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ONION BURPS
Most men die at 27 — We just bury them at 72
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https://incels.is/threads/pre-teen-foids-are-so-rude-these-days.625181/
Brutality. Pure brutality.
There comes a culmination point every few days of perusing this forum and reading certain threads where I get a flash of pure existentialism. I can only describe it as a build up of this residual pressure finally releasing. And when I encounter a particularly soul crushing thread, it will feel like I flew too close to a black hole. I get a sensation of the black pills immense gravitational pull.
I know if I don't resist it, I will be swallowed into it's darkness. I suppose I still have some sliver of hope keeping me from fully entering that mental abyss.
Pans labyrinth was a metaphor for the mind. All the "tunnels" you can go down, all the paths you can get lost exploring. I guess I'm not ready to go down that final tunnel just yet. I still have some copes to distract myself with.
Most of us here are dancing with this "black hole". We are toying with it, like a pack of hyenas do with a lion. We nip at it's legs, run circles around it then retreat to our group 15ft away where we are safe. To really sit with and face the lion would mean assured death.
Real black pillers are dead. Real black pillers die for what they believe in.
https://incels.is/threads/pre-teen-foids-are-so-rude-these-days.625181/
Brutality. Pure brutality.
There comes a culmination point every few days of perusing this forum and reading certain threads where I get a flash of pure existentialism. I can only describe it as a build up of this residual pressure finally releasing. And when I encounter a particularly soul crushing thread, it will feel like I flew too close to a black hole. I get a sensation of the black pills immense gravitational pull.
I know if I don't resist it, I will be swallowed into it's darkness. I suppose I still have some sliver of hope keeping me from fully entering that mental abyss.
Pans labyrinth was a metaphor for the mind. All the "tunnels" you can go down, all the paths you can get lost exploring. I guess I'm not ready to go down that final tunnel just yet. I still have some copes to distract myself with.
Most of us here are dancing with this "black hole". We are toying with it, like a pack of hyenas do with a lion. We nip at it's legs, run circles around it then retreat to our group 15ft away where we are safe. To really sit with and face the lion would mean assured death.
Real black pillers are dead. Real black pillers die for what they believe in.
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