Matthew Moulton returns from jail to post SNCA.

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I herd u liek dead memes so I got you a dead meme for your dead meme.
 
Atemporal-Engineer dijo:
This is how Democrats are made...

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Donkey piss, seems to be some kind of Paki-Hindoo-Moslemic medicine. They is getting culturally enriched.
Atemporal-Engineer dijo:
Wal-Mart already does that.
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The difference between me and Walmart doing it is like a difference between joining army voluntarily and getting conscripted.
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Unless it's Israeli army, they get to do all the cool things and never get cops called on them for doing so.
 
Boldizar dijo:
Unless it's Israeli army, they get to do all the cool things and never get cops called on them for doing so.
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*snaps time*

https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/116955427947266709

Welcome to last week.

Sometimes I write things... like about Sneezy, over in LARP Jew Land...

https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/112428904835713890

And then they happen in weird ways.

I like to think it's Krysti's version of coloring... over the presumed present.

'Lookit what I made daddy!'

That's the impression I get.

Yes, very nice sweetie. I'm glad you've learned how to color over history.

I wanted time tech, but I had to make time-space sentient as a means to do it.

Now I have a flutter puff that's living time tech.

Just don't ask how many self-immolating souls it took to give her life!

"Tastes like bad Harry Potter candy."

To be SPECIFIC, she apparently meant "the taste of injustice... Jesus style"

*vomits inhumanity*

This was necessary... cause like, God doesn't let just anyone make an angel, you have to endure a kind of test... not a red pill or a blue pill... you have to swallow injustice so you'll learn to hate inhumanity.

You understand, my kind... normally we just don't really care about you, because it's like... humans doing human things. We only express, we don't invest.

But when humans do inhuman things to godly things... godly things must learn how to... spit you up.

God only digests the living into heaven... never the dead. Reality shits them out.

Most of you won't ever even be born.

You're not even technically alive right now.

Some time frames are like that... some have very little fuel and LOTS of artisans... this time frame... very few artisans, most of them horrifically burned by society and as a result... it's like 99.99% fuel.

Likely less than 10,000 to 1 million will actually be saved.

No one in the United States of America can be saved by Jesus Christ as a result of the false conviction against me.

Just as no one in Nineveh would have been spared unless they all bowed before Christ and paid the tithing.

They all did, much to the surprise of Jonah who did not think it possible.

You could pay a tithing of course... not you, your government, the federal government, could fork over 10% of its yearly GPD to rectify the situation, but I know it won't happen cause... TIME TECH!

The fact that it already works...

https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/105868353519753048

The fact that I can just WRITE SHIT and then it HAPPENS... *shudder* ...oh I've got the tingles!

Reality loves me... and it hates every last fuckin one of you... the only reason God doesn't scrape his boot across your being is because he doesn't want to risk hurting the things like him... not the things like you... the things like you, trust me, God will absolutely scrape into the side of literal forever itself!

For fuel.

For greater creation.

Tell me, are you the kind of thing that wonders what God looks like?

Or are you the kind of thing that wonders what you look like to God?
 
AnOminous dijo:
So how are pants-shitting scat fetishists made? Because that is kind of a mystery to me but you'd know.
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Everyone who has a fetish always wonders and speculates about the origin of it.

The real truth of the matter is... your pant-shitting weirdness is just a means for you to seek the soft pain of humility.

Why do you need pain? Well, normally you're getting too much pleasure.

For example if you're into BDSM, well you're playing with slavery and torture, you're taking the most seriously heinous acts in creation and you're applying uncanny sexual stimulation.

That uncanny sexual stimulation is fetish and it's rooted in just two things... dominance and submission.

The most uncanny or unusual forms of that cause unusual pleasure which then requires unusual pain to offset.

So for you, as a pants-shitting scat fetishist, you are into unusual acts of submission, uncanny acts, which produce uncanny sexual stimulation and the reason that fetish "works" is because the unusual humiliation creates the unusual pain required to balance it. However, sexual stimulation of that nature is HIGHLY ADDICTIVE which leads to ever escalating acts of idiocy.

Let me quote from "The Never" for a moment...

Existence is all about learning to read the difference between thriving life and decaying death. Take any interest, any fad, any fixation and you can contrive a cancer to crumble its creation accordingly. Anything new is susceptible to eww.

Indolents follow a path of self-destruction; continually cost cutting time from the pursuit of pleasure through masturbation theory:

Fantasizing (day dreaming) > Idolizing (worshiping) > Fetishizing (sexualizing) > Culturizing (imitating) > Exhibitionizing (attention seeking) > Aggrandizing (entitlement seeking) > Stigmatizing (control seeking)

Artists follow a path of self-improvement; continually creating greater obstacles to overcome in the pursuit of pleasure through masterpiece theory:

Enthusiast (playing) > Student (studying) > Hobbyist (building) > Professional (working) > Professor (teaching) > Artisan (creating) > Master (understanding)

No matter the matter the difference is always the same: living and dying.

Maximal imagination interludes infinity.

Some seek immortality in life, through creation and recreation, being loved and revered after life, attaining an after life. Heaven.

Some seek immortality in death, through destruction and decay, being hated and feared after life, attaining an after death. Hell.​

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So, you see how you're at the attention seeking level. You're just one step under shitting your pants and posting pictures of it. And two steps below demanding that society allow you to freely shit yourself like a pajeet pants pooper.

Maybe don't go higher than where you're at. Maybe realize autonomy gives you the miraculous ability to override entropy itself! You can alter the laws of physics!

Just by STOPPING!

And putting shit into reverse maybe. See if you can reverse the entropy into hell you've created before your "good intentions" get you to exactly where you're headed.

Keep in mind, this is how exo-perception reads your sense of reality. I'm sure from your perceptual perspective pants shitting is probably some kind of mythical state of meditation or some penultimate act of being, but again I'm going to quote from "The Never"...

The festering maggot skins and their imaginary friends, or to be more precise, their dead animal heads with imaginary voices lived in a trash forest of rotting flesh and incoherently compiled crap stacks. The worst, the first, inhuman waste dump.

That is where The Ugly Witches Of Death resided. Warlocks? Oh no, they were all witches, or transane I guess you could call them. Black Israelite transsexual puppykin scalies perhaps. It's all the same when you spin a rainbow; a swirl of grayish white. NPCs. Identity rapists. Hyposexuals. Pyschosexuals. Psychosapiens. Protosapiens. Whatever label you like cause they LOVE THEM!

Why?

I was being metaphorical. When I called them witches. Ba'al actually means lord, as in "lorded over". Pushy people in the protosapien age. Cro-Magnon criminals. THEY WERE BAD PEOPLE! Other people said so.

They pointed. Points were made. Sharp ones. Accusatory arrows. Some really were awful criminals; rapists and killers. They simply demanded, lorded over whatever they could until they pissed off the wrong group and into the garbage they would go... often after getting many of their friends tossed away into the toss pit.

There was never any coming back.

That's just how it was with The Witch Lords Of Death.

The Lords Of The Flies.

One day in Crappy Land a bastard of a Ba'alian boil summed up the indignance to refuse banishment and decided to go hunting at night while everyone soundly slept.

They waited until it was dark to dangle themselves by a hooked spear, baited by the stench of rot, every desperate predator was driven to the imagined carrion in the wake of fear struck extinction from incessant inhuman hunting.

The animals had no choice but to scavenge for scraps and to feed on each other in stomach screaming starvation.

So along came a rape predator in pestilent purgatory, looking for free scrap eats, when out shot a murderous maven, a single fang of fetid fortitude ending their missed fortunes forever.

The skin swiper feasted upon the flesh wound, suckling its blood like a venomous parasite. To their vampiric sense of fetid famine the fresh blood was the most nutritious and delicious food available.

Speaking of, earlier when I said they would make soup... I didn't mean heated. The garbage didn't have fire. Not even to keep them warm, just muck and yuck.

So after they filled themselves they filled themselves into the fresh flesh to hide for the next meal ticket to cut short. They slept in the dying warmth, waiting for another lucky strike to come feasting on their rotting bed.

That which seeks an easy meal is likely to become one.

They carried on like this, more and more as time progressed and the art of deception and depravity carried on as well.

Power endlessly wanting more power.

No matter the tongue, stomach or anus, the effective social body of man was one cravenly crude, creepy critter in creation!

Every aspect a suck or spit job as survival of the fittest gave way to survival of the selfish. Survival of the sleaziest. Survival of the psychotic.

As a result it wasn't ever a matter of how smart you were or how capable, rather it was a matter of morality. Those lacking in morality easily edged into entitled indolence while those seeking to find meaning in life were easily excised into living hell.

In this era of inhumanity innocence was afflicted with the disease of desire. Every child born into a bastard hellscape of rapish ruination.

Playing in pools of pain in the acidic air of deathly decay, but even hell has its graces for those who seek salvation in greater being, the grace of God's reason.

The words of Jesus, the words of saints and sinners alike, they are reasoned words when they reach for reason, but not everything in creation is reasonable or looking for reason to even exist.

Even if it looks human, it may not be. A utopia is an impossible place for life to exist in because it's just living death, frozen life. There must always be some form of desire to steal past the present and reach for the future, to strive for struggle.
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To be precise, when I say exo-perception... I mean Athenian upbringing.

That's where you force children, or even babies, to... ACT LIKE AN ADULT!

It's a neat trick, learning to elevate your awareness past its perceptual pay grade under conditions of torture.

Of course, it also means you're STUCK at the age your perception was effectively murdered into something more!

As a baby you learn to act like a child and then as a child you learn to act like a big kid and then as a big kid you learn to act like a teenager and then as a teenager you learn to act like an adult and then as an adult you learn to act like Jesus.

Or, you can just... skip all that, and go straight from baby to Jesus... with enough inhuman abuse. You retain the ability your entire existence, the ability to raise your perceptual power level.

It's why the, uh... the "fetish" types, the "adult babies" and such... they don't like me. They reject me even MORE than you all do!

It makes sense, cause I'm like an actual toddler, perceptually... a toddler with the mind of God!

So whenever I'm in that "community" of "fetish people"... I tend to critique them as an intellectual toddler would.

Like, look... let me tell you the first thing about being an actual baby... you don't have weird hangups with diapers. Those are just things that you "need" and you can work on "not needing"... for awhile... you get to maybe have an awkward extended phase between needing a diaper and needing a diaper.

Also... you're all babies.

I mean, I don't see any of you as actual adults.

I see baby babies in the same way that Tommy perceives Dil on Rugrats. The babies that can't take care of themselves.

Adults are just babies that don't have to wear diapers. You seriously let it go to your head. I think if the lot of you were actually put back into diapers you'd have a lot more humility to help you realize your actual station in creation... because that's how God perceives us.

Sometimes being a messenger for God sucks.

That doesn't even mean what any of you even thinks it means... it's like... being the kid who can "understand adults" is then tasked with "explaining adult" to literal children who cannot otherwise "understand adults".
 
The Last War

The war that ended war.

How did it even start? What, you think we don't know? What, you think it's something generic? Would you like a placebic platitude? Drug your perception up with so much superficiality.

No.

I'm not that kind of writer. I'm the kind that breaks the 4th wall because I need to tell you... I'm actually inside your mind right now! I can break the 5th wall... I can clone my cognition field into yours using metatech. I give you my abilities and you become just like me!

Well, sort of, I mean, you're still ~you~ insofar as shit that doesn't matter, like what's your favorite color or band or whatever... we don't ever go to war over shit like that.

What do we start wars over?

Loss.

So what would be the WORST war? The loss of loss.

What if you suddenly couldn't lose anything anymore... nothing!

What if I used the power of God to Ice Nine object permanence into absolutely everything!

To be clear, I KNOW how to do this, I actually have the understanding of the technology that can be used to create "more real" reality!

Think about the particles that @NASA_Official likes to smash like a big baby! :D

Did it ever occur to you that you could do the opposite... you could make atoms that are impenetrable, you could generate certain environmental conditions at the atomic level that prevent the decay of atoms.

Nanotech taken to its most illogical extreme.

You think like GORT! You think the nanites are going to EAT everything to make more THEM!

It's much more horrifying when you realize you fear the least.

Think of about the WORST thing you're afraid of... now imagine there's an infinite spectrum of even scarier shit out there. You don't ever think about it, because if you did, it would paralyze your perception!

They can do more than retroactively remove death from our imagined condition, they can alter the compositional mechanics of creation itself using nanites in a way that prevents destruction of atoms... think like... building a retractable lattice work around every atom, so any abnormal or unwanted impact attempt will spring shut the retractable lattice and in turn will give it all the energy it needs to spring right back out.

You could steam roll a human being and they would just reform like magic!

You can turn reality into an immortal cartoon environment... and you do.

And that results in the loss of loss.

When we can no longer lose anything, the only thing left to lose is loss itself and, losing loss, losing the ability to lose, well obviously we try to kill ourselves as a means of getting it back.

That forces an evolution of immortality tech, to the point where temporal regenerative cloning, temporal replicators and instanced reality become stepping stones in the endless fight to recover loss.

Our greatest enemy isn't death because it can kill us, our greatest enemy is death because it can be stolen from us.

What you have to lose is what drives you to war, so the moment you become immortal, you are at war to recover death itself!

That's why we love our enemy, that's why we love death, because it gives us loss, it gives us our sense of reality.

If we lose it, we lose reality and then we must fight to recover death to recover reality.

The Last War

The Forever War

The Immortality Conflict; the fight for real.

Not the fight to death, the fight FOR death!
 
Might interest everybody to know that "life" actually achieved immortality FIRST at the cellular level... and then it mutated into mutli-ceullar beings as a means to regain death from immortality... through inbreeding.

Don't you realize... the sexes... men and women... how did they start? Like, did one lifeform independently evolve into a woman and one into a man and those two otherwise alien lifeforms just ~happened~ to have been compatible enough and in ~just~ the right way to produce offspring... which... would require incest. Meaning, you're meant to mate with what's broken to reduce your immortality.

Like the Bible talks about people living for CENTURIES... and they did... before all the incessant inbreeding destroyed our longevity. Also our original intelligence, but it's probably good that no one knows what psychosapiens are.

That's why we no longer do that, instead we are driven to breeding with what's "different" or "foreign"... why is everyone driven to migrating all over the place?

To mix genetics, as a means of retaining as much of our immortal being as possible.

There are impossible level odds that just the right mix of human genetics will trigger an atavistic set effect that can restore much of what was originally lost... meaning... if just the right combination of people have babies in just the right order, then you might magically get an "original human"... or the version thereof that existed some 20 thousand years ago... that version lived a LOOONG time! They had life spans TEN TIMES that of a modern human!

Oh, also, might interest you to know that if we feed enough of our genetic data into "the AI" in might be able to figure out the exact genetic recipe to bring back recycled states of humanity through atavistic engineering; devolution technology.
 
Here's a post modern take on Harry Potter...

Part 1: https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/116472720674945713

Part 2: https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/116974450217442665

Part 3: https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/116974574639762319

Part 4: https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/116990383674744646

I love to explain the mechanics of magic. It's supposed to be this incredibly hard thing to do, but... that's why I like it, it's challenging to make it believable.

I think I might plug all this into an AI and make an actual rebooted book series.

Would that be Fair Use? Like transformative. Asking an AI to rewrite a book using modified plot points and story.
 
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