SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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The women that enrage me the most are just women I desire. Imagery of clothed plain jane looking girls, dressed conservatively in their natural millieu (not a selfie) that have empathetic eyes, and have a quiet non-judgemental demeanor. There's a lot of this imagery in professional settings. I can watch these women, doing nothing, literally watch them with their mouth shut waiting for a computer to load, and I'd go into a BURNING UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE at knowing what I cannot have. They bring out an animal in me that purple-haired twitter dykes, slutwalkers, FDS bitches, e-thots, polyamory hoes, and hybistrophiliacs just can't. I've conditioned myself into a state where ALL women MUST be evil, women HAVE to be shit, I cannot fathom a woman's kindness. It's women at their most degenerate that is what is calming to me now, and when it seems like I've run across an angel who is none of those things, I JUST FUCKING LOSE IT. Even if she has proven herself to be a relatively decent human being, the fact that she will never give me a second makes me flip the fuck out.
Like a fucking coward, I am addicted to news that exemplify women as train-wrecks, because my tiny penised ego cannot fucking handle the reality that there's a decent woman out there, AND SHE'LL NEVER EVEN TOUCH MY HAND.
Like a fucking coward, I am addicted to news that exemplify women as train-wrecks, because my tiny penised ego cannot fucking handle the reality that there's a decent woman out there, AND SHE'LL NEVER EVEN TOUCH MY HAND.
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