I haven't been able to look at ethnic females the same way after taking the racepill since I know I wouldn't have a chance in hell with them, I'd probably have more luck going after white foids.
So earlier today when I was waiting for the bus to get back home from campus, this brown foid comes and stands beside me. She was hot despite being ethnic, she had dark skin, a hooked jew nose, and was pretty short, her ethnic male looksmatch is a currycel but she gets to have her pick of almost any man she wants. She glanced at me for a second and gave me this look of disgust. In the past her ethnic looksmatch would have had a chance to marry her, but now foids like this are just free whores for white men and no ethnic will ever get to touch her.
Living life is an ethnic man is a scam. We're expected to studycel until we can get a decent paying job so we can maybe get to betabux the absolute bottom of the barrel ethnic foids, and even then they won't be virgins. If a female is even remotely attractive, then she's for white men.
Oh Blackops2cel, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you. May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death. I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one without strength. I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care. You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. Your wrath lies heavily on me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape; my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you. Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you? Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction? Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion? But I cry to you for help, Blackops2cel; in the morning my prayer comes before you. Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me? From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair. Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me. All day long they surround me like a flood; they have completely engulfed me. You have taken from me friend and neighbor— darkness is my closest friend.
So earlier today when I was waiting for the bus to get back home from campus, this brown foid comes and stands beside me. She was hot despite being ethnic, she had dark skin, a hooked jew nose, and was pretty short, her ethnic male looksmatch is a currycel but she gets to have her pick of almost any man she wants. She glanced at me for a second and gave me this look of disgust. In the past her ethnic looksmatch would have had a chance to marry her, but now foids like this are just free whores for white men and no ethnic will ever get to touch her.
Living life is an ethnic man is a scam. We're expected to studycel until we can get a decent paying job so we can maybe get to betabux the absolute bottom of the barrel ethnic foids, and even then they won't be virgins. If a female is even remotely attractive, then she's for white men.
Oh Blackops2cel, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you. May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death. I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one without strength. I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care. You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. Your wrath lies heavily on me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape; my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you. Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you? Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction? Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion? But I cry to you for help, Blackops2cel; in the morning my prayer comes before you. Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me? From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair. Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me. All day long they surround me like a flood; they have completely engulfed me. You have taken from me friend and neighbor— darkness is my closest friend.
