I abstract great rap music to find assurance my path to success is correct and find Boss pleasures. The mainstream gets revenge by insistently demanding me take the literal things for years (screeching that I’m “on drugs,” etc. to counter unveiling my reading of Wayne) but without my interpretation, the height of black culture is degeneracy, and racism wins. Leftists simply excuse degeneracy to meet this binary choice. And now that choices have been made the repercussions of my lack of worry play out: girls intensively interact with me via cats in a myriad of ways, becoming my new 4chan brand
I highlight great artists like Rod Serling, who had a secret act of great compassion to uplift nightmarish heritage. Subliminally, The Twilight Zone condemns abortion by valuing what Boomers hated most: children ruining their lives.
There was a psychotic psychic backlash to my teenage efforts I received from Boomers, leading to my invention of the Underrealm, which creates a Twilight Zone effect in real life, as when some of Coelasquid’s /co/ friends noticed I sometimes speak exactly like her. The “ending speech” would be about the long chain of decisions that exclude a man for being masculine as when I got pissed off at other male artists for degrading the standards top female artists like her live by. Settling into their careers until the Twilight Zone story notes hit, and the sequel comes from Mechanica, developed by following her on Twitter in past years.
The rage of Boomers in 2010 was that they wanted a legacy, but all they could have in animation was more shitty cartoons, more broken production systems, as they shook hands to get to a career they didn’t belong. They got the job, but they didn’t get to be cartoonists, they did not get to interact with the medium directly. And so their legacy includes things like real life Twilight Zone nightmares that shall not end at death, as the tv show is inspired by purgatory. In life we see the good and the bad playing out, in purgatory there is only the suffering of sin keeping you from God, and so that is part of why horror is a Catholic thing to value.
His philosophy prizes uniqueness, including the uniqueness that inflicts suffering and nightmare through the power of its contrast. Protestant kids found difference “insufferable,” the demands of a unique life “obnoxious”, which was its own twilight zone episode that they had these sentiments for my philosophy, and so sought to force behavior with such quality out of me. Encouraging people to learn anatomy was the subject of psychotic escalation as it would also include learning the anatomy of human difference which illuminates that I was born a twilight zone kind of person.
Serling condemning prejudice took the opposite path from current leftism, which seeks to dissolve all human difference. Stand firm by your difference, and the prejudice showers forth. Leftism has its displeasures with Protestant America like Boomers in their McMansions of greed, but merely creates its own errors rather than solving anything. They love these weapons and foster transgenderism for being a breeding ground of methods to kill identity. The methods kill the individual trans’ identity in psychological suicide, and then they rush about using them on others, frequently placated to calm the mental illnesses driving these attacks. For instance, one image Zoomers spammed me with conveyed that what I yearned interpersonally for as a teenager was now as common as fast food, seeing to age my soul to a dreary present while compelling thoughts of suicide that there was nothing more to live for. The truth was that lgbtq never found out what I actually yearned for, and instead can at best say they cope with life. Homestuck dissolved in their hands from the exciting things people were looking forward to, like the villain being an abstract version of a friend of much of the team, me, Bec Noir reflecting my savage onslaught to protect any girl I like.
Conclusion
This song matches the extreme difficulty friendly girls found in connecting with me, such that doing so meant being a top tier artist. The literalism, the emotion, tips me off that it’s a recent song when I listen to a song like this, directly inspired by my story emanating into culture as from these top tier female artists. My hellish origin was guided by Lovecraft, Rod Serling, CS Lewis, Tolkien and others who stand tall on the twilight zone of life, to eventually overcome my empty chest.
Industry artists wanted to laugh that I was so offended by being told to kill myself, only to gradually die down as they realized I always interpreted it as a dual desire: for the grave, or failing that, the death of my identity/soul. Works like the Twilight Zone guided me onto a lifelong sense of the value of identity and the life story you live. We can be glad about these purgatorial tales as symbols of betrayers of the life stories of others finding what their deeds got them in the end. For example, the famous story of a man with all the time in the world to read, whose reading glasses break, affirms the vital role of the man who made him his glasses in his life. This proceeds to the family of the lenscrafter, and the people who built their home, and so forth. He reads but his love of reading is key to his metavillainy, as he did not read what he needs to keep enjoying reading in the world around him. And we cannot forget the inspiration for the books he reads every single person gives to the writers he reads. That is the valueset of Rod Serling which his child partially got: as his generation of Boomers found the consequences of lacking his love of neighbor, but I suspect there are quite a few things I understand about him better than his child.
Me being “better” was enormously offensive in 2010, as I was a lover of reading who saw the legacy great writers tried to give, and kept it in my soul. I was offended at how Neil Gaiman comics were drawn, and later artwork fitting this literary legacy was made for his comics after my teenage effort. I loved to give writers like Neil Gaiman what they need for the true beauty of their work to be seen, no matter what it cost me from my consumerist “critics”: Their world was the world of the man who loved reading, but did not love the world who made the books he loved. It didn’t matter that there was 1 of me and many of them, as they will see when they die and their incoherent choices are made untangled and seen to all who want to see, as from my eschatological work to come.
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