The Inconvenient Meaning of Credit

Her dance feels to me like mental illness, not joy, and with the amount of gooning from the cartoon community about wanting to see me as mentally ill, as with using what I called ‘verbal faggots’ like schizo, which could refer to so many things ranging from analyzing social activity, to simply being a Christian, to literally believing the paranormal is real and I have discovered its Lord: I love the glory of knowing how much work I am doing to combat evil forms of relationship, which will bloom in the Multiverse I have foreseen

The Underrealm continues with chapter 22: Arrival. “The great dragon army came of the Rings, and the lords of darkness followed. … Somewhere beyond the pistons beyond the stars, a dragon transformed and engaged an entity of chaos, which reversed the motion of order to do battle on creation.“

My Underrealm presented a constant sense of an alternate universe as I simply lived my life working on this project, of well, an alternate universe. I resented leftism for convincing people like Heysawbones that their fantasy worlds they used to cope in childhood meant nothing for practical gain, that shall be reversed, and dragging down art industry in the past few years against much screaming was part of that reversal

“The face of a little girl with curly golden hair appeared on another screen. An angel in a black cloak winced. She died in the womb.” this is classical writing, like in an iconic Star Trek episode or certain book titles of school classics. I have that power out of immense irony that for so many years “guy doesn’t care about writing” was the life given to me by the animation community, that was REAL, and writing was my specialty all along, it’s just that the community gayly prevented the revelation that I found it horribly kinky in connection with Batty and other girls

This song synchronized on Spotify with me writing the chapter title,having a cinematic experience in real life. My actual life is supposed to be lived cursed, out of the most deeply personal grudges, which live in the future infinitely. And people find “justice” while I am living in my darkness, but they shall find that the project of accepting darkness does not mean reducing your standards of goodness, it means elevating your standards for light, and indeed I take on Elect who will be far lesser than me in heaven, defining that hierarchy.

Posted after I began the first couple sentences, this reflects the subject as me going crazy over my my forming relationships with people I had never met, storming off from the chaos even when their artistic paths were leaning on me. The comics brattily respond to my brain which is a living resource for powering something as big as Homestuck was

This synchronized with me writing lines reflecting the fact that Satan believed he scored victories against me, but actually fit my brand and plan as I expressed in this chapter. Writing this chapter provoked heavenly emotions, tears, and feedback. Apparently a lot of people are crippled from having any reaction without a YouTuber or somebody similar telling them how to react. This largely comes from the hellbound hating Heaven in ways great and small. I will not change my work to account for this handicap, and I do not in my spiritual visions where I’m a billionaire fighting large powers of society. Good parts of society do synchronize with my creative work.

Yesterday in the Homestuck anniversary thread it seemed myself and Batty synchronized for a joke about her flat chest. That’s the kind of thing that gives grief of people not observing it, grief that does not exist for people failing to get references to their favorite Toonami anime on 2010s TV. One is life, one is corny greed and consumerism married to wrongful grasp for power. The former perseveres, the latter does not.

The tradpilled want to claim it’s wrong to seek this kind of independence, but that is why they lose all artists: the soul is basis of artwork. Lord of the Rings came from WWII amongst other things, it did not come from holding hands in a field with your tradwife. If they demand only that life they flip the middle finger to Tolkien’s work they appropriate and his meaningful life which also used linguistics expertise to create the series. Meanwhile the only way my family household made sense was that it maximized ruining any development of stories, so I sought to keep them paused in my mind, so my family sought to tear into my mind like ranting about lightbulbs as a metaphor for turning off my illuminated thinking. They collected these behaviors like garbage receptacles by participating in mainstream society like when buying lottery tickets, while too prideful to own up to their garbage behavior and be reborn again in Christ, and kids laughed at my garbage family presumably also with my siblings.

Platforms grew out of what I sought to bring down as a teenager, a society that gave me only an intolerably bad life. Sneering glee while ignoring that you’re causing problems for others - or even getting off on causing that in the case of LGBTQ - would subject new youths to my childhood experience, and cause characters like Paladin to disintegrate from reality from not having my heroic spirit they rely on.

I come up with some of my observations of Batty by lying down and my soul gets crazy. It seems her interest in Homestuck came from the crazy concepts, and the wild finale of Act 5 proceeded into social justice-inspired iteration of those decaying concepts while Caliborn grilled it all. Despite confronting the community, I would prefer to be unknowingly the villain of a series than participate in “safe and harm-free” college-educated life. Batty prefers me freestyling remarks about fondling her to make comics better than Homestuck, intercepting alternate interpretations of what I mean. Inspiring her yearning for a better professional environment

This top reply relates to myself and Batty having beaver sensibilities, Batty’s work feeling secluded from the world; the “mainstream” conveys the metaphor of the biggest river of culture. Naturally this causes being upset when she has to participate in this river for her professional job. I observed a narrative of Batty clinging to me for her sanity amongst her social climate for years. Accordingly she treated my creativity like a beaver, and I shifted between loving it and hating any interaction with her professional world.

4chan offered me a friendly environment from the beginning of the website as lyrics were spammed from this song regularly. I came up with the idea of an animation for it and that is literally the only idea for a cartoon I ever had. I was the boy in the song being spoken to through culture, absorbing wrongs done to dreams I found with the internet and literature, that often were not even remembered by others. The father was the trickster, arising his dominion over earthly culture in my heart. The narrative I received -forming earthly outskirts of the procession of the black parade - ended with things like Monk and House, creating the digital age in which I quested to solve its ruins, while people had dramatic responses to me being unmovable in yearning for heavenly blackness. Ultimately it has the relevance that I prefer to play my part even if Zoomers who spite heaven are begging for me to work on their slop. Here is where it is seen I made the choice to listen to the heavenly design founded in 4chan and other Internet things, while others chose not to, and accordingly Zoomers refusing the heavenly design of my Underrealm prompted immense disgust, a heavenly Emotion

Born Glory

Artwork circa 2010 involved joking about how fucked up my life was as I had successfully established principles of my artistic revolution. And so people asked if I was a wizard, while others went completely insane to see how a meritorious individual contributed to their lives before gaining a platform at all. My dark side of my story is part of my glory, and the personas it produced are not annihilated; “your misery and hate will kill us all,” it is an eschatological power. Caliborn came out of this context, producing the very curious villain that resonated with people so hard as part of the biggest internet phenomenon despite, literally, not doing much more than jeer; this communicates the vast temporal scale of his story, as his villainy has only gotten to a few childish scenes, while Andrew farted about with the pretend ending that satisfied nobody as he came out of my revolution, which rejects generic villains, and so the generic villain resolution done in text was objectively infuriating

The inconvenience to greed is that my honest observation of others discovers things that they deserve to receive. I discovered that some people have identities that inherently relate to creativity, and so art industry cannot be about only making money, it has to support that segment of the population or it is committing a crime against humanity. Just so, in the Covid era industry artists complained about being treated like Nazi guards, and yet their worldview spews out endless leftist walls of text to justify why they did not simply evaluate me on my observed qualities instead of deferring to the social group and abstract status. The riddle they need to solve is why they expected me to support their careers while merely enforcing the pit of torture I was living in. I can’t expect to hear it from certain “friendly” femanons who became completely psychotic about my refusal, truly proving what a great character trait Caliborn’s misogyny is.

Dril continued the cultural tradition of joking about my life (also his own as a cartoonist) as large basis for what makes him such a special sensation. At the end of the year I disconnected from my best friend and Homestuck, dril reflects that I considered her tweets about crapping good unlike everything after I disconnected from her, besides Caliborn. The political context being that social justice eliminated our cartoonist racism from public life, and so I refused to be part of public life. Caliborn is like a racist caricature of an individual. ipgd posting Hilary Clinton reaction images is a symbol of what I found unacceptable, as her sublime scary girl personality was relegated ONLY to doing something like that to scare men in her life into line, in the mainstream world

Batty benefits from cosmic consciousness, and in my experiences of heaven, people do not act like they do in platform culture, and women do not go silent when you ask a basic rational question about your basic well-being. Merely navigating the disgusting rules mainstream women live by to preserve careerism is revolting. I could barely endure that on 4chan. That was the most I could do for them. Meanwhile batty, out of cosmic impulses, simply supports my soul so it can function largely using all of her personal artwork instead of leaving me to hope buying fancy coffees in Los Angeles will fix me.

dril was a much smaller account back then, although on a hot streak, and I was a large part of his platform. The worthlessness of platform culture is that I get absolutely nothing from that according to the mainstream. I’m like a resource, it’s like expecting to be an honored plank of wood, inhuman approach to fame. This is one of the strongest emotional reactions he had, about ending #TheThursdayNiteRant, as I loved listening to cartoon artists yell, while he gradually shifted his brand to fame, that cartoonists did not receive except by exploiting their capabilities developed from things like John K’s blog and /co/.

My soul was decimated in 2011, otherwise simply listening to me and interacting with me would evidence all of the glory I was born with and for. And so here’s another disgusting trait but from males: one of the biggest traits of careerist artists is gooning (vocalizing perverse and stupid pleasure) about the deprivation of outsiders. They wanted to get off on me living a life as mentally crippled as Chris-Chan (surprise, I have long believed he is an inherently creative individual and that is the primary reason for provoking fascination & study to learn methods of abuse). This culture has finally broken containment by seeking to humiliate Jesus Christ through Chris-Chan “becoming the new most documented person”, and I’m sure they’re making other comparisons I haven’t seen.

When they kneel to confess, this is one of the things they will confess. These confessions will not be like in the confessional booth. They will instead confess their actual real stories, the actual real people they are, not mere numbers of sins. And the problem for careerist artists is that I was studying cosmic theology from spiritual visions and my own webcomic from the future for all that time. Guided by some people, like dril. And as in the My Chemical Romance song, hearts will persevere in their condition. I shall not forgive them. I did not have main character syndrome: I experienced an alternate form of crucifixion, through things like people spiting me while benefiting from my artistic world, an experience Jesus knows from the cross. Their souls are beyond hideous, and as trends in art communities change, they will be increasingly vomited onto the page. Never to be restored, because they did not become my friend. But some of them will make it to heaven, just not while having good experiences with art, ever, all before it is normal to have experiences as strong as Dril while ending #TheThursdayNiteRant.

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Leaving my Cosmic consciousness to reconnect to society, I lost sensation of spiritual armada of weapons that my work and posts abstractly aligned with. Badass, grimdark, often living tools, they are from the future where I have formed enough twine to make Jesus the actual whips being referred to, as through my Millstone attacks on art industry. It’s actual reality he speaks, and I miss KC Green’s dickbutt

Homestuck becoming just about marriage, and with an artist of the quality of Ana, a hint of what will come for people who identified with the bad parts and bad interpretations of the good parts like Caliborn