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Pain Reaches Where Nothing Else Teaches
Y'all fucking degens know what this is? It's a Totem I earned. The Black Unicorn. Surrounded by butterflies, the literal emblem of Metamorphosis. Only image missing is the Lily. Or the Lotus.
I earned and claim the Black Unicorn not only as my heraldry and arms, have you any idea what you must Be to earn this Totem? Of course you do not, and them butterflies, also a Totem I earned, is just more of "my" your bullshit.
The Unicorn is removed, is pure, is sacred, is rare. The black unicorn? Only unique. I earned this Totem, it did not at all accept me like your narcissism disease demands al things submit to "your" ego. I am the Black Unicorn.
I hate you and would shed your blood or murder you just for being the piece of shit you already know you are. You cannot fucking touch me, I'm a unicorn. Personification of what it is to be a heathen bastard, a priest of a "dead" "religion." Guardian of secret places and the landscape.
You are not worthy. And, YOU decided this. So's I don't have to stab nobody, I remind you that you are not worthy and you never will be because you focus on Evil and Evil focuses on you. I'm black to haunt your fucking nightmares, reflecting true Night, and you moderns are utterly chickenshit terrified of Real Country Dark.
See your Enemy. And ask yourself why "you" have to array against me, our landscape, our neighbors. I know, it has to be the same as it's been for 2000 years. Forget yourself, forget the Legends of our People.
2 things at the same time on the same continent. White Buffalo Calf Woman arrived of our People, the Ghost Dance reverberates. The Black Unicorn awakes. I did not seek either, got caught in History's Necessity.
You cannot get close, I have no eye to turn. DON'T TOUCH ME.
Not the Blog You're Looking For
I'm Nature's Perfect Misanthrope. I'm a Complete Asshole. Just like every other anchorite hermit living like an aghori because he can't fucking stand the rest of you humanape vermin or the fact he wears the same shape but does NOT share your Insanities. I hate your guts, ain't even have to meet you or get to know you.
"Been There, Done That, Bought the Merch." I'm a polymath and autodidact, and the reason I'm an autodidact is because I'm a polymath. I've studied, and continue to keep current with, all the Humanities, every Art I could learn, and just about every Science. I've studied cryptozoology, the "occult," every weird thing I could find documentation for.
But my fascination for Psychology/Sociology/Anthropology is why I cheerfully, and with malice aforethought, hate your fucking putrid monkeymeat guts. It's easy to look yourself in the mirror; impossible to hold "your" "culture" and "society" up in that mirror along with your floppy useless shit. And, yet, impossible not to. Because you're cookie-cuttered into the vanishingly few Archetypes available to you through this debased degenerate "society" and "culture."
In other words, I meet you on every street. You're so pedestrian and outright boring it's painful. And you got zero clue. In point of fact, if I was to hand you a manila envelope with "This Is Your Clue" plainly stenciled on it, with "You're Not You" as the Clue in the envelope, your shit would not only not get it, you'd come at me for doing you a solid. Get your other monkeys in on it, shitting in your paws and hurling it at my face. Laughing the whole while, like I was the fucking joke, not your useless, ornamental shit.
If I could unsee what my extensive lifelong education and fascination with ripping complex shit down to simple processes to understand them, I would've done this decades ago. Let's stay Real; you prefer Storytime to Objective Reality and Truth. You can't help it, same as anybody else, you serve a Narrative that was old AF before the shithole that was Rome even rose above a dungheap.
You'l find me inflammatory and nasty; I find you boring AF, worse'n watching sitcom reruns. I'm your fucking enemy, not because I want it, not because murder is my Happy Place, because you ain't shit and demand deference, need coddled and soothed, gonna try to dominate me just to fix (like a shot of dope fix) your ego for 5 minutes until the poisonous insecurity THEY fucked you with needs a new fix.
I do not share "your" "values." I reject "your" "society" and "culture." I murdered my own ego in solitude, you Identify AS your ego, and there's a better'n even chance it ain't even your ego. Mental masturbation with a chatbot is gonna be FAR more interesting for me than even attempting a preliminary dialogue with you.
So fuck off.
FERAL
I'm just like any other wild creature
If you pause to consider
The only reason I even come up to you
Is because I'm hungry
So understand my viciousness and trepidation
When I see you there with something
Because I don't see both your hands
And every other one shaped as you
Used that unseen other hand
To catch me by my throat
When I was just hungry enough to try to trust again
That's the only reason wild would ever approach you
Because I was hungry
And you offered me food
I don't remember the nibble you let me have
I can't forget you choking me by surprise
Since you wanted an exotic pet
Not really me at all
Just an exotic wild new pet for you
So you come out into my home packing bait
And hunger was eating me
But I still turned on you with your fist around my throat
You will carry my scars from your deceit evermore now
Something those shaped and smelling as you taught me
Is that bloody mouthfuls of you also appease my hunger
So come with your bait into my wild home
Now I will take your hands
First time I did it, I was 12. I'd just been flushed down the brand-new privatized "Troubled Youth" industry in the USA, was in a private "treatment center" that was rated "medium security." There was a washed-out bodybuilder, Crossfit puke, he was jacked up on the shitty steroids there was back then, got the job there as muscle. He'd fuck kids up, dislocate limbs, cause concussions, all sorts. He used to be a bouncer at a titty club.
Came at me because I saw what they were doing to the girls, there. Paris Hilton wrote about it, if you need a closer look. After my beat-down, he was laughing at me. I was 5'0 and less than 90# but I still attacked his 6', <270# of 'roid swole, he had to dislocate both my shoulders and pitch me through a wall before he could stuff me into the Pink Rubber Room. Told him with a mouthful of my blood he'd "Get His." That was the first time I felt it Work.
He died of a massive heart attack, on the floor, less than a week later. All us kids watched him die. The other staff were dashing about, got the ambulance called, got the pigs to roll out 8 cars deep, firefighters, all the king's horsemen and all the king's men. Watched him die like a fish, gasping. I was the first to unzip and piss on his face. Even caught a charge on it, "Defiling a Corpse." He wasn't even dead, yet. They found our piss in his lungs.
Every other time, it was the same; some asshat doing Evil, "thinking" he was above any consequences, and some "freak accident" or "unforseen circumstance" sent the Evil scum Onward. Not just males; been a number of sincerely Evil females went into the Void for catching my eye. My only regrets are them others who deserved it just as much but never crossed me so I could claim them. Who're even now polluting the Urth and soaking up my tax munny.
Justice is bigger'n their pallid BS "Law" that has tiers depending on how much munny you got. We with real Will Power should remove Evil and crazy scum; damn straight their "Law" won't. Hell, their "Law" protects rich chimos.
I'm your Avowed Enemy. Not you, personally, some stunted little bitch simp creature, misshapen, grown away from the Sunlight into the twisted fucked-up Form you tenant. A loathsome pustule of crusted filth "your" elders stuck you with, that I don't even have to scrape off my boots because I'd never step in the coilie (pile of dogshit) you are.
You're a fucking degen, you don't even know how Low-end your Stoopid worthless disregardable shit is. I'm uninterested in explaining because you're a Simple Basic Bitch, I'd be wasting your time and mine.
Take whatever Heart THEY left you, you wretched turd. You CAN Come Up. But, your Frenemies? Gonna keep you this Weak. You need an Enemy. I AM your Enemy. I show you where you're weak, which is everywhere, and ratfuck you for it, giggling.
Because I Damn Certain ain't got your (and they ain't even your shit) Issues, I went Hard and I survived. So, to watch you snail-trail adjacent to my Spaces makes me need to fuck with you. YOU FUCKING NEED AN ENEMY.
I detest you, everything that got stuffed inside where your guts would've/should've been like you were a Thanksgiving turkey, pisses me off and makes me want to kill you to death. Here, we get to the Core, the Roots.
You don't want to be how you have ended up. THAT, wee humanape, is why you need an Enemy. Might could be you would rather be your own Person, with Free Will and real Choices. I am not inimical to that. I hate Massa's Voice coming out your face-asshole, delivered with surety you don't have. You sound like your basic parents, and Fuck Those People.
Can you handle an Enemy, livestock? Do you want to be more'n you got shaped into? Or did you just roll over and swallow every cawk that appeared before your eyes? You wretched shits need a fucking Enemy.
No Hope No Fear No Limits
Know What Time It Is?
I'm not the fucking Dairy Queen, gonna hand out the soft serve, loaded with grease and sugar, artificially flavored, won't even rot over to sour in your face-asshole before your next Intake of fluff and trifle. Like I was a syringe full of your "positivity" codswallop just waiting for your Dumb Ass to come'n jack me in. You tied off yet, Addict?
Check your fucking lameshit feeble "Main Character" LARP "Energy" a'fore you get here, listen to the Wee Voice withintoside you that tells you "Stop Lying, You Know You Don't Know" GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY.
After several of you got to hold of me on the "Other Side," the "Loading Screen" bit of it you maggot larval garbage are capable of, again, "You Know Until You Don't," hubristic ego-addled pukes, I was alto- and/or semi- demi-convinced to not merely Hold Forth, but, to ensure I Connect with you putrescent degenerate mudpuppets.
I'd like to believe we're all trying in our various ways to ensure a habitable Earth for years to come. Baseline: This is the ONLY way we get along. You want to Silence me, your Owners want to recycle me back to the Void. Only reason I don't kill myself is because I'm being told to.
I got Called across SpaceTime to show up, here/now, as this, with my Task and damn near fuck-all else to guide me. Your very probable only recommendation was that you had a Moment, as an "animal," Above your self, and, suddenly, you're now a humanape with (induced) anxiety and all your rest of your you shit. And that's so common your you shit is your everybody shit.
Read them last few lines until you Get 'em. Fucking brain damaged degenerates, best check the words and how them words are put together so I don't have to fucking explain, again, why I got no Coddle Blanket or warm milk for you.
Our Biosphere is dying. The only real Divinity I have ever found, Gaia, the gestalt Consciousness of our Home, that our Ancestors correctly understood as THE Goddess, Her triparate Nature revealed in our sacred Female Life-Path as Maiden/Mother/Crone, known within myriad surviving (degenerate) Traditions the Monotheists did not murder, WE exist here at this TimeSpace epoch to fuck them.
Fuck them incels, their Entitlement. Fuck them racists, if your Bloodline is so "Superior," then, how do we measure "Superior," on what (Violence) does your "Superiority" (Bullying) rest? Whitebread twat. Feeble bitch, sub, cawk-swallower.
Ask yourself, "ARE WE REALLY CIVILIZED WHEN WE CENTER VIOLENCE AS THE TRUMP POWER? More, "ARE WE ACTUALLY ENLIGHTENED IN OUR CIVILIZATION WHEN LIES POLL BETTER THAN FACTS?"
I loathe you. You chose Easy instead of Right, you knew it when you did it, you kept doing it, and you sheltered under the herd of other homo domesticus also participating in your mass deceit. You fucking untermensch.
I'm your fucking ENEMY. I stand for the birdies and squirrels in the yard, on your block, just trying to live. When the fox cries, it is me, where you are. When coyote calls and finds your garbage, I ran with coyote, there, to your place. When raccoon comes out of the storm drains with her family, I came, too. When skunk waddles through, I was clillin' like a villain with skunk.
You apeshitfilth only find me when you need a scapegoat for your your shit. Nature is Outside you. Some Greek or Romanach piece of rancid aristotrash said that "Where humanape shitfilth clusterfuck together (to exploit and parasite one another) the "Laws" of humanape merchant-parasite subuntermensch garbage are THE Laws, and the whole of this level of "Reality" is Subject. THERE IS NO NATURAL NATURE TO YOU.
Aught's hard, it ain't fit with "your" ideas about how the Multiverse is arraigned. But Reality don't depend on your Stoopid less-than Understanding, does it? Thank fucking Necessity it don't.
Baseline: You are a retard, it's not your fault, it IS your Responsibility to correct. You are a Degenerate, you can learn to read and correct this deficiency. THIS SHIT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. IT IS NOT YOU WHO DID YOU THIS FUCKED. But it remains your Responsibility to come back hard. Remains on you to Correct Your Self. I did this Thing, the Thing I'm taunting you with RN.
Did you also want to save the world? Did you also want real Civilization? THE CHANGE YOU NEED TO SEE BEGINS WITH YOU CHANGING YOU.
An inferior opponent proves nothing. Want a real Challenge? Defeat yourself.
She happened, colonist shitfilth; you are on numbered days in our New World. We did not want you, you raped and murdered us and thought there would never be pushback.
And then the settlers picked the disgusting pederast "Trump" (Drumft) grandson of a pimp, a Weakling youngest son of privilege and host of every "cluster-B" mental illness the DSM-5 got an entry for. And he come in with every fratboi Loser the aristotrash couldn't house in their their avenues of criminality. They tried, too; look up their baseborn names. Bessent. Lutnik. "Miller." Vance. Noem. Each soaked in Dishonor.
I stepped the Ghost Dance in their Place of Power, right across the sidewalk from their Scottish Rite Temple on grounds my tax munny paid for and across the stroad from the state crapital these "Free" Mason Illuminati built to dominate my home, where the Ancestors made the land Sacred with shed blood. From Beyond, the drum began and I opened.
In a tipi. We were the only ones to erect a tipi, I know the family, even, who donated that tipi. When it began, as a real high plains blizzard came,we in #Occupy were in the tipi blazing a weed pipe and everybody heard the ghost drum. Never seen so many folks that unnerved. But I slept in the tipi, I could, but did not, share space. Only reason I was down there was because or women had the Courage and no males would, so, the fratboi shits thought they could harass the women at will. Only women slept down there. I kept the Night's Watch. Volunteered. With a fistful of steel, sure. But nobody else had testicles.
The drum began, in the tipi. The blizzard began outside. The drum took me, I stepped around the center pole. As every living person left the tipi, the Ancestors came in. I have not ever seen people like that, paint and hairstyle, clothes, it was Outside me. The living left, the dead filled the space, every Folk, every Tribe, Way, Tradition.
The drum continued, I was filled with emptiness, around and around the tipi center I stepped. Others flitted through me, every murdered Soul, every soundless Voice. They left Pain, the pain brought my Will closer to Perfect. The Ghost Dance Way, the Prophecy. IDK how long I was...elsewhere. Clock said it was almost 5 hours.
The blizzard buried us. I had to be dug out in the morning, after the Ancestors had seen Justice begun. I had sworn, years before, decades even, to see the Dispossessed of Justice returned to Harmony; it was one of the geis I took. That I renounced because you fucks are more stinky and wretched than your dogshit.
I'll never forget the drum, the many Songs that I heard, and to know how the very fucking Landscape of this New World wants to puke out the Invader. I used to not know why I, who has almost no Native Blood, got chosen. Was never about "blood quotient." It's always been about Love. And for as much as I fucking h8 u disgusting degenerates, it makes some sense.
I studied Druidry, 21 Winters Ancestral Path, it Calls to me. I asked the Ancestors in the Landscape for permission; I did not do as you fucking wretched Houseless shits do, you ignorant, Bloodless garbage. I went to the Dead and got permission, and then earned admiration, and then was Chosen of a thing. I DON'T LET THIS SHIT GO TO MY HEAD.
Justice is about returning Harmony between folks, between folks&Nature. You fucking assholes Fail because all you see is Power and you h8 responsibility. It is this way in every place, here, urth. You fucking suck. Even if you are not a Forgetful.
I did a Great Thing, I did not do it of my accord nor is it for or about me, you pieces of self-centered EVIL shit. Necessity came, Love came in Sorrow. I refused Fear, I danced with the Ghosts.
You fucking degenerates could barely be Chosen to help one of your precious Tyrants or his family mane to wipe his fucking ass without you holding the swatch. And you're so Pwned you'll never even realize it.
Are YOU in my Home? Because We got you dialed in in the North of it. Un America. ONE New World, Caribbean to Antarctica to the top of Canada. WE FUCKING WILL FIND OUR WAY COLONIST ASSHOLES.
I want Death, I want my promised Peace. But, I am IN this. Born here. Taken. And we will set your shit from here. Not no richboi heir shits; Memory Keepers.
Here.
I found this lurking Fuck. And now I'm giving it. I had to turn out the couch cushions, I had to really dig deep to find just this single Fuck to give. And it's not just used, somebody is waiting their turn on it.
Don't waste this Fuck. It's given about your your Thing.
Fret me again about your your thing and I'm out of Fucks but my hand is full of steel. I will give steel instead of a Fuck about your your thing.
On faggot/tranny/degenerate unwanted children Tumblr, seems just 2 people willing to eat a bag of dicks is a very low estimate. Bet this popped up and throat-pussies got all sorts of wet, huh, you fucking troglodytes.
Here you go, low-end pieces of unwanted shit that should've been solved with birth control and abortions.
On me, it'd be the axe. Because the sword is reserved for the Courageous, you don't even know what "Courage" means.
Everything, Everywhere, All at Once, watching your everything
Do. Not. Bother. Me.
Here you go, Lawful Neutral "any order is still order and we must obey" scum
Here you go, fiction book bitches
I'd say, "i'll see you on the field," but, you're bitches and you hide behind "law" and the "order" that oppresses you. Cowards.
S'pose I'll just dig you out of your holes before putting you in shallower ones, no?
I'd rather be this way. But you "need" to own and control, and I can not Be neither owned nor controlled by those who will not own nor control themselves, and not even then.
The Baseline is SHARING. You can't even do that Basic thing. You fucking repulsive, bone-ugly degenerate.
Dafuq is Incorrect with Your Shit
Said, "unfollow this." Was up front with "Fuck You Degenerates." My cultivated Zen patience is gone. I'd feed you a bagful of dicks one by one on the end of a fucking shrimp fork dipped in whatever sauce your shit wants as I was a saucier chef and that's my bag. Let my less-than-polite demand ride on down for days while y'all got the fuck on.
And, nobody went nowhere. Ain't gonna instruct you degen scum shit on fuck-all; I got the dim mak, you can't even breathe right. Just hanging out for the misanthropy? Like I fucking didn't mean you, specifically?
You know that shit is another Tell, right? "I'm Exceptional (without demonstrating it) and he meant them "other" fuckwitted degenerate loathsome walking advertisements for birth control." 'Tweren't you, nonesuch. The whole of the Multiverse coalesced just so you could have a fucking sandbox filled with NPCs like myself to aggrandize your Basic ass. YOU are the Special Precious. The next cumming of christ in your butthole.
Like "Life" was Skyrim and your shit was the Dovahkiin, gonna be Archmage AND Harbinger AND Listener AND Master Thief AND all of the things. Aught fucking hubris and conceit is exactly why I done turned on y'all. And if you were All That you'd pwn and crush me like a bug. I wipe my ass on your hubris.
Anybody checked on the faggot tranny whatever-the-fuck-it-thinks-it's-s'posed-to-be Victim that chose itself for my attention? How is that lump of rancid shit doing? BECAUSE I DID NOT OFF MYSELF ON DEMAND FROM A WEAKLING. Who cannot even reach Baseline Self-Acceptance minus surgical and chemical mutilation.
But hesheitthey damn straight cannot get me out of it's head. And me don't look like what it's seeing as it is prepared to Cross Over. :) ;)
Y'all nuts, balls-deep in the can of Planter's mixed nuts, telling me I'm the fucked up one. Got no Perspective, got real narrow Awareness, you just totally disrespecting your Higher Self and the Love that Made You, disowning your shit onto me. Like Aristotle said was the way of fucking animals. I shit bigger'n you after a three-day fast where I don't shit at all.
I reject your "Love" attachment and also resent the hate attachment, but, what else can I do but hate your bullshit? I was called across SpaceTime to this momentary epoch of shit and vileness to a place where the parasites had all but devoured the host and I'm s'posed to like give hugs and tug-jobs to my Enemies as well as it's loathsome basic little sawed-off slaves? Y'all nuttier'n squirrel turds.
IDFK who the fuck any of you are. You're pieces of shit to never say so. Fucking cardboard cutouts. We're gonna try a new tack. Your fucking Luck, that bit of Chaos that lets stuff go to 50/50, "chance," even "probability" collapsing out of all the different lines of possibility? Let me fuck that for you, humanape shitfilth. It's part of my larger project of extinction for your Basic and repulsive ape species.
Never could stand your smell. I'm getting out. You're getting started. Ha. Ha. Fucking Ha. So not funny it's Hilarious.