BryPK

Bry the bold and brazen bitch.

[brykp]

Seeing Caine's public meltdown in episode 8 towards the cast all the way.

[snouwelle]

TADC X DBH

[aphractal2]

weird teeth with Caine

[sm-baby]

🔴ANIMATIC - We see you, Caine

[dusklightmod]

Did you at least kiss the brick before you threw it at us like a professional baseball player :<

[sm-baby]

Hey

[world-of-theories]

So you just wrote “FUCK YOU” on the brick instead got it

[brykp]

I have decided to remain an unhappy person so that I can be powerful.

[brykp]

Sometimes, it is the cracks that let light in. Being broken can reveal, more and more, who you are. This is a common fundament for creation mythos (including Christianity). Jesus created the world when he died on the cross. This is an allusion to God's decay being the creation of the world. Quite like the Titan dying and becoming the Boiling Isles in the Owl House.... or Rose Quartz, a God/Star, dying to become (and creating) Steven. Decay can reveal the potential for another true form, or even greater, unexpected power, that was in there in the D.N.A. of said wonderful thing, all along. Think of people who have been traumatized and destroyed only to become very "successful" or powerful later in their life, or the creative power of a fragmented, chaotic, emotionally volatile individual --- (basically a theatre kid, or an artist, or dare I say women, as we are the intermediators between the spiritual realms and physical life as we birth people into the world.) The pain of birthing a child into the world, the mother screaming in pain, the blood, the baby weeping due to coming into the world. Decay is becoming.

[brykp]

We also see this in the growth of a tree ---- its majesty, is in its trunk fractalling apart to form branches. Trees are an image of reality. It's almost as if the tree is decaying upwards and outwards, in a queer way (also like God decaying to create the world.) Same things goes for children --- Jordan Peterson (people are really split on him as an individual, yes I know his university is a scam), said that learning a new thing is basically dying and becoming something new. He was taking apart a scene in a Harry Potter book, wherein said scene is a phoenix being reborn from the ashes, and in some way the phoenix represents Harry Potter as he learned something new and changed. He has also shared a story about a little boy in real life that had to come to terms with saying goodbye to his baby brother, because his brother was growing up and becoming a toddler. This little boy had a dream where the baby fell into a pool of lava and caught on fire, the baby burned to a skeleton, but then his baby brother --- in the form of his toddler stage --- came out of the lava pit. The dream was basically saying the toddler had replaced the baby. He had come to terms with it. We should also take note that animals are representative of death, especially in the Bible where they appear. Think of baby Jesus being born in a manger (a tomb) being surrounded by animals (death). When children are young, we teach them about the animal kingdom. We give them plushies, books about animals, cartoons about animals, and they in turn love animals and monsters. Animals are connected with children in our collective consciousness, our minds and our hearts. I think it is truly because children are better at dying than anybody else --- they grow and they learn really really fast. Childhood is a pivotal age to be constantly dying and growing. Children have a lot of growing pains. Physical, mostly. Teething, and then teeth falling out being replaced by adult teeth. Bones aching as they grow. And teenagers are in a lot of pain and chaos inside as they are trying to figure out the predicate for who they're going to be. Not WHO they're going to be --- rather, the predicate for it. This is a really painful time. I think this is that definition of what it means to be human. Humans can grow because, by definition, we can die. Dying is becoming. And until we can see what is inside that decaying thing, or while we wait for that creature to be dissected and opened up for us to see what's inside of it, there will always be questions. We can't see the majesty of a thing until we've lived through it. Time doesn't exist, but freedom of will does. Who you are in the end is who you were meant to be all along ---- but along the way we are hidden by planks, by fragments, by boards and we can only catch glimpses of a thing through the cracks in between. We grow upwards, fall upwards and split apart like a tree, and die into who we really are in the end. Dying and decay are progressive. By definition, they are progress. We die into what we are.

[brykp]

And therein now lingers a question in the air.

[brykp]

I am death, I am the end of all things.

[brykp]

The Art of Choking

I am choking, like God you choked me, you stifled me. I became the groundwork upon which you stand. All covered in eyes looking every which where in the Land of Nod. You choked me, I am given no great kingdom because I am the kingdom. I am a god, you killed me and I suffer for it. I suffer for dung, I look forward to dung, dung is my bread and butter. I am the loser in this situation, you blinded me and cracked my voice into a million voices. I am worthless in my worthlessness, I am become. I became and I grew, I am dead. I am the dead one. The giant who lied down so you can walk, become bloated, become pregnant with good things. All things which will have passed, have yet to come to pass. I am fruitful, I am multiplying.

[brykp]

It is I who knew

That you never loved me.

I lie beneath cracks in

the groundwork

While you and your children

dwell above.

You, I…. I was equivalent to them.

But you care not my friend as it should be.

All is as it should be.

You care not whether I am wrong or I am right.

And this is the right path to go.

As I dwell

like a layer of moss in the damp darkness under a porch,

while wicked creatures scuttle back and forth across my eyes, across my hair

it is your defecation that put them there.

[brykp]

Because it can't just be a NORMAL giant, it needs to be an alieeeeeennnnn that they all live inside of. Amen.

[brykp]

[brykp]

Let's get REAL. Let's get REEEEEEEAAAAAAAL BAAAAAAABIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE GRRRRAH! *teeth dripping with black blood* Has it ever occurred to you --- that the reason people act like good people, that I act like a good person, or seem to be a good person, is due to that fact that I am --- and they are --- totally comfortable with reaching that far out into goodness because they know that --- easily --- I know that ---- I sit inside all this darkness, that I have all this wisdom and darkness cushioning me? That I feel utterly and totally safe reaching out from my abode, my tower of pain, because I have that to fall back on if I am so crossed? Maybe the reason people are so good, is that their "body", and their house is so, so bad, that they are good for fun. That I resultingly choose to act good for fun. Because a thought, floats. A thought, a dream, is the foam that is left over, that bubbles up. It floats atop the boiling ocean of suffering and death. A dream --- a thought --- is a seed which impregnates a body. A soul, a dream ---- can't exist if there were not that body there. What happens if the dream, that SEMEN, did not deserve that body.... what happens when a male lion outstays his welcome? Well, all the female lions kill him. They surround him and kill him. It is they that decide. It is one's evil that decides to allow their own good to exist. I am surrounded and cushioned by some depth of evil. It is because I am so dark, that I am exceedingly comfortable enough to do moral things. The fleeting, silver lining --- that light glitter of goodness floats to the top like white foam --- due to the evil being so much more vast, being heavier, and being so deep, providing a floor for it, an environment in which it can exist. I choose to do good things because I know that deep inside, I am evil. Because I WANT to do it. Not because I HAVE to. This is why bikers, goths and metalheads are sweethearts, and people who have to tell you that they are good, are actually pieces of ever-loving shit. Remember, I am not good. I am not a good person, I will never be a good person and am always insulted when people try to tell me I am. Actually, my sister has the exact same opinion when people try to tell her that she is good, too.

[brykp]

[brykp]

I'm a sordid nasty venomous itchy stitchy scritchy witchy bitchy bitch, baby. That's the way my daddy made me. I was made from the salty orgasm of two salacious delicious capricious genitals. Who the fuck are you? Pull on my cunt hairs with your teeth, you delicious and hypocritical curs of the world. I'm a BITCH baby 💅💅💅 I'm a bitch with all the B's, Brain, Brawn, Butt, Boobs. Best. Fuck you. I'm a big, sexy BITCH. THE definition of the word BITCH. THE bitch you did EVER did see. All you dishonest, people-pleasing, "spiritually advanced" goody-two-shoes of the world --- you never did see such a morally twisting shapeshifting bitch as me. I'm THE bitch, don't you ever call ANY OTHER women a bitch unless they're capable of cutting a cur's soul like me 💅💅💅 Shoutout to my fellow fucken itchy, scritchy powerful bitches 🔥🔥🔥 you powerful cunts make the world grow. --- signed, Bry, with a capital B. The raping, cutting, slicing throat-ripping BITCH 🖤 ⚔️ 🦷🦷🦷 🩸🩸🩸

[brykp]

I've got a message for all the people who think I'm a good person, or that most of us are good people, 'cause we're not. Most of us who live in societies are not. My Aunt thought I was on the same woo-woo meditation spiritual shit as her and as soon as she lived with me? Just because I'm spiritual doesn't mean I'm good, or on that stereotypical image of spiritual. I'm honest. Honesty is lightyears ahead of that pretending-to-be-a-good-person shit. Don't think that me being understanding and open-minded, means I'm not selfish and ready to provoke idiotic, touchy, chip-on-the-shoulder, patronizing, holier-than-thou rhetoric being spoken to me as if you aren't a life-support-system for genitalia, as if YOUR shit don't stink. Boy, did she get idiotic when her little bubble was burst. Some of us want to be fucken REAL people and fucking exist, okay shithead? Stop pretending to be perfect and a beautiful little person and get angry at me for literally nothing. Wake up and smell your own cunt. It's real. It's a real piece of flesh.