New Year Triumphant: a list of methods used to attack my relationship with ipgd [legal]
Also illustrates grooming methods and why furries love Robin Hood. Proving once and for all the presence of our relationship in the collective consciousness of the /co/mmunity
Oil-Worlds continues: “These aliens were lost in Earth considerations not worth his consideration. Dire transpired the desire for their voidal pieties.”
This song relates to artistic identity as I like to have moments from the past like interacting with ipgd frozen. Stephen King associated dogs with Polaroid powers, and the more of these moments people recognize the closer and closer the “dog” gets of caring so much about being close with others that the story becomes very dramatic of how it has defined your life. Andrew Hussie fucked around with this powerful motif as he and most people in the animation industry want to be easily disconnected from the past that built their art careers.
These people also hate “negativity,” but it fuels the careers of people like Citizen Soldier and Eminem in the Arts. They can succeed and the past still remains to be the subject of great work like Last One Standing.
Intro to the Google document
Batty the storyboarder has connected with me. This comes from things like basing her characters in part on my relationship with ipgd. With my Birdman eyes I can see our relationship reflected in lots of places like the Coffin of Andy and Leyley game I pointed out. But aside from exceptions I don't say anything about it or sometimes even think about it.
She has invaded my head. Still Frame by Citizen Soldier plays as my dragonoid emotionform gradually lifts up its head for the first time in about a decade. This is an aspect of my personal dimension which does things like spawn monsters out of the unique inner world. The complexity and scale of this world - I did not feel normal emotions as a kid, I felt vast emotions like from reading classic literature and was otherwise still - is what makes me a natural-born King who needs the support of things like having a lot of girl friends. King David can be excused in the Divine court for polygamy because he was adjacent to something that is good for a king to have without being able to realize the actual good things alternate from polygamy due to the damage of sin.
The blue cat character (as part of my unique mind I go into an altered state and forget names) evokes the state of my life when I went into isolation. My mom's cat Bozo had died that day, accompanied by a cat named Callie. My mom did the trick of unknowingly picking up cats with names that match Caliborn and Calliope from Craigslist to process my life that was going on in such a bizarre way. Bozo reflects Caliborn’s clown theme (“not a nice name”, I said) which is absent in my own depictions of him. When he died nobody cared, and so I took control of my personal narrative and went into isolation, ending being a clown to be laughed at for things like critiquing feminism, and freeze-framing a gesture of actual concern from the female cat, crying.
The Homestuck community were parasites, eager to come rushing in for what they could get but not acknowledging what they were getting it from. The true fans deserve to suffer in darkness and pain they treat with things like therapy.
Meanwhile Batty seems obvious was a /HSG/ poster and made me think about associating cats with myself. Despite that the whole pivotal turn of the Homestuck saga was about a cat that wouldn't come to mind at first. There was a whole story to live first instead. I gradually acclimated as she depicted the cat getting punched in the eye, representing i punch gay deer’s intensive conversion from being too “gay” to be properly attracted to her. As interrogating school psychiatrists and other people invaded the space of women connecting with me.
After all I needed to identify what was catlike about me, like my implacableness, which would seem to be simple but the animation Community denied the right to my own personality by calling me a “cunt” for not whoring out my own creative mind to just anybody, but rather waiting to connect with friends like ipgd and Batty. In both cases years of screaming from people rejected as friend candidates helped socially align friendships to resolve the social dispute. But this time I have thousands of weapons to use if people do things like contact Batty about this article, which is an abusive thing to do to a woman as you're expecting her to make aggressive decisions when there’s no actual problem, doubly so when we are both creatives and mutually developing our creativity in the online environment most people love to pretend like doesn't involve industry creatives being connected with outsider creatives.
The Secret Drama
People didn't want to say shit about me being tormented for my comments about feminism which were really about things like my fantasy of being supported by women. There's a Star Trek episode where the Enterprise goes to a planet of African style aliens where women are in charge of land and stuff. This is the sort of lost racial culture I was interested in. Remember how people pretended like they actually cared about black people getting established in Society properly before they diverted from that to just stealing money from white people instead of developing what their culture actually is?
Batty went ahead and depicted what happened through reflecting the meaning of it as I would recognize. None of the sadistic fantasies that were brewed up around me from 2013-2015 that disintegrated into mental illness, analyzing evidence of their past existence from time to time on my substack like the Woke Confession. People were all fired up to vilify Michelle, me, and anybody connected to me but it never got to come out of their mouths as Michelle was just spooking me by reflecting my cosmic personality that I was trying to depict with drawings and stories reminiscent of Q from Star Trek, the Anti-Monitor, Rod Serling as host of The Twilight Zone, and other classics. I was brewing up some great stuff but the condition of letting out that inheritance from my soul given to me by “dead white men” is that the pearls I formed by enjoying classic media would be respected. Don't Look about my dog creature was a pearl made out of Walt Disney and Stephen King's work, and was the basis of Bec Noir, and the webcomic literally makes a big show of not respecting him as the middle finger of Protestant culture towards creatives I sense to be in Heaven. All those swine who tried to steal it are now having to drown their dumbass “evil woman” “funny cool man” personalities as it's getting too embarrassing to be refractions of hateful caricatures of myself and ipgd created by the Homestuck fandom.
As a final note to the animation industry, how the fuck can you pretend like you don't know me and ipgd after spending years of your lives working with people like James Roach and Amber who used to sound like strawmen of us? Oh yeah that's right, by not acknowledging my personality at all. The biggest dumbasses in the world harassing me (“if I do it enough they'll hire me! They're definitely not using my desire to be a part of industry animation to attack outside threats without giving me a second thought!” I actually think I got through to one of the trolls by pointing out how he was being used) as somebody obsessed with Ren and Stimpy even though I haven't fucking rewatched the series, my DVD player broke with one of the discs before I could do so like the darkness was saying “don't give them the satisfaction of actually having adult experiences of the show.”
Wanted to pretend like I wanted to be an animation expert to have the satisfaction of knowing things about animation I didn't. Now because your males with massive egos abused my life so that's how I would look to them for the decades of their careers, a stepping stone to a glamorous future making cartoons people don’t actually like… I have the satisfaction of being an expert on how your lives are defined by social dynamics between myself, people friendly to me, and people hostile to me. I just wanted to get to know ipgd and nice Homestuck people like her real friends and Batty. Now I'm going to be using the information I've gained so parents can get back children's animation from how I can pick apart the intricate psychology behind your cartoons, which is often fucking humiliating, especially certain things like the Robin Hood origin of furries.
I can rest easy at night knowing that people were so desperate to humiliate me for my sexual experiences before I could fucking have them, which goes back to the first day of kindergarten as well as direct interactions from your industry, as they knew I was on track to doing things like exposing the Robin Hood fantasy. All my life I've known the resentment of those who know they're on their way to hell or a lowly position in Heaven, and it always sounds pretty much exactly the same. It's a spiritual reaction, whose drama is played out in our lives.
Thank you batty for your magical intrusions in my soul which made me suddenly more normal