One day my hand, in a beautiful literary work, will destroy their heads, drink their blood and violate their female bodies beheaded. One day, my revenge will rise on the heads of those who dared to underestimate me as a sentient being, in need of love and understanding like anyone else. Damn you normies!
I curse you normies! You have become a very jealous police to please your masters: women. Those unclean beings to whom we are biologically tied and who use you as a necessary asset for their plans for world domination: getting Chad offspring while they exploit a poor idiot like you so they can live permanently off the fruit of your labor. You filthy beings!
Those foids you adore, my esteemed brocels, would sooner fuck a dog or a horse than you. You have no market value, and that market value is based on how exploitable you are to these foids. What is a dog but a biomechanical dildo? Indeed. Look what they do to you!
In a beautiful sadistic but fair narrative, and always in my artistic imagination, K would torture foids until they screamed that they wish to die.. ¡Beautiful music to my ears! Yes! Music and screams of despair as they watch everything they once did to us through their horny bullies come back to them: passive, manipulative and genetically perverse beings: sneaky, cunning.
Yes! I will kill you all foids! My life will be compensated if 10 of you die under my hands! 10 to 1! A beautiful start to a bright revolution!
Of course, for you money and semen extractors, your lives are safe, because my imagination will never materialize, maybe, maybe...
I curse you normies! You have become a very jealous police to please your masters: women. Those unclean beings to whom we are biologically tied and who use you as a necessary asset for their plans for world domination: getting Chad offspring while they exploit a poor idiot like you so they can live permanently off the fruit of your labor. You filthy beings!
Those foids you adore, my esteemed brocels, would sooner fuck a dog or a horse than you. You have no market value, and that market value is based on how exploitable you are to these foids. What is a dog but a biomechanical dildo? Indeed. Look what they do to you!
In a beautiful sadistic but fair narrative, and always in my artistic imagination, K would torture foids until they screamed that they wish to die.. ¡Beautiful music to my ears! Yes! Music and screams of despair as they watch everything they once did to us through their horny bullies come back to them: passive, manipulative and genetically perverse beings: sneaky, cunning.
Yes! I will kill you all foids! My life will be compensated if 10 of you die under my hands! 10 to 1! A beautiful start to a bright revolution!
Of course, for you money and semen extractors, your lives are safe, because my imagination will never materialize, maybe, maybe...
