Walk-Home Podcasts: On my parents becoming Pell Grant and Nancy Drew

This is the perfect song to find after my previous article. For example: “You play with fire and you’ll never win” matches fire and quills being ineffective against the wraith soldiers, and Bristleback playing with the fight, as well as meaning beside the narrative. The temporal theme of the Terminator that Caliborn drew on led to my constant anticipation of the future and awareness of a temporal path I seek to be aligned on; finding the right song can show me where to aim in my life. People like my former dad are already aware that their peers love rap music and similar things because success fantasies are constructed from them. I chose to leave out the drugs and materialism and take the Christian popular rapper Lil Wayne as my role model. I chose to be civilized. Civilization responded by continually producing songs that manifest the meaning of my life as a leading creative.

The psychotic rage of my mom is that she chose to create horrible poverty for her children, and indeed she eventually gave up her claim of being a great mom in favor of being the child herself again, as it is trivially easy to seek assistance from your neighbors especially as a single mother. To “prove” her enormous self-opinion she refused all assistance and sought to avoid letting people learn about her children, constantly moving from place to place to literally avoid charity. The misogyny of /co/ was said to be that “women are all horrible insane demons” as my mom perverted the desire for competition and merit that I loved all my life to feed her ego. A liberated woman takes things that belong to her family and society - like taking her kids to sports, as I would have liked - and uses them for her own pleasure, and the more liberation the less purpose and less sanity there is to these things. Which was a desecration of my family line, motivated by incoherent remnants of family drama from decades ago even my mom doesn’t remember, but she still lashes out at her kids and mom over it. This created a cursed state for myself that inspires my depiction of demons and the undead. I sought to punish the women of society for having such a deranged attitude about competition and merit that this derangement became my entire family life, because my family is associated with it. The outrage and severe upsets of the animation community and other art communities like the young artists of /ic/ were my tools for pushing a mature attitude about those things - indeed, like I was being an abstract dad whipping communities for their childishness about competition and merit in the abstract. “How dare you say one artist is objectively better than another” was a pleasant mainstream delusion that came at the expense of Italian-Americans. And so all women who perpetuated such norms and expectations of how to treat young artists and the fans created the hell of my childhood in part, those responses that seemed pleasant to them the taunts of demons towards my life. And so, suicide, identity death, and medication is prescribed to someone like me so people do not see how poorly-constructed society creates hell for certain types of families that motivates the paths of their kids, which may be very troublesome for society, especially with a civilized mind like mine.

This combines Terminator lines. I said “baby” frequently to seek connection with Coelasquid, which signaled my brutal mind behind my cute exterior, a neglected behavior when it came to animation, but at least it worked through friendship connections. batty’s tomboy nature can be easy to miss so I like to see her emphasize it. Batty gets real excited after my previous article, making very meaningful posts to me. My spidery brain intertwines threads of her well-being that came together:

Halo Head takes off on /co/. It would be a useful ability to construct fan communities for /co/ threads, one I used for Homestuck General and other threads Batty participated in. But of course ipgd and batty respect my individuality to support their careers immaterially, like a wife, while the animation community were not willing to grant my intelligence, or ethereal existence, or masculinity, or expertise required. To know things like how animation fan communities function was rejected. To advance the interests of artists in the thread like the artists in Batty’s life or the talent that came straight from 4chan to Hussie was rejected, as that causes art to flourish outside of the industry.

Obviously, her community has a heavy presence on 4chan. The dysfunction of art communities was fueled by their heavy reliance on development through 4chan, pretending this didn’t happen and then embarking on careers that decayed. As in my Wraith King story, that decay itself is one of my calling cards, as I like the undead.

Clear heavenly intelligences are seen as dozens of different major projects used my brain as a creative processor, causing enormous stress and paralysis for over a decade. There was rebuke from The Divine for how they chose to use relationships, art and the internet, and also other spiritual intelligences, setting up a vast error.

batty - rather than decaying - progresses to things other artists have not done before, like her rapid commissions, great expression (down to the weather in the background, a concept Ren and Stimpy started to grow from its abstract backgrounds which I like, out of my lifelong fondness for weather) and characters which are both strongly personal and strongly archetypal.

This reflects batty replacing my best friendship with ipgd, and the mystery of her opinion of this, which I don’t know beyond rejecting “being jealous of herself”

This is powered largely by finalizing heterosexual relationships in art, creating liveliness in the art like in a marriage. Simultaneously, her lgbtq relations exhibit the best aspects of that community, like posting really weird memes that relate to myself.

The concept of the “Last Man Standing” is an extremely profound one to be revealed in Hauntlyre, but also fits myself surviving the gauntlet which thousands of others failed, showing that even the most Tumblr of millennial female artists prefers proper artistic masculinity to the clusterfuck of politics. My “”””””male peers”””” struggle to tolerate even someone like Coelasquid making King of the Hill, and some of them must know her webcomic, so they simply prefer a very degraded and basic masculinity to her sensitive, nuanced, and self-aware depictions of masculinity. I knew that she did not have an issue with my political beliefs due to her passion for Hank Hill, so I broached the subject of her community abusing me with politics on the basis of her neglected genius. The Ren and Stimpy “community” is structured by people who like the world the way it is. Zoomers screamed about “groomers” after conceding my invention of Cosmic Theology as if it becomes publicly famous now, that community and every other community must be regarded as nasty-ass groomers who pretended not to be aware of my hot streak towards inventing the new philosophy.

This is one of my childhood behaviors that served no particular purpose at the time.

It took nothing more than the strongest conviction to keep the world I knew as a child: the world I saw God created. Not nostalgia for old feelings about MLKJr., but rather it was better to embarrass myself with theories of aliens and elves and what they say about the Divine, than to be immune to criticism in political discussions. The same path as CS Lewis, the same path as JRR Tolkien. And so, I can create new things like theirs.

I chose to keep engaging with my opponents through text alone rather than use my ability to draw characters like the ones developed in my artistic presence, a decision I now change. This forced them to concede the value of intellectual discussion whose absence killed intelligible discussion of how to understand art, as careerists loved until they became like frustrated toddlers incapable of stringing together a coherent sentence about their issues with me.

An expression of my feelings about tormenting the Deltarune community, sure to be loved by girls

My Riot username, complete with an armored character to show how real my “squirtle otherkin” identity still is. The nonsense of my enemies is that narratives of my “cruelty to lgbtq etc. youth in 2012” won’t work, I literally affirmed my own identity in their identity system, it’s real in a sense, and still is. I wasn’t making up random bullshit, the “ability was mine” to make fun of how stupid woke was as tumblr users said at the time. Hence developed a bizarre psychosis about my ability to mute, which rhymes with cute for a reason, the only reason to hate it is because they wanted to spew garbage to degrade society.

As I will continue to explain in my next podcast, the joy of being an individual is not complete without previous individuals and neighboring individuals. To sever completely guaranteed lgbtq as a political bloc of people with incurable mental illness of their individuality whose clues can be found in your parents, bad or good. Myself and ipgd naturally excel at evaluating parents and I enjoy frustrating people to make them struggle to improve themselves without otherwise knowing how. We were menaced so that mental illness could be weaponized to “legitimize” the 7 deadly sins. The degree of the desperation was such that I became completely disconnected from every other person so I could not use my genius brain to diagnose types of lgbtq from their personal origins, from their personality traits and thought process and such.

This is gooning about aggravating my various spiritual wounds being policed. The reason I attacked the Deltarune community again. They know what they do, this is an expression of the collective mind of shithead fans. This member of the Ren and Stimpy community made me dizzy by claiming he fixed Kris’s social life. This comes from my awareness of doing such things for me, leading to a search for evidence. This is a process for understanding things like “feeling less or more gender” by forming methods of analyzing your feelings and reactions. The absence of these methods amongst lgbtq Deltarune fans means they don’t realize their derangements about “becoming a parent of a nonbinary kid” have attained a quality of deserving mercykilling, so I can start to have a normal social life now that their stupid culture isn’t in the way.

I was left to struggle with really simple traits like enjoying people struggling to communicate simply because they were so inconvenient. The hideousness of the worst lgbtq memes was such that I did not want to point them out to anybody, but now I do. That’s the kind of thing you get with complete freedom of expression from severely sick (all senses of sick) individuals.

Calling Toby my name while invoking Death Note - an infamous dispute on /ic/, which becomes retroactively hilarious as encouraging ipgd to be a good girl who doesn’t do immoral things while empowering my writing - is the kind of fandom awful fans seek to prevent, so they have power instead of the creatives, and so they don’t have to see a community of honoring them. Heaven is seen in places, Hell in others. I seek to control Heaven and Hell on Earth, through correcting the expression of communities.

The Ren and Stimpy community was outraged by my desire to restrain lgbtq, ranting about it over the 2010s through memes and discourse and “jokes”. That’s being angry at nature. The nature of having a broken identity or an identity in need of being replaced. Their blind idiocy could not grasp that’s what I was already experiencing with ipgd before they gayly ruined it. It’s supposed to be one of my gummy — gmmmmmm mmhhccccffdgsgg — funny contradictions, being so boldly masculine and yet eager to get restrained by the exactly right girl, just as batty reflects. Now I don’t have to worry about my parents anymore. I can just work on some Pell Grant and Nancy Drew jokes to tell. I do not have to burn down society to feel better as lgbtq do. I can just feel better and better about proof of my best friend being as special as I think she is piling up, eventually high enough that even the stupidest males will feel ashamed.

This reflects batty copying my personality. in combination with the yearning of the /co/ thread, it exhibits a desire for me to be around that provokes internal struggling and scrambling

I knew there was something special about my sayonara line for that war story. My confused feeling indicates additional intelligences that create “my” stories, intelligences that I have strong feelings for encountering now that I’m more real of a person, after my spiritual visions showed the intensity of being the Last Man Standing means my own person is a vast adventure with many characters just in itself. Wordplay with foreign languages shows skeletal connections, for an internal power that defended me during a long word-based war. I don’t care how long it takes for random gay (but not lgbtq) retards to see it, the emotion is already real