Transcended Trucel
Peace & Dharma ; Vishwaguru India!
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We stemcel slave cucks grind for thousands and thousands of hours.
Day after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after day....
What do we get out of it? Nothing, everything is too competitive. Too hard. Too much work. too much luck and chance involved. Nothing pays off in this world. You can grind 1 million hours but if your talent is trash, if your bloodline is inferior, if destiny has cursed you, you're doomed. your effort, your struggles, your memories, your achievements are all meaningless. They can't fight against time, they don't lead to happiness. Only talented and genetically blessed lucky Chads can find happiness in this world.
There is no happiness for the incel man. There are no achievements for the incel. There is no past,no present, no future. There is nothing, there has always been nothing. There will always be nothing for the incel.
Life and disappointment are synonyms. To be alive is to be disappointed. To be alive is to be a slave. To be alive is to be a walking corpse. To be alive is to be a cockroach who can be crushed by the tides of time, crushed by the giant power of the kikes, crushed by pestilence.
To be alive is to suffer. To be alive is to be in infinite despair and never ending agony.
Day after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after dayDay after day after day after day after day day after day day after day day after dayday after day day after day....
What do we get out of it? Nothing, everything is too competitive. Too hard. Too much work. too much luck and chance involved. Nothing pays off in this world. You can grind 1 million hours but if your talent is trash, if your bloodline is inferior, if destiny has cursed you, you're doomed. your effort, your struggles, your memories, your achievements are all meaningless. They can't fight against time, they don't lead to happiness. Only talented and genetically blessed lucky Chads can find happiness in this world.
There is no happiness for the incel man. There are no achievements for the incel. There is no past,no present, no future. There is nothing, there has always been nothing. There will always be nothing for the incel.
Life and disappointment are synonyms. To be alive is to be disappointed. To be alive is to be a slave. To be alive is to be a walking corpse. To be alive is to be a cockroach who can be crushed by the tides of time, crushed by the giant power of the kikes, crushed by pestilence.
To be alive is to suffer. To be alive is to be in infinite despair and never ending agony.





