Why Some People Struggle to Care About Artwork

This easily makes sense if Italians excel at embodying other cultures. ipgd called me a “style biter,” being a good girl identifying what makes me special right away, rather than refraining completely or only doing so as a special reward for success, the Millennial female norm. Dropping out of high school facilitated this natural sense, which people are trained out of with “anti-bigotry colorblind” rules, etc. Leaving them stumbling for connection and identity I excelled at automatically, so people mutilated my soul out of jealousy, like by perverting their impressions of my art:

A Smiledog visual from the new movie, and as usual for Smiledog visuals it feels like me right now. Tumblr culture prized “being seen” as in using certain neopronouns. My style made people uncomfortable as is my grand identity design; my current state is as a machine reconstructing its own savagery. Soon, my metathinking will pass away, which people interpreted as “forgetting” or never thinking it in the first place when I did this before more primitively, but my Substack made clear I had extremely high-minded thoughts about things like ipgd’s identity. Hussie commissioning a painting from her of Arquius and Davepeta enshrined the process of myself analyzing her identity while lost in a mix of connection with him and me as a focal point of Homestuck itself. My high-minded thoughts include women confusing myself in this process as having been “humbled” or “normalized,” instead of my super cool soul entering its robotic form to process their attempts to wrongfully interact with my primal form; ipgd likes me for being an eternal brat, like Starscream, so they must be defeated into accepting my cuteness, or be freaked out by my immaterial facelessness, exposing layers of intelligent protective “symbiote” identities that form my combined mental experiences.

Protestant culture encouraged following social norms, yet was eager to expose the primality of individuals through their sexual habits and visuals. Seeking to break public perception through the incongruity with conformity, and their stunted understanding of sexuality. Lgbtq swooped in as controlled opposition, all with the ultimate goal of fucking up individual development beyond recognition, compared to how it should be. Leftists loved to brutalize the natural identity and its development. But an icon like HH becomes part of the personal expression of fans, and people prefer his colorful character to becoming a Pronouns Person, and the societal pleasures they gatekeep either wither or escape their grip, as HH is inherently appealing, and so they sought to prevent me from becoming like him by doing their best to starve my personality, yet now leading personalities are linked to me daily.

“I rule!” was one of my catchphrases in my Squirtle era, now defining her princess identity. Deep Blue Sea unveils what people missed out on my skipping my upcoming eras like being haunted by Smiledog, “Charmander.” Their reaction is processing.

Speaking of ipgd valuing metamorphosis synchronizes with the awaited metamorphosis, my thinking and interconnected personal natures entwined with her webcomic, my bondage affinities batty enthused for a power for creating cocoons, that she finds engrossing, perfect links.

This reflects me previously discussing males getting psychologically blocked by cancel culture. I became extremely unimpressed as my ease of making female friendships is not for bullying average boys in the name of feminism. I like it when they are stunned to realize - despite extraordinarily unlikely circumstances for this - I have lots of female approval, so they give up their complaints. It is my nature to live like this. My nature became completely diseased to see how males were being treated by Tumblr feminists. Traumatized into seeking to fix how they were treated perpetually. And so I adopted Caliborn misogyny rather than accept my innocent showmanship of becoming top dog by impressing girls being corrupted in any way, earning respect of males.

This reflects my friendship style that enchanted batty for my savagery against her field. One special princess, an unusual yet blatant appeal. Same as for ipgd, but it created unmanageable disaster of people taking the offense I caused seriously, rather than focusing on who and what I did it for. And so lgbtq fight hard against their suffering over the heterosexual heart of Homestuck-Deltarune.

Interacting about marriage jokes leads to directly reflecting me taking the side of neither the left or the right, and discussing being born to be top dog. An extremely heterosexual experience, which boys expect adulthood to be like because of childhood cosmic consciousness that leads them to enjoy comics and cartoons. The result being just this, developing social consciousness together, which is very satisfying; another follower with a taped mouth shows they appreciate her special memes about being blocked, my own subculture defiled by dumbass animation students refusing to accept my communication/personal style and memes as if I would reset my whole person, showing how hard their elders avoided cognitivizing how obvious it is that I have a lot of popular admirers who were eager to get closer without their insanity.

I need to share sketches, quick paintings, etc, as part of my non-industrial artistic process. Which has both individual and general traits of embracing your own organic creativity with other artists rather than reproducing industrial norms. People insulted my “skill” when I am merely making a step towards showing my actual skill (hence me primitively repeating “its a sketch” as I could not explain the actual problem) made gay interpretations, etc to impede this process, no childish slight but sabotage of my process of forming my normal style, so I did not use it. Without it my mind feels like a grey void, I cannot feel the bodies I draw, etc. This isn't the same as my learning being stalled, my stories have very advanced anatomy in the mechanics and more abstract aspects - my learning just freaked people out, a microcosm of being shocked that God, who inspires immense fear, is creating monster humans.

We live in a time of sin justifying sin: “Boomer prots were bad, so we can be bad in a different way and let our souls rot to get worse like them!” many Millennials sneered in nonverbal communication. Forming art world cliques impervious to outsiders as revenge on Boomers watching TV not caring about their kids. Cliques who demand to be supported by the public they do not love or understand. Again, zoomers enjoyed lashing out at me in isolation instead of my “peers,” used paganistic reasoning of “well, if you cared more about people you wouldn't be so confused about everything!” that fuels their hatred of autistics, etc, and they completely gave up to see Cosmic Theology and me shopping around Deep Blue Sea. ONLY the mind of a top dog who considers the whole of society could make Deep Blue Sea as his first almost-complete story.

Rejecting cosmic theology allowed them to think “that person deserves that” constantly by appraising people they don’t know according to generic types and generic situations. They never considered the existence of parents demanding 1 kid to be fat, because of their sense of the cosmic meaning of that kid, to be passionate about life’s experiences that his parents always spoil.

Rejecting a new branch of Catholic theology involved awareness of what it is, and so a societal tantrum took place to break my soul with its “shell” ability so I lost the ability to experience life or connect with others as people either refused, or did not know how, to activate my experience of the world. Rejecting it created a generation of manchildren and womanchildren who slowly dawn comprehension that they decided as Collectives to dole out punishments like in pagan myth; elders of the zoomers acting like screeching Disney witches which was no larp, just wrestling with how they will be remembered in accurate history. They themselves stupid enough to sincerely believe that I was a talented animation artist who needed to be punished for not doing what the animation community wanted, in a past year, a multiversal branch point of their shameful sin being developed in the end times.

ipgd rejected talent which emphasized that the nature of an individual goes beyond time and space, that my astonishing abilities have retroactive origins that again, people could not handle acknowledging.

My tortures like losing all enjoyment of life (which would not be enough for art community non-believers if unrestrained, they came around in a new wave saying “he sounds fat”) became basis for learning how to restore the soul from a destitution of internal life. Caliborn a symbol of this, ipgd guiding the culture towards genuine compassion despite her feminine volatility towards things like myself ensuring that I am not remembered badly by males of 2012, that is key to my star character The Commander for our Mechanica project.

Zoomers failed to realize I did not call on Jesus to save me from evil because my “peers” chose to embrace evil to show up Boomer sanitization with its heretical character, so I needed to manage it like by accepting the horrendous psychology of lgbtq into my soul as an organic processor for Homestuck, Hazbin, Steven Universe, etc. I didn’t need to watch the shows, just the psychology fans were spreading around on social media, absorbing it into my horror mind. Their delusion that lgbtq was “cute and compassionate” came only after years of myself shocking people with my analysis of their group psychologies, giving feedback to people like the Homestuck team artists on 4chan and VivziePop, and making assholes realize their old tactics were not going to work anymore, the public was wising up. When you like to laugh about how bad you are, doing this kind of thing, turning your own soul into an absolute nightmare that gets girls prying about what it’s doing to you, is what you should have actually done in 2013, not form a clique of assholes making lame jokes about Christians and spreading porn memes.

An obvious-seeming ipgd post in a John K thread, dril symbolized my disconnection from ipgd as his biggest fans through OJ Simpson, a rampaging ape, and in other ways. This praises me for performing an epic misogyny in cosmic anticipation of the Tea app, such moves the joys of my internalized life in the 2010s. I resented Tumblr women for seeking to skip past awkward boys to Billionaire cryptid men with thrilling sexual habits, and acting on my resentment isn't so much for ipgd (who became attached to a boy with no money) but rather part of my showmanship to illustrate the inferiority of other Millennial females, with the astounding finale of making my spiritually billionaire cryptid status rational, while developing licit expressions of sexuality in new ways.