SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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It's Labor Day weekend. And here I am, perpetually venting on a Saturday night alone wanting to DIE. I fucking hate normies, and acquaintences. They all have SHIT to do, every second of their LIFE. They don't make plans with people like us. They makes plans with WINNERS. People that are good looking, and just DON'T THINK. They experience, and FEEL PLEASURE every moment of their life. Pleasure and LOVE not for YOU. Its for THEM. When you are autistic and ugly you are literally God's mistake.
God isn't real but if he was he's as purposefully creative as some fuckup modern artist that shits out a RETARDED painting of a CUNT. No thought put in whatsoever. Just a random fucking action. Random as a fart on Halloween. That's pretty much every person. And when people ask him, "ooooh, what did you mean by that painting?" He goes: "God works in mysterious ways." And winks, like some CUNT whore mindfucking with you, and he knows it.
God isn't real but if he was he's as purposefully creative as some fuckup modern artist that shits out a RETARDED painting of a CUNT. No thought put in whatsoever. Just a random fucking action. Random as a fart on Halloween. That's pretty much every person. And when people ask him, "ooooh, what did you mean by that painting?" He goes: "God works in mysterious ways." And winks, like some CUNT whore mindfucking with you, and he knows it.
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