Nah, some of the channers were tryna help with certain things, even. I don't heed general guidelines.
Psychopath, pathetic loser, call it whatever.
No, I don't care anymore.
The psychologist meant well. It sounds strange, but he was trying to help. Maybe he had an inkling of what I was in for. If I had any sense, I'd have offed myself a long time ago, but I don't, and I'm going to spread the sickness.
No, the idea is for the hatred and revenge to consume other people.
Considering some of God's other behavior in that book, I'm more inclined to believe that that baby-killing, genocidal, pro-slavery, self-described jealous, serial raping bastard just didn't want the competition.
What did I do? Why did no one help?
There were a few acts I was framed for that I didn't commit, along with a few thoughtcrimes that I didn't and a few thoughtcrimes that I did. So moralfags like Aion on this forum who think that people should get the Dementor's Kiss for jaywalking lit up a few torches, grabbed their pitchforks, put on their Klan robes, tied a few knots in a rope, and dragged my ass to the hangin' tree.
No one helped because it wasn't the popular thing to do. Like I said, most people are idiots. Most people called for my head on a platter because they like the bloodsports. The funniest bit is, they tell themselves they enjoy it because I'm a psycho and completely fail to see the irony in that. They aren't sick fucks any less than I am, they just color inside the lines, so the enslavers don't frame them for murder and throw them in an astral wood chipper in front of a couple million people; instead, they get to laugh about watching them do that to people and pretend that they're somehow less sick than I am.
I don't know. My doctors didn't think I'm a full-blown psychopath, but I did get "antisocial features" on a diagnostic sheet or two.
What do I desire? Revenge. Was I not clear about that? I call the other "desires" astral debris because I don't pursue them or attempt to preserve their energetic integrity, because they're not really desires, just mechanical reactions.
>Hey, that's funny, I'm contagious too, I make people double take at the grand idiocy of my apparent brilliance, and turn them into judgmental stubborn jerks just like myself!
It's like being a vampire.
I will have revenge. That's what matters. That's what I need to focus on.
I'm still responding to you, Cain, so please don't strap anything to your chest and go running into a crowd of civilians just yet.
Psychopath, pathetic loser, call it whatever.
No, I don't care anymore.
The psychologist meant well. It sounds strange, but he was trying to help. Maybe he had an inkling of what I was in for. If I had any sense, I'd have offed myself a long time ago, but I don't, and I'm going to spread the sickness.
No, the idea is for the hatred and revenge to consume other people.
Considering some of God's other behavior in that book, I'm more inclined to believe that that baby-killing, genocidal, pro-slavery, self-described jealous, serial raping bastard just didn't want the competition.
What did I do? Why did no one help?
There were a few acts I was framed for that I didn't commit, along with a few thoughtcrimes that I didn't and a few thoughtcrimes that I did. So moralfags like Aion on this forum who think that people should get the Dementor's Kiss for jaywalking lit up a few torches, grabbed their pitchforks, put on their Klan robes, tied a few knots in a rope, and dragged my ass to the hangin' tree.
No one helped because it wasn't the popular thing to do. Like I said, most people are idiots. Most people called for my head on a platter because they like the bloodsports. The funniest bit is, they tell themselves they enjoy it because I'm a psycho and completely fail to see the irony in that. They aren't sick fucks any less than I am, they just color inside the lines, so the enslavers don't frame them for murder and throw them in an astral wood chipper in front of a couple million people; instead, they get to laugh about watching them do that to people and pretend that they're somehow less sick than I am.
I don't know. My doctors didn't think I'm a full-blown psychopath, but I did get "antisocial features" on a diagnostic sheet or two.
What do I desire? Revenge. Was I not clear about that? I call the other "desires" astral debris because I don't pursue them or attempt to preserve their energetic integrity, because they're not really desires, just mechanical reactions.
>Hey, that's funny, I'm contagious too, I make people double take at the grand idiocy of my apparent brilliance, and turn them into judgmental stubborn jerks just like myself!
It's like being a vampire.
I will have revenge. That's what matters. That's what I need to focus on.
I'm still responding to you, Cain, so please don't strap anything to your chest and go running into a crowd of civilians just yet.