The goat-Jemima double-act is entertaining. One, a life long Densa member, hoping that an association with philosophy will rub off on it and make it appear more intelligent, the other believing it is reviving the eternal philosophy of the ancients, to compensate for its feelings of insecurity and exclusion from the modern world.
We are entering a phase of degeneracy…one where children can chop off their breasts or penis, because they are “trapped in the wrong” body - their sex not aligned with their gender.
This is normalized.
We are living in an age where hypocrite conduct mental acrobatics to escape the reality of racxe…claimnig, for example, that human IQ developed entirely in Africa, and then stopepd…for tens of thousands of years…the body affected by the mind remaining immune to environmental stressors.
We live in an er where freedom is glorified and then free-will denied…implying that all is fated, and part of some divine plan.
We live in a world of victims that seek victimizers.
Messiahs seeking slaves to liberate; sufferers to relieve.
This has happened many times before, but never this way…history repeats but never in exactly the same way.
Technology is the main factor.
Degeneracy is a symptom. Sexual degeneracy has always been a symptom of decadence and a symptom of civilizational collapse.
The demographic consequences, alone, contribute to what is declining.
An end of the world?
No…an end of a worldview, that feels to those born and raised under its dominion, as an end of the world.
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…another… who has no idea of what I am.
Keep em coming dear… keep slaying me with your presumptions, of what my ancestors were.
Don’t bother with …it.
Its sexual issues are driving it insane.
Its already told us everything we need to know…and more.
Let it follow around, like a dog…it feels like it is reliving itself; that it is drawing blood with every nibble.
Its vengeance is towards nature…and how it made it.
Its only hope is… Americanism.
For them, sometimes humans are far too complex to comrehend…and at other times they can be reduced to a few catchphrases.
Double-standards.
When it is hurt …humans are complicated.
When it wants to hurt …they seem so simple.
Plenty of examples of “health” here:
Psychosis of Americanism
Desperate Degenerate Support Group
Diversity is “Strength”…
Lorikeet.
You’re out of line. There are no incels.
I have enough money to buy a prostitute right now as I’m typing this. She’s really pretty too. And young.
Am I an incel for refusing to do that?
Oh no. The pair has turned on each other.
Ec. Quick. We need a hyper dimensional mirror reality. I don’t remember what it does, but we need one!
Lorikeet is just trying to show intelligence.
So I threw intelligence back.
Something smarter than lorikeet.
People are using the term incel to try to wound.
In reality, incels don’t exist. It’s a mass hallucination and psychosis.
If you ever want to know what’s true about structural things…. I’m here to answer your questions.
I’ll tell you another secret about women.
I can buy any one of them on earth.
Wives would do it to help their families.
But me? I can’t be bought because I never wanted to exist.
If the sexiest man alive offered me a trillion dollars to have sex with him, I’d refuse.
I have all the wealth inside of me.
Read my last two messages.
I live off the kindness of others.
I could have all the money if I wanted.
I chose against it.
You judge me for being a dependent.
I have my reasons why I did this.
I never wanted to be, but now I’m back.
One thing people don’t understand is that if you can build it technologically, you can do it by spirit alone.
I had the option of creating mind reading software, remote controlling people without using implants…
Fuck, I can even make a better calendar.
I could be the wealthiest person on earth.
Instead I’m in a mental hospital …
You’ll see it eventually.
Surgery is still an option… I’m not sure why it was never pursued… it would be the sane thing to do.
The other 2… 
Mag and lorikeet.
What to do with you two?
Retarded as fuck. Thinking you’re smart.
Both of you. I have had many curses in my life here.
One was being the smartest person ever.
I know you and lorikeet mag. You are the nihil you complain about.
Last I checked, psychiatric facilities prohibit thier patients from buying prostitutes. But I’m sure it’s much more “spiritual” than that.
It’s an open facility. Obviously I don’t need to be locked down. I live in an apartment with a budget.
My roommate is part of the organization. It’s a step up program not a step down program.
And I can assure you, every penny spent on me was worth it for this species.
Reality as a whole… or… the part it subsumes that is… not finished… in progress…
Like Jimmy Eat World always sings (somewhere, ever since the song’s inception — and in the land beyond time) … “you’re in the middle of the ride”.
Zero to the whole my frens. Don’t let go.
This demon gonna get friggin grizzly.
This is my hairy roommate, Harry.
He is a very low maintenance alpha male. I took a picture of him from the side so that you wouldn’t be intimidated by direct eye contact.
He doesn’t talk much, because he’s a version of human that existed without speech.
A lot of males are still that version of human. Inside their brain.
I suspect everyone here is female.
I’m not sharing Harry.
He can only feel and express one emotion. It’s that face all males make when they’re pretending to listen to you with interest. That face is an actual emotion.
He is a very simple man.
He has 3 forehead wrinkles and 2 smiles (mouth lines— only one of them has crinkles at the ends — the other one is a redundant fake smile).
Fair warning. I’m about to send a picture with direct eye contact.
See? Even when he’s joking, he maintains a straight face. He always states matter-of-factly (with his feet) that he’s just joking, but. His face always says serious.
He’s always on the verge if “genuine interest redundancy of smirk” — it’s very hard to read him, but he says “I’m a very simple man.” With silence.
Ichthus. I break eye contact to make people more comfortable. People like to dominate with eye contact. When I see them do that I look away to protect them. If you’re not a decent person, my eye contact will send you to hell. I don’t have fierce eyes like some have adapted to have. The problem is …. When you look into my soul, I can send you to hell.
It’s the same reason I use a limp hand in a handshake even though I can crush all the bones in their hands with a handshake.
I’m not trying to hurt any of you.