That’s your revenge. My revenge is keeping you alive until I die forever.
Do you really think you’re smart Ichthus?
I have every galaxy in my head right now.
Humans are extremely primitive by the way.
…have you considered a power nap?
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Hebrews 10 puts an end to Sisyphean sacrifice.
Ok let’s move on.
To move on. Women only have sex with war.
Men are more intelligent than women. To a certain extent.
Women gossip a lot . They’ll always talk about a man’s penis size and then all of the women want have the new experience of a big dick. They get that luxury because women don’t have try to get sex.
This causes men to be more intelligent than women. More sensitive than women too.
Intelligence than women to/. Intelligence comes from emotion.
I don’t have a ten inch dick. I’m not very interesting. My mind and personality mean nothing to women. I’m always kind to them and they call me an incel to try to get me to commit suicide. Now I’m the king of the cosmos and I have a few things to say to them.
They’re killing millions of men a year.
I’ll add to this. I’ll go to the deepest pit of hell to pull anyone out. Women are like thank you, I’m going to fuck someone else.
Their husbands or boyfriends will run away or have no clue how to pull someone out of hell.
And that’s why this species will die.
.
The internet has done a lot of bad, in that regard… I hear they’re killing the internet off and all online activities will be app-based, so eliminating anonymous access to online activities.
The way forward to a better world? perhaps…
The Internet ruined the world. Now. Being a hyper telepath. I don’t need to internet to know.
I constructed my soul very carefully. I used my subconscious mind to stay entertained instead of being bored forever.
Does it matter that this has never been my experience? Ever?
Does it matter that I both a) don’t want to have to try and b) that I don’t want the stuff you don’t have to try to get?
I’m pretty sure a 10 inch penis is too much penis. Besides, if somebody actually needs that much penis, they make them… and you could have fun with it. Just pretend I’m Dr. Ruth right now ‘cause I’m basically older probably.
I think you’re hilarious and intelligent, but what does my opinion matter? Because I have a bad memory and you can tell me things 500,000 times over and over again, and I will be just as amazed and laugh just as strong as before. Although sometimes I do have a good memory, but it’s not reliable.
Also, because of my previous problems that I already mentioned, I don’t have a husband or a boyfriend. But I do live with (rent from) my parents, and if you’re not cool with them, they might run you off …and I’d let ‘em.
I’m not in hell. If I am, I like it here (count it all joy), so I don’t need you to pull me out, however, I do on occasion like to go see a movie and it would be nice if you lived closer so that we could go together, and afterwards, maybe we could have coffee and have frighteningly weird conversations that raise people’s eyebrows & make their ears perk up?
I want to see Red One. Or you could just play piano. I can think of some other things that are in line with the golden rule if everything went all the shit and we didn’t have anyone to answer to. Part of me feels like that’s already the situation. But the part of me with discernment says I’m just fooling myself with the entire post and why am I even talking to you right now?
My current housemate is the sweetest smartest guy. He just got divorced at the tender age of 29.
He gave me a compliment. He told me he’d live with me more than anyone on earth.
I can’t brainwash a person that smart.
I genuinely make him smile a lot. He’s not a misogynist by the way.
I plan to treat him to watching the magnificent 7 with me.
My housemate is like me. He doesn’t talk until he has something to say.
Very sweet man.
I hope he talks all the way through that free movie you treat him to from within the depths of Tartarus.
I’m going to let you let me pull you out of hell by visiting me and seeing a real movie. You can die while you’re still alive. That never killed anybody.
Also, most of the music you share makes me gag unless you actually played it yourself.
Next.
Ichthus.
Next is very simple.
2 million men a year commit suicide because it’s impossible for women to have sex with protectors of their souls or generally kind sweet men.
I’m going to have to send you all to hell.
When I explained how to send nobody to hell.
Everyone got mad at me.
There is a loneliness epidemic. But you know what really gets my goat, burns my bacon, and chaps my hide?
Married men who have no excuse for loneliness who come into a room where one is very happy to be alone …and tap your freaking foot.
I need a bodyguard. Delusional men pick up on me. I think being married might make them delusional? Perhaps a married man could speak on behalf of all other married men on why most married men are freaking idiots? You could be my bodyguard just by letting me call you my boyfriend. However, I would never do such a thing if you didn’t visit me first.
…but I want you to come with a complete background printout that proves you’re not married.
You won’t. …but I’d let you if you did.
I have lots of responsibilities Ichthus.
I don’t have travel to meet you.
I can bring my soul into your life and vice versa.
Pretty sure that’s already a thing.
Pretty sure you just soul-zoned me.
I look after every soul.
The reason I’m still here is because you want me for love or hate.
I’m trying to leave all of you.
How is that working out for you?
It saddens me to say this, but go ahead and leave if you want to hurt me, Ecmandu…but don’t turn around… ‘cause your gonna see my heart breakin’… don’t turn around… i don’t wantcha seein’ me cry. Just walk away…
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Actually I can put the question back to you.
People might think it’s really fascinating to talk to god.
If I talked about flank steak recipes, I’d have a beautiful wife and four beautiful kids.
I love all women naked.
I knew when I taught the species that I’d never get to see that…
Some think I made a sacrifice.
It’s not a sacrifice … it’s just how I am.
I’ve heard so many women talk about being taken advantage of. All my sexual prompts have been women who are incapable of consent. I turned all of them down and they thanked me later.
I wanted them with all my heart and soul.
And then I realized women don’t ever have sex with nice people.
I’m smarter than everyone on planet earth.
More intuitive as well.
I lost out on having sex with all my crushes because they only came to me not capable of having consent. When they regained consent. They didn’t have sex with me.
That’s when I knew the species was going to die.
After we die here, our souls move on.
Guard your soul.
I prefer unrequited love. It’s less messy and it keeps me out of trouble. Hey, you asked.
So basically, if this thing’s going to escalate, it’s entirely in your own hands.
How does power feel?