, among many others, and our creativity is thus intertwined. For example, a common /co/ meme was “giant robot hands,” and one of my major villains is a dinosaur with giant robot arms. He wanted to talk about “issues” I didn’t have because of Kayleigh Campbell, also known as i punch gay deer, second-most important artist for the direction of Homestuck, personal friends with team members like the ones making Homestuck 2. My life was blissful, I had no mental health problems.

That was the problem itself: your community and similar art communities seek to create an ecosystem of mental health so only artists with your approval are healthy. I like to imagine myself as a Metal Gear mech and your lgbtq-brained youth lashed out at me for that. If I was dumber, I would have ignored this and let these youths violate and break my psychology for queer pleasure and joy (doesn’t matter if they’re queer themselves, as lgbtq-brains interconnect with those who are to fuel their pleasure)

My best friend ipgd is preordained by God to support my unique soul, and thus her love of Metal Gear, Transformers, and many other things is perfectly matched to my own happiness. I didn’t need an art career. I needed your people to fuck off in 2013, when I was helping to make the biggest comic or cartoon by the way. Like a wife, as her interest in crossdressing serves an actual purpose besides getting off (which she did very rarely at the time.) My brain is immense and my soul has various parts to serve as basis of characters. The Homestuck villain Caliborn, in his skeletalness, physically matches my spiritual existence in that time: no pleasure, no “flesh,” as I had reconstructed my own soul, and thus it lost its history and sensation. I excised my trashy parents from it, and they spent years raging and lashing out at me as they sensed I was in close proximity to riches, as Toby Fox had been and found. I preferred the riches of being extremely influential, and so I for years watched 4chan Homestuck anons talk about ipgd being a secret real life villain. Her brain is ordered by my own, my brain is enhappified by hers, I was a ghost driving many many things through her.

I stalled out as my soul was not progressing a normal life. No creativity, hell I even struggled to change what I did every day. Your art communities benefited from ipgd instead of me. It’s a sacrifice the Bible expects, sowing my many talents for a return.

Now for past years I have been supporting the independence of the storyboarder Batty. Like ipgd, I believe she is perfectly matched to be my friend, providing proper balance and counterforces to be more functional, specializing across another swathe of my person that is generally naturalistic. The video game Undertale in fact illustrates that batty and ipgd belong together as the characters ipgd drew illustrate, and so Undertale sabotages lesbianism through her creativity and sense of the future I bragged about having, where Batty comes along and bases characters on myself and her. As ipgd enjoyed very meaningful female friendships under my influence in 2013, after identifying as male amongst male gamers years earlier, so she preferred that before Undertale was made. Batty having been a spiritual presence in my spiritual visions of the near future, too, for inspiration.

In 2015, there was much discourse about what was “sinful about lgbtq.” Trying to split hairs. What was sinful was crashing my enjoyment of pressing girls together for relational-artistic magic out of jealousy. Fuck them. There is no sympathy when I am a special type of human who anticipates the future (why you might even claim I approach being a prophet, which would be very nice. I have given a lot of expectations in my articles to see if that’s true)

One of the scams from the Christians who support lgbtq was “wait until you see God and he comes on the side of lgbtq.” LGBTQ culture is made largely from my spiritual DNA. Homestuck, Undertale, directly from my best friend, Steven Universe, Owl House, Hazbin Hotel, works that don’t function properly without me. I saw the aesthetic, themes, humor, and even direction of Hazbin Hotel from spiritual visions… but in a more advanced form. So I don’t like to watch it. Might create a Metal Gear Solid 3 time paradox.

The future of lgbtq is already contained within my own mind. There shall be no surprise. Queers parasitize paranormal things, gays parasitize my advancement for friendship, lesbians parasitize my advancements for social and personal life between females as between ipgd and Batty. Transgenders flourish from the confusion of what makes a person actually a person - an individual. The attitude of Zoomers about how my perceptions of art differ from theirs is exactly the same as their attitude about gender, and they babble about trans in favor of addressing their own inadequacies of understanding creativity and supporting artists - all artists, not just the ones with the favor of the in-group.

My mom just refused to help, lost in a psychosis about things like hating her own mother. I do not care if your people came to /co/ and made corny jokes at me. Fuck ‘em all if they can’t get their priorities straight, which include shutting the fuck up about your god damn career when you’re incapable of the slightest charity.

Oh yes and Marxists also parasitize the space of developing how to acquire things without money, which is worthless in heaven. I did not want to ask ipgd for money as that would be improper, despite the toxic cloud of feminists in my life refusing to do the same on the other end. And now Batty has become primarily responsible for me being able to function in real life and in my creativity. All of the comments from your young males about the state of my art since 2014 were revolting gooning about tearing down a male on a stratospherically higher level. That stratosphere is now easy to see.

So in line at DSS I say it a bit more clearly: as a John K student I was developing a system of rescuing youths in bad situations instead of a cartoony cartoon like Ren and Stimpy. I am glad at the frustration of those who intentionally misinterpreted me (for sexual dominance in creative fields that verges on the pedophilic as it works best on vulnerable youths) that such a cartoon has never arrived for them to exploit. They wanted to make cartoons about just sitting and watching them while they profit and pump their egos, and I thought that was hideous. A hideousness that completely missed my actual character and life.

Instead of such a wacky stupid cartoon, I can feel the surprise to see, again and again, my feelings about my best friendship being destroyed being expressed in one story after another, one series after another, one set of characters after another. These are seeds that will grow for eternity. Trillions of years from now, people will still discover the beginnings of my mass(heh)-appeal franchises in Heaven, magnifying the torment of my enemies who will go to Hell at that future moment.

Not many have clicked on my stories but I can at least feel that much. To feel the emotions of others is a turtle power. Again; your young males gooned to see the poison left in my soul when Millennials were their age by their godawful emotions. Now my genuine powers of empathy, are more advanced, attacking others for their shitty emotions instead of being poisoned by them. Amongst other powers. Like a psychic sense. Going towards a future where it is an alternative vision…

But I like the vision I already have of the past: that Tumblr maniac failed to prevent the grievous immorality of your community from growing in its ramifications, at the cost of my artistic independence and personal life from his insanity and that of others like the leftists in ipgd’s social climate. Your Zoomers tried to do that again, and now their psychology is getting naked and people are feeling embarrassed for them, like a comic about young males acting like babies to save their lives from being destroyed by accusations of being internet Nazis. This comes directly from me causing screaming cacophony in the art communities to enjoy my own masculinity, to not be a “communist” they/them, as this makes my understanding of my enemies obvious, and Zoomers harassed me to steal this style of expression. On /co/, I enjoyed making jokes about the influence of my own penis in isolation, the meaning of this unveiled in my previous article, as I have turned my penis into the artistic person Rare. My stories also reflect my female connections as heterosexual activity.

And so my stories about Rare are the same equivalent as stories about acting like a baby to avoid woke Millennial females destroying your Zoomer career. I have humiliated them by tricking them into transliterating their Dommy Mommy fetish to punish their theft. The suffering and conflict of Rare is a transliteration of the suffering and conflict of my masculinity. I am creating a new age where conflict is driven between people who enjoy my creativity and those who persecuted it, a war without bullets and most importantly any violation of morality. Not only has God told me I shall be a super success, who can deny the magnetism of my brand, my brand that reemerged beneath so many forces that if they had their way: no iconic stories would be made again. Sometimes literally saying it, making their whole lives about Palestine etc and rejecting creativity as a distraction from this.

Their folly is that the greatest living artistic genius (it is not I who says this, but God on his daily enjoyment of my posts. No ego involved) has turned them all into the enemies of my heroes. Even if they turn back, that doesn’t change their eternal story that shall be told and enjoyed from the beginning as villains of my tales. Salvation is not the same thing as erasing your past. The Apostles are known in their stories. And the literal details of the past do not need to be known, remembered at all, when my villains and their supporting casts can be remembered instead. It’s kind of Air Bud rules as corollary to “the former things shall not be remembered, or come to mind.” It’s funny to think of not giving them names, as eternal legacy of anonymous 4chan abuse. Indeed, the fear of all this drove my Zoomer harassers away, while lying about it of course.

My sister ended up paying for hotel days after we wasted $40 on an Uber. Let’s be clear: I love Bob Clampett because he loved me before I was born. He tried to teach blacks to give up the “Pair-O-Dice” of gambling to go to Heaven. If society had listened to his message, my Puerto Rican dad and Italian mom would not have been trash obsessed with gambling. LGBTQ rescues people like them amongst Millennials and Zoomers from being humiliated with remarks like “lottery is the stupid people tax” by deforming their psychology to avoid the truth. My mom is like a rampaging trans of the worst kind of them all. Merely being in their proximity makes thinking about them being like being psychologically cut, as their minds constantly fight the truth and knowledge of their true character and awful decisions.

The real story of life is that Bob Clampett was one of the kindest white men towards blacks, and I have a deeply, monstrously black mind. Cartoons are black culture, they let me show what life actually is to me, instead of being relentlessly accused of “insults”, etc., as I try to live. My service to the real story of life is why my life is the way it is, and it would be sublime if I was a decade younger.

I shall be sending these emails to mindkill shitty culture for the next 3 days to help me make money from art commissions so I can get more hotel days. All creators of shitty culture must hate me for my expertise in shaping society, and so negating their creations negates my bad luck. I remember the shameful thrill in 2013 of animation graduates coming to harass me as I began to waste away in the euphoria of being “completely free” from my expertise. They shall continue to be. They shall not say “hahaha what was up with him” and get involved with SABA, Strikeverse, and my other projects. The women who became psychotic for their sake are also being excised in connecting to my mind. I don’t need Los Angeles money to be a Boss. I need to function as I did as a teenager, when John Kricfalusi progressed Bob’s love to me directly - laugh about that won’t you, I insist. Keep being the shitty people you are. It’s wholly separate from being saved. You can be saved and enjoy the weakest fringe of the creativity of Heaven made by Bob Clampett, John Kricfalusi, and the myriad of others who will have a friendly connection to me.

Truth Bomb list in progress.

The Underrealm contains dreamworlds featuring things like reversal of water and fire, and I actualize this ability upon the Earth by turning the abstract water fueling the crops of my enemies into fire. Like a storm, this effect can recede as an act of mercy. This mercy amplifies justice as my enemies now know a random guy getting his start in life has them by the balls, that it is only my love of life preventing me from doing their thing of spreading hate for the life of their enemies (which fueled their degenerate love of Harry Potter, obsessed with destroying horcruxes, while I preferred the magic of replacing sexual adulthood. This proves that Chosen One personalities are real) but 1000x more effective.

This expresses breaking the muzzle of her professional climate by developing independent income streams. Batty expresses her love of these observations with her Achilles character, a personality trait of myself that feminism made feel bizarre as it shows humans are designed for using the internet and similar ways to observe communication (like remote viewing psychics/magi) and they refused to accept these new developments of life. I was born with an interest in damsels, and so feminism-brained males in art bellowed to disturb my mind so I would find looking for female artist expressions of struggling miserable, and so Batty’s hyperactive Achilles gives an eerie aura in her field for their past traumatization of my developing adulthood, so I ignored girls saying things like “guide my censor bar”. My special approach to Pokémon makes depictions specially individual, even without more than a name for a commission. And so in 2010 people screamed at me “what do you like” as if the Squirtles I drew didn’t count, because it was too original for them: it didn’t drive a group style, it drove my own unique creativity. In that very same year MLP:FIM came out, looking very similar to my best squirtles that were sincerely called “masterpieces” and “so cute”. My work was an offshoot of my support of meritorious animation projects in that time, and so people bugged out and screamed about not wanting to support my beginning brand, breaking the return for my support of those projects, so I refused to continue. MLP:FIM being the best at persisting in quality, it was also the best at returning my support. Lover of the show, Batty’s quick creatures show signs of those very styles I was developing in that time.

Out of developing my passion for restraints, this reflects me restraining various lgbtq communities with my story, as well as their derivation of culture from me in general. “Good” in lgbtq is created by me controlling the bad, like using the arts to spread lgbtq propaganda. If any cartoon does that again, their artists will be bombarded with my truth bombs. A 4chan commentator, this implies obscure punishment has been taking place for lgbtq aggressors who violated me for my sexual interests and many other things in their discourse and through other methods, now being turned back on them. As this is the proper way my adult aspects should interact with society, Zoomers belittling me for being “trans” are also silenced, one form of trans is inversion of masculinity. I wouldn’t want a collapse - that could also be called nuclear devastation - to take place, and so their blindness comes from their strained caricature of religious opponents of lgbtq on heaven and Earth.

This reflects my latest self-portrait, that has an undersea look, along with the animalistic power and roars I’m developing lingering in my soul, contained. Out of basic principles of cosmic theology, I prefer to be seen as a collage of nature, including its mythical elements. The insistence of careerist art to create a public identity for me to “progress” as part of my career journey meant I broke its systems for being detached from who I actually am. Talking about things like “humbling” becomes a gross feminine perversion as - like normal porn - it is based on false perceptions. Like my mom and dad, women “friendly” and otherwise perpetuating this unnatural system hamper what they are trying to accomplish: benefit for the careers of their coworkers. Batty perpetuates the progression of all art in her proximity by embracing nature, including aspects of mine considered unthinkably nasty to many of her peers in the early 2010s.

This reflects my megaupdate unveiling Rare, who combines all the interests of myself and ipgd. In 2010, already merely enjoying my creativity struck panic in hearts: I declared my brain “was the size of a house,” hinting at Homestuck being derived from constructing a mansion out of my soul. In both the case of myself and Batty’s fans, there is evidence of clear awareness of what is taking place around one’s life, a sense that extends beyond what the mainstream world expects you to know. And this sense is sensed by them, so over years different groups of people had screaming fits to see my comments and demanded people not to read them; most likely they conveyed clear narratives of how I was being violated by the mainstream. This aspect of psychology is particularly useful for creativity, but in general shows that the mainstream seeks to create a helplessness through limiting the spirits of youths so they need controlled environments and interaction. Growing in Batty’s community erases this, and so naturalistic interaction and its environment is formed, developing past getting cute towards me.

This concept piece shows the story-eater blasting and drawing back the essence of stories from the wyvern creature. I didn’t have to do this consciously, I just made a cool effect. Essentialism was an offense to leftism, so Tumblr art disintegrated into collages of politically-sourced cliches in 2014. The essence of characters was killed so they could be turned into skin suits for ideologies. This gradually broke franchises: in order to make Star Wars, you need to grasp the essence of the genius of George Lucas, no matter how stupid you think that genius is. SJWs waged war against their elders and created an ugly and stupid world in their influence. The shame is that my incredibly difficult path through their onslaught made a new brand like Star Wars and Marvel, with an essence that grows and develops automatically.

This reflects ipgd being enamored with me on the internet. My internet self didn’t properly exist in real life, and so Mettaton forms an allegory for getting me off of screens. She constantly discussed her favorites she viewed on her computer fictional and real, and I developed myself accordingly. This created awareness of a kind of reality where my progressing personalities lived. Land of monsters and their mayhem, (and skeletal monsters who wield English language) my Underrealm guided development of Undertale. Michelle already contributed to this creative expanse before she designed Muffet. Amongst other things, my cosmic mind contains ideal sexy versions of those who contribute to it.

This reflects her posting high-minded views today like she interacted about on 4chan, out of a curious path unlike most of her peers. Success didn’t require giving up a professional career, but her path did require becoming mutually dependent on myself, and ultimately animation folks hollered about having to do such things more than anything in volume.

This also reflects ipgd’s MGS obsession and her process of turning me into the unfolding nightmare I am today. It ties into the shock of the animation community that I had been weaponizing my learning of cartoon principles. Her influence through Undertale, Homestuck, and in other ways actualizes her feminine aggression in driving the quality and tale of society. By getting direct references to my /ic/ saga into Caliborn’s story, she turned real life from a disingenuous charade of taking advantage of the abstract dimensions of life - one of the primary sins of Pagan mythology - into a gradually unwinding confrontation with how people spiritually chose to respond to my grand teenage vision. Social justice used metaphors of things like the “whitewashed tombs” Jesus spoke of. Their approach to life’s meaning made it easy to place stealth on her actions - despite that it is so obvious my story and her MGS obsession is being reflected. Enjoying Homestuck created an artificial world of illusions, killed by the phrase “my best friend worked on Homestuck,” a shame as people learned so little about me that they didn’t even find out my obsession with her. This leads to Mechanica, where giant robotic men are the focus.