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I am a hateful person and I hate with an obsessive intensity
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2021-02-10 at 3:07 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 3:07 PM UTC
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood There are two types of people in this world.
One that flips out and dials 911 when they have a bad trip and the other one that goes with it and learns from the experience.
it's pretty easy to see which one antifa is. LSD is like holy water you have to have a pure heart to take it or else it will force you to have one. Most people can't handle being forced into the light and truth of the universe like that so they never take the drug again.
This is just bullshit nonsense. There is no holy light. There is no 'pure heart'. You're making shit up to feel better about all your bundy trips. -
2021-02-10 at 3:15 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 3:53 PM UTC
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood You have never even done it properly you are supposed to smoke it from a meth pipe, retard
I did, and also in the machine, and also in changa, and also with weed.
Unlike you, the DMT gods taught me what I needed to know, so I don't have to go back to that headspace to 'gain universal knowledge' like you. I just know. Everything. You can ask me any question and I'll know the answer.
This is why I always destroy you in every conversation you enter with me -
2021-02-10 at 4:22 PM UTCthe only thing you know is how to be a faggot
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2021-02-10 at 8:43 PM UTCIt's just special relativity, what seems like $15 minutes in earth time is actually £50 years in the DMT dimension
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2021-02-10 at 8:52 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 8:54 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 9:08 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 9:26 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 9:41 PM UTC
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2021-02-10 at 10:51 PM UTC
Originally posted by l a n n y s - m o m - gave me a two hole for one price special nine months before he was born now hes mad that his conception was preceded by the exchange of pocket change. who's your daddy bitch the only thing you learned is how to suppress your gag reflex so when some well endowed nigger jams his foreskin into your esophagus your dont puke up the gallons of mandingo marmelade you spent the entire weekend swallowing from his friends, relatives, and complete strangers.
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2021-02-10 at 11:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by l a n n y s - m o m - gave me a two hole for one price special nine months before he was born now hes mad that his conception was preceded by the exchange of pocket change. who's your daddy bitch the only thing you learned is how to suppress your gag reflex so when some well endowed nigger jams his foreskin into your esophagus your dont puke up the gallons of mandingo marmelade you spent the entire weekend swallowing from his friends, relatives, and complete strangers.
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2021-02-11 at 5:33 AM UTC
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2021-02-11 at 1:17 PM UTC
Originally posted by Joseph R. Biden Jr, 46th President of the United States of America It's unhealthy.
Today I had what to most other people would be a mildly frustrating interaction with a customer service employee and I drove home angry.
However all day I have thought of little else except ways to hurt or murder him or annihilate his life.
I have thought of all sorts of violent ways to kill him.
First I had an urge to murder him on the spot with my fist. I felt like clocking him in his stupid face and beating it over and over until it turned to a chunky red paste. Then I thought of all the cameras that must be present on premises or nearby that could easily connect me to such a killing.
Then I thought of doing it anyway. I thought of throwing it all away and murdering him on the spot with my fist.
Then I grabbed my food, turned around and walked to my car with nothing but murderous intent in my mind. I put my food in my car, then opened my glove box and looked at my gun. I thought about walking back in and taking it out for just long enough for him to realize what was happening, and shoot him in the face to freeze his brain in his state of knowing how he fucked up.
Then I thought of waiting until his shift was done. That would take care of the cameras and the timing. But nah. I started driving home and started thinking of all sorts of bullshit.
Getting his name and finding where he lives.
Finding the owner of the franchise, buying it and then firing him, then pursuing him with extreme prejudice to make sure he never works again.
Etc.
I got home, made myself a cup of tea and realized that these are the urges of a madman. And if I had acted on them, as I kept obsessively feeling like doing, I would currently be on the news, and probably posted here like LSD beating his mom.
I'm still feeling intense hatred towards this guy but it's not normal. He was slightly snotty to me about my order. I'm literally sitting here figuring out looney toons style rube goldberg plans to crush a specific individual who really should mean nothing to me. He doesn't deserve to be destroyed. He's just some kid.
Oh well. I guess at least I succeeded at not acting on those impulses.
lol, this thread reeks of betahood.
no beta men would ever contemplate something like you did. ever.
op resides in low pecking order.
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2021-02-11 at 1:24 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2021-02-11 at 2:07 PM UTC
Originally posted by Joseph R. Biden Jr, 46th President of the United States of America It's unhealthy.
Today I had what to most other people would be a mildly frustrating interaction with a customer service employee and I drove home angry.
However all day I have thought of little else except ways to hurt or murder him or annihilate his life.
I have thought of all sorts of violent ways to kill him.
First I had an urge to murder him on the spot with my fist. I felt like clocking him in his stupid face and beating it over and over until it turned to a chunky red paste. Then I thought of all the cameras that must be present on premises or nearby that could easily connect me to such a killing.
Then I thought of doing it anyway. I thought of throwing it all away and murdering him on the spot with my fist.
Then I grabbed my food, turned around and walked to my car with nothing but murderous intent in my mind. I put my food in my car, then opened my glove box and looked at my gun. I thought about walking back in and taking it out for just long enough for him to realize what was happening, and shoot him in the face to freeze his brain in his state of knowing how he fucked up.
Then I thought of waiting until his shift was done. That would take care of the cameras and the timing. But nah. I started driving home and started thinking of all sorts of bullshit.
Getting his name and finding where he lives.
Finding the owner of the franchise, buying it and then firing him, then pursuing him with extreme prejudice to make sure he never works again.
Etc.
I got home, made myself a cup of tea and realized that these are the urges of a madman. And if I had acted on them, as I kept obsessively feeling like doing, I would currently be on the news, and probably posted here like LSD beating his mom.
I'm still feeling intense hatred towards this guy but it's not normal. He was slightly snotty to me about my order. I'm literally sitting here figuring out looney toons style rube goldberg plans to crush a specific individual who really should mean nothing to me. He doesn't deserve to be destroyed. He's just some kid.
Oh well. I guess at least I succeeded at not acting on those impulses.
okay mr angry paki man -
2021-02-11 at 2:08 PM UTC
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