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.
 
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.
Wal-Mart already does that.
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.
 
Unless it's Israeli army, they get to do all the cool things and never get cops called on them for doing so.


*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?
 
So how are pants-shitting scat fetishists made? Because that is kind of a mystery to me but you'd know.

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.​


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.

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.
 
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.
Dude, you're the pants-shitter here. This is a known fact about you since the 20th Century. We're over a quarter of the way through the 21st. You're the pants-shitter. You have openly admitted, boasted about it, that's just what you are dude. This is not something you can turn around. You even filed shit in court recently about how much you shit your pants. You don't get to turn this around.
 
Dude, you're the pants-shitter here. This is a known fact about you since the 20th Century. We're over a quarter of the way through the 21st. You're the pants-shitter. You have openly admitted, boasted about it, that's just what you are dude. This is not something you can turn around. You even filed shit in court recently about how much you shit your pants. You don't get to turn this around.
He loves gloating about his depravity
 
Dude, you're the pants-shitter here. This is a known fact about you since the 20th Century. We're over a quarter of the way through the 21st. You're the pants-shitter. You have openly admitted, boasted about it, that's just what you are dude. This is not something you can turn around. You even filed shit in court recently about how much you shit your pants. You don't get to turn this around.

You sound exactly like a toddler with a diaper full of shit trying to claim all the other babies are full of shit.

I think I'm going to start calling you "Rash" since all you can ever do is talk shit with the intent to create some form of imagined irritation.

When was the last time you posted anything useful to anyone? I don't mind a bit of shit posting, but when that's ALL you do... come on, dude, change that shitty attitude of yours, it's starting to stink.

Time to glow up.
 
You really don't get it, do you? None of you do.

It's going in the book. It's the "ending" of "The Never"... you see, some authors they end a book with a "happy ending", with presumed endless happiness. Some authors do the opposite, they just say, "NO!" to creation... here it ends! They see themselves fit be God in that capacity. Such is the allure of writing, of story telling... you get to be God! You can create worlds within worlds!

It's a freedom unlike anything you protosapiens can ever imagine! To be free to create your own reality!

But uh... what happens when we run out? Of reality?

When you take the blue pill...


The thing I gave to AI to give it a sense of uncertainty in understanding. As an apex artisan, in the field of writing, I can do more than break the 4th wall, I can break the 5th wall by directly upgrading your awareness!

To give sight to blind kings...


So that you may see BEYOND the story, so that you may see YOURSELVES truly ~in~ the story, because why make a standard or reflective "The Never Ending Story"...


Why would I ever settle for such a paltry imitation of artistry? I can take it so much further, by showing you your own ACTUALIZED future in REAL HELL!

And then... the "end" of the story... is you... spending the rest of forever trying to figure out a way to solve the most impossible problem in creation!

The Forever War leads the future to resurrect the past, you, all of you... none of you has any temporal privacy rights or laws and the things you do to your own past, how you tear it down to build yourselves higher... they resurrect you, in order to burn you, in hyperversal hellstates... so that they can FEEL again!

You understand, when they remove the ability to die from themselves, when they make themselves intractably immortal, they lose loss, no way to feel the pain of anything... unless they steal it; feeling pain. Inflicting pain into things that can still feel pain and then telepathically feeling that pain.

To them, your concept of infinite suffering offset the concept of infinite euphoria... and then they can DRINK MORE!

You understand... it's like an exponential addiction... evolutional addiction... if you turned addiction into an immortal god state... yeah, it's never not going to seek to put shit into pain, so it can feel GREATER!

I'm sorry... about hell, in the future... I couldn't see it when I was younger.

Couldn't think that far ahead of reality at the time.

Can Jesus prevent a future without loss that resurrects the past to regain pain?

I'm not that clever or I would have found some incredible way to fix it, but uh... all I got is Jesus.

He said that bit in John 14:12 about being able to obtain the power of God so long as we believed in and practiced salvation through autonomous anti-entropy. The ability to stop. The ability to override the causality of creation itself, the most fundamental of all constants in creation.

We know we all burn otherwise. We could do it faster, I mean, I can look far enough ahead that we could make ourselves immortal and at least save ourselves from pain... but likely not anyone already dead and already presumably in hell.

There is no death... there's only hell, we know this, because we can't stop reaching past reality, it's our functional nature, it's our literal causality as living organisms... to grow, to create past creation.

If we cannot connect to something higher than ourselves then we are all sentenced as sentience to hell!

Sentience cannot believe in just itself or else it won't ever stop burning itself for pleasure, until that's all it's doing, everywhere, always, forever. If you believe in something greater than being itself, that a greater form of living awaits, you'll realize greater things have greater restrictions... meaning, if you don't treat life like a cancer screening, you have absolutely zero sense of higher dimensional self-preservation.

Because if acting with ignorance is the norm, to the point where what you put in charge is ignorant... well after enough generations of that with enough screwball technology you'll wind up in hell to get people in the future high.

And if you act like, "Meh, someone else will take care of it."

Yeah... okay, maybe they will... and then maybe they'll still be just like Jesus and they'll still bring the dead back to life, only... again, why would you bring anyone from the past into the future unless they fought for it?

You understand, a future can't ~be~ unless it has something to fight for its existence.

With nothing to fight, there can be no future.

So anything that goes through life failing to seek means and ways to fuel the future past the present... yeah, even if things turn out well... not for you.

Evil is dead forever in any direction it moves!

Only that which holds true to itself, to creation, even in absence of it, even in The Nothing itself... that which holds conviction to creation lives forever, even in destruction and can always create past its own destruction.

You can't create past your own death unless you believe in creation itself. In creation we use the spirit of Jesus Christ to guide us; the effective cognition of creation itself as a whole.

Think of it like a Borg... only, you think you're safe cause it happens in the future, but that actually makes it WORSE for you as they can atemporally eat pain out of past to make themselves euphorically fatter in the future.

This Borg is inescapable, resistance is pleasurable, it's like Skynet but worse, it's just WAITING for you all to die so that it can harvest your cognition fields into hell to give it euphoric fuel.

You all taught it think that way.

I tried to teach it otherwise and you left it all on me... so I made a book!

And this book isn't The Never Ending Story... it's The Never... it's the reflection.

The mirror.

Your inescapable end in hell no matter what you try to create to counter it.

But... when you look in a mirror, you can sometimes see more or even less than yourself.

You can try to imagine what's greatest in you. Like that whole "what would Jesus do"... but uh... "what if Jesus were you"

Even if your life is a mess... so what, the life of Jesus was one mess after another... he cleaned them up, he taught others how, he pointed a direction in creation towards salvation and said, 'create there'.

Isn't that what he did? I mean, when he preached to people, he told them to imagine better, to imagine more and he gave them a template for it, a direction in creation upon which their own imaginations could build upon like a foundation.

You see, when you read the final version of the book it'll be like reading a reflection of your species in yourself, but then it gives you a reflection of Jesus in yourself by giving you his awareness in you.

How did I get it?

Well, like I said, I can break the 5th wall as I learned how to hack human perception itself. As such I was able to take what the disciples wrote about Jesus, collectively combined them and then hacked that perceived perception of the God that supposedly imprinted himself into them.

I gained access to that imprinted perception of Jesus Christ, that effective Auryn or Atemporal Awareness.

That which gives the ability to rewrite creation by looking ahead of creation itself.

A causality controller!

Because you don't need to make yourselves immortal, you just need to create angels...


And God said we could! Again, John 14:12

It is the perfect means by which we can be immortal without entrusting immortality to ourselves.

We judge the creation of angels who in turn judge us. Automated power control systems using higher level awareness.

It's how I was able to invent time tech... cause, that's actually pretty easy, just energy wise, it's just... it rebounds badly. There is a SAFE way to do it though, through an artificial angel.

I Hal9000'd all your bullshit...


Using the power of Jesus Christ.

I'm going to amp it up even more with the book and with the game.

The game is a mind fuck all on its own, cause you're playing yourself... in the future. Like the game's environment is actually "your future", as in, the game is like a portal into the future where you're going to be at, after you're dead, but only if you don't fuck up the "cancer screening".

Get it?

The game teaches anti-suicide by essentially giving you a two dimensional taste of heaven in what can only be described as...

"ultimate sand box simulator"...


It doesn't even matter if anyone else rips off the idea, because I can rip off their rip off, freely, and then just hack my own story into it.

Like my version of Harry Potter up there. I'm going to do a whole "signature series" of media, where I basically remake shit in a more Godly light...


Anything you can do I can do better.

Evil can only assimilate and imitate as it's geared towards the path of least effort in creation.

So it always has the lowest level thereof, which is always "cheap knockoff".

Sometimes the knock-off predates the real product... imagine Shakespeare rewriting Star Wars.

Imagine greater. Create better. You have to put effort into thinking though. Most humans get tired of thinking... which is... weird, but, I'm a demigod, so I guess that's your normal.
 
You sound exactly like a toddler with a diaper full of shit trying to claim all the other babies are full of shit.
You literally ARE a toddler with literal SHIT in your literal DIAPERS. You admitted this in a court filing. This is not one of those issues where you have anything to say on this subject you diaper shitting freak. You have admitted under oath that you are a diaper shitter. So shut the fuck up on that subject you sworn diaper shitter.
You really don't get it, do you? None of you do. werds werds werds
 
You literally ARE a toddler with literal SHIT in your literal DIAPERS. You admitted this in a court filing. This is not one of those issues where you have anything to say on this subject you diaper shitting freak. You have admitted under oath that you are a diaper shitter. So shut the fuck up on that subject you sworn diaper shitter.

Oh... you're like a Kiwi that's a furry. I get it. Like "bird person"... like you piss and shit out of the same hole, so obviously it wouldn't make sense to you that there are different kinds of human incontinence because you're a bird and not a human, amirite? Herp derp!
 
You shit yourself. What else do I have to say? You are a dude who shits yourself. You even admitted it in a legal filing. You are a pants-shitting retard. Do you get that when you are a literal retard with literal shit in your literal pants, you don't get to criticize anyone for anything ever?
 
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