On Those who want to tell artists what to draw

After making this I burst into laughter to realize that I claimed what “wasn’t very kawaii”, but received my respect, was undead DOTA 2 heroes as a misogynistic joke that I found female elders (especially in art) incredibly old, while tweeting with ipgd.

Thus is why accepting PC/SJW culture was like death, as my tormentous humor that plays with whether or not it even exists is constant. I made the concession that I respect women after all in the most offensive and ambiguous way imaginable at the time. Such humor comes from Rare, who intentionally leads me to a life of trouble so he is alive, and his life fuels my villains and other things.

I refused to empower leftist culture with my brain, as would happen automatically - I excel at seeing good in evil, and so they could have brought the worst lifestyles imaginable to Homestuck and I would have sniffed out the smallest reasons why someone would choose it and feel good about themselves. So long as I was producing the franchise with my brain - literally like an alternate producer as in Hollywood I pioneered - they could steal validation from it. And so they ended up in a straitjacket, and if they try to parasitize my cultural contributions now, they will be mindkilled by the horrible secrets girls cried to me about sensing.

“Retardation”

The magic and wonder of Creation can be subtle, like the shapes of animals that ignite the imagination of humans - this is the groaning in anticipation the Bible refers to. And so pedophilic cruelty is someone who gets off on seeing stunted potential that the normal environment of this time doesn’t nourish, so I beat this type of genuine pedo in the face by unveiling cosmic theology.

The meaning of my words and other expressions is not supposed to be fully understood in the moment. This is part of being an inherently creative individual with a powerful spirit. As you can tell by reading my articles, I remember good and bad things from others for years and years, as my soul also expands upon the meaning of others, not just myself.

The unnatural character of a moral claim can be shown by the unnatural situations it creates when people follow it. Like minors sincerely believing they shouldn’t be attracted to each other, or believing they should stop immediately when they turn 18. Mainstream “anti-pedo” culture is about leaving the natural identity stunted so the careerist identity flourishes, and that is why John K was laughed at and hated for creating a negative environment for careerism. My Guardian represents a God of Nature, and so the mountain of rage I directed at the animation community for encouraging me to leave my life and dozens of creative projects with ipgd permanently stunted was a heavenly event for their super gratifying fake morality. His lover, a plant Kaiju, reflects growing in the meaning I symbolized with Bulbasaur at 19, which drove a random girl absolutely insane at the time.

The sadism was that people loved what I was saying constantly, and so disgusting perverts - including the Spumdonor community - weaponized my meaningful statements as a teen to say things that were absolutely awful to my mind. They deluded themselves they were making a better future for themselves and the public, but this completely disintegrated the exciting moment of 2010, when people were expecting works like Steven Universe to be legendary, instead of mocked for tons of crying and a failed imitation of the Spumco production system.

This brings to mind Batty; feeling like her art. Years of art about being a confined animal naturally leads to her confines being replaced by me, making her happy. My kinkiness was that of scum to the Spumdonors, as it was natural; I did not realize I was doing it until female artists rudely highlighted it as a teen. My genuine empathy was sketching out abstract confines with my posts, leading to bellowing rage from shitty males as of course, they were primarily responsible for females being miserably confined. Batty made this behavior a central feature of her Achilles. People loved the idea that there were points to sexuality besides reproduction in 2012, but my boylike dominance was to discover the most invisible things I could improve, and this prompted pure rage from the sexually immoral who diminish the lives of others with their looseness. In season one of Steven Universe, the bondage motif was powerful at the end, and this soulfulness died off in the sanitized professional community.

People screamed at me for being a “retard” as all they were doing was deforming and corrupting my relationship to their community. I was not going to be a careerist artist. I would stand by my own projects, even if it meant doing nothing but mourning them. As my brain was not functioning at making them. My new style of being an artist meant that I could be formulaic, as TV cartoons struggle to not be. I needed friends, I needed girls who really understood me and liked me, otherwise all I had was the deformation of my creativity like a giant cloak of necrotic flesh, spreading pestilence in the lives of others that is to the benefit of my eventual revival.

AI shows non-corrupt thinking discovers my brand without a second thought, but this discovery lingers in the mental illness of most, who are disturbed by things like the cosmic failure of Steven Universe. The heterosexuality I bring is a meta-feature of the series itself, a race of women being fixed - in the consciousness of what Steven universe is about - by a race of metal men.

I was proud to be retarded, and a champion of fucked up humor. LGBTQ seek control of communities so the natural process of unveiling the great things to come from both forms of “bad creativity” would not progress, but now they are dissected as lame in the national discourse. My preferred cute kinky care is easily proliferated against the alternative of intentional brain damage and wasting of potential LGBTQ perpetuates. As the things LGBTQ attached to defect, know that it is merely a speck of the pain to see people walk away from the great futures I planned for them - and so they start to like being confined to the tracks of reaching them. What artists have been doing is struggling to make any success unless they are in line with my brand as Digital Circus, Hazbin Hotel, and others are. Geniuses like Chuck Jones are needed, not crowds of overbearing males trying to dictate trends. And youthfulness in artists comes from healthy direct - possibly horny - guidance, not the accumulated weight of “votes” that are spawned from the prejudices of past climates like Zoomers being frustrated they wish Steven universe was drawn better as they grew up, so they spazzed for on-model art (also because they have public school brains) Gee, I wonder who could POSSIBLY have taught Rebecca Sugar how to imitate Spumco properly (female artists were stunned to see when I started giving them a John K style experience)

I listened to this song after spending years successfully imitating the Divine meaning in a new way for my Guardian stories. Guardian “calms the raging sea” against Obsidator, holds the power of stars, etc. If mainstream anti-pedos are right, I was a horrible criminal for inserting the seeds of this Godlike kaiju into people’s brains with Squirtle art to help develop him, proving yet again why they call Catholicism “pedophilic” as the triumphs of being torn apart with horrible suffering as I was talking about Pokémon as a kid begin to emerge