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like everything that isn't 60IQ normie level Disney pasta is supposed to be creepy in this fucked world controlled by shekelsteins, SJWS and femshits
Shekelsteins used media to promote that word creepy. It is a word used to empower women. Embrace it and it will hold no power over you.like everything that isn't 60IQ normie level Disney pasta is supposed to be creepy in this fucked world controlled by shekelsteins, SJWS and femshits
Some sort of magic spell? Can we have just same for incels as well?It is a word used to empower women.
He's 40?!??!you are a 40 year old who is still approaching.. you fully deserve it
What did you expect, average 20 years old roastie has intelligence and brain capacities of 10 years old boy.their brains are undeveloped.
He's 40?!??!
femshit have really low vocabulary, around the same of a 12 year old boy. everything they find displeasing, boring, anormal, uninteresting, lame, inconvenient, rare, fearsome is "creepy" for them. like little babies calling bad, scary or funny to everything they're afraid or not accustomed to. their brains are undeveloped.
Ah, that's perfectly fine thenI am 29.
Ah, that's perfectly fine then
Do u give off a creepy vibe OP?
Even if you are 40, that doesn't mean you should stop hitting on whores. I don't care if it pisses them off, that's good imo. I'd get more joy annoying them than letting them just walk passed me to go fuck a chad. Anyone who calls a man creepy and is serious about it, is either a low t cuck or an entitled snowflake cunt.I am 29.
approaching even as 40 is still better than spending time in your basement repeating the same "it's over" shit non stop
femshit have really low vocabulary, around the same of a 12 year old boy. everything they find displeasing, boring, anormal, uninteresting, lame, inconvenient, rare, fearsome is "creepy" for them. like little babies calling bad, scary or funny to everything they're afraid or not accustomed to. their brains are undeveloped.
creepy vibe
creepy vibe
ITT boomers in a nutshell
I noticed some of these things and now it makes sense they're children, they also go crazy whenever they see an attractive male celebrity like retards. More reason why they need to be controlled by men.Women ARE children. They have similar neuronal density, cells size and non-androgenic hormones that do not give any casual hability.
They cry under pressure or on sadness, they cry to get someone to do something for them, they simulate innocent talk, they scream on their ambients (a reunion of young women sound the same as a pre-school yard), etc. and the list could go on and on.
Creepy is synonymous for ugly.
I’ve been called creepy many times, and ONLY by women.
That's how it seems.I have no racial hate in my heart but the jews really did ruin everything.
Don't be offended by an incel hitting on whores.Don’t be a fucking werido then
just don't be ugly broDon’t be a fucking werido then
just don't be ugly broDon’t be a fucking werido then
exactly bro.men rARELY use it to describe anything
Some sort of magic spell? Can we have just same for incels as well?
An old religious studies professor of mine taught that all magic was nothing more than the art of transformation. Every incantation ever spoken by a magician, every ritual employed by a shaman, and even every bit of slight of hand, silly and gaudy though it may have, been had the ultimate goal of affecting change. In all likelihood the notion was a bit of plagiarism on his part; I vaguely recall Crowley's Thelema was the notion that the will has the power to bend the world, Reality Itself, to conform with its shape. An idea which, of course, Crowley himself adapted and adopted from those who themselves plucked the model from the minds of others who came before. The world is a chaotic, terrifying place and, fragile things that we are, the moment we were capable of dreaming we dreamed of gods capable of subduing it. Marduk slew dread Tiamat, mother of dragons and monsters, and beat her slimy, amorphous form to into the sensible parameters of Heaven and Earth. Baal Haddad, that archetypal handsome Hero, drove back the wild and mindless fury of Judge Nahar, ugly old Lord Yam, the mercurial Sea incarnate, and compelled him to rush in and out with the rhythm of tides that could be predicted by the charts and calendars of men. Through our magic, we attempt to reenact the very old passion plays and become, in some small way, the hero who transforms the monstrous world into something comprehensible.
Well, women certainly have access to magic as well, don't they? Perhaps its expression has lost a certain degree of its majesty as time has passed but, well, what of it? Bathed in the light of Creation's dawn, men lived for thousands of years. Now that the sun is setting upon our sad little species, our time is so much briefer. But we still live nonetheless.
You'd be hard-pressed a lady who could work the wonders of the witch who restored Faust's youth, much less than one who could plunge the world into eternal winter like poor Demeter. Yet, though womankind's grimoire has degraded over the passage of time: pages lost, spells smudged, rites forgotten, there are still words of power still capable of effecting transformation. There are still magical words left in man's, and woman's, collective memory.
"Creepy" is one such word. As others have pointed out, yes, it's a euphemism for "ugly". But to reduce it to something so small as an empty bit of politeness is to miss its significance. It's a word of power, and every time it's uttered Marduk, Indra and Baal once again perform the miracles that made them heroes worthy of both song and sacrifice.
The word "creepy" transforms natural evil into moral wickedness. Hatred of ugliness is an expression of what is wildest and most primeval within us. It has cares not a whit whether the repulsive thing reviled is kind or cruel, whether it abides by the laws of men or breaks them. It takes no account of the revolting thing's actions or motivations when it renders the verdict of "guilty". This impulse is the horrifying ghost of Tiamat and Vrtra Nag, Leviathan and Lotan still whispering in our ears, assuring us that despite our most ardent desire to live in a sane world in which good is rewarded and evil punished, Chaos ultimately reigns.
No woman wants to believe she hates an ugly man because arbitrary Nature was kind to her and cruel to him. Acknowledging such would require her to confess that, on nothing more than a whim, Nature could be equally cruel to her. There has to be some moral reason she hates the ugly man, her disgust has to reaffirm the order of the Cosmos rather than threaten to smash it. Desperate little witch that she is, our every-woman invokes the last spell still remaining to her, the part of the part of the inheritance the men who gave birth to gods left to their descendants. One word escapes from her frantic lips: "creepy".
"Creepy." The creep is one who creeps, slithers in that criminal fashion characteristic of all loathsome predators. The creep is the potential rapist, the stalker, the ever-present threat slinking along the edge of every shadow. It makes sense to hate the creep, and thus reject the man who's creepy, because he is, essentially, a criminal. And we must reject moral evil in all of its expressions, mustn't we? The rapist is wicked and so the creep who is on the verge of becoming one is equally so. Hating the creep because he is vicious rather than the abomination because he is unfortunate ensures that Heaven remains above and Hell below, that the good are rewarded and the reprobate punished, that amoral Tiamat remains dead: her two parts remaining forever divorced by a mortal wound that we, godless and cynical things that we've become, simply refer to as the Horizon.
The fact that the word "creepy" has so much power serves as proof that there's still magic in the world. Sure, it would have been nice had we, the repulsive sons of Tiamat, been privileged enough to invoke that kind of power rather than having been born the things destined to be exorcised by it.
Sadly, even magic has its limits and, though God once taught His shamans the tricks that allowed men to delude themselves into considering themselves divine, not even the Father of Fakirs could fool even the simplest woman into believing that a monster, regardless of however good his actions may be, was anything other than the worst of devils.