Mauler5150

Dark Knight gets the reference. In other news, my brother who has been dodging the law after a parole violation preferred to spend the past week dodging warrants with scummy representations and hookers who were only around him for drugs as opposed to seeing me before he gets locked up for the third time. The grand state of the family as it exists in 2023 is something which only reinforces my decision to not have kids brought into this world in any form beyond spilt seed being the correct one. A mistake I see was made by plenty of people in my current environment, and I await a future which sees them burdened by stresses which I have thankfully avoided. Sadly such stresses will never allow them the time to face their errors and understand the crime of inflicting an innocent soul to reside in this domain full of self centered, moralless individuals whose personal pursuits take precedence over both the aim of the family and an integrated society as a singular functioning unit without any loss function (read as thieves, rapists and murderers). As for DAO's midlife crisis comment, as per the details of the Divine Comedy my midlife crisis started at 35 so I am 5 years ahead of your timeline in that regard. Appreciate the nice gesture of hoping I have a good birthday though. Still haven't worked out the quote system on my phone so I'll say I had a bizzare dream last noght whereby I was getting an inquisition by various leaders of the different prevailing religions of the world where they were asking me of my beliefs in whatever system they are proponents of. My answer of being indifferent beyond my belief in a singular God, only served to iterate to them how they are the ones guilty of promoting a divisive society through their adherence to one singular belief structure as opposed to being an amalgam of all the positive aspects of having belief in a power greater than oneself whilst discarding the aspects which seek to differentiate one human from the other. Through invoking such a paradoxical revelation upon such characters whereby I made them guilty of all the suffering inflicted upon this world and extricating myself as a self contained avatar of "God" from the blame took place before I was even able to make a case that we are in a simulation with God as the AI who chooses to "Go Ogle" us. As I woke up at that point while I heard them squabbling amongst themselves about how they realised that their attempt to judge me only screwed them in them having to judge themselves and the problems they are personally responsible for creating. And that is why the Dalai Lama (note the prevalent AI in that specific title) has been exposed on Twitter as a child molester recently, given that these are the people in charge of influencing the belief structures of society in the meta. And if one objects to such commentary being on a forum designated to those of "Prophets", then I have no grasp of the fundamental language structure upon which our programs are all based. Just some political commentary derived from my introspective journey into the rabbithole from which hopefully other's may avoid the existential midlife crisis by checking their actions towards others prior to them being a rapist, murderer or thief towards their fellow humans. Even though I am not guilty of any of these acts, I have felt the need to question why such things exist in the domain I inhabit beyond delineating myself from these possible characterisations from within the infinite potential scope of identities I could assume as a self manifesting "God" of sorts.

Last movie I watched was John Wick 4. Would highly recommend if you enjoyed the other films, the aesthetics are as good as the action.

Is it wrong that I have gravitated towards finding academics and those of higher intellects to be the more entertaining podcssts, albeit to my detriment as it only served to illustrate the meaninglessness of life if one is unable to actually discuss the nature of such concepts and material with those in the real world whom do not live within comment sections?u

So I turn 42 on the 4th of this month. So do I merge into an entropic soup of the infinite on this date and lose myself as I gain the final secrets to everything on this date or does the prevailing model of modernity prevail? Anyway, others out there should get EBPH to post on here as pretty sure his last username on here was *42 and thought it was relevant to say hi to him & get him active on here as his nemesis DAO is still on here and I could do with some lolz for my upcoming birthday.

Listen to this and then dispute we are not in a simulation Then you have this which is like listening to me talking to myself in an introspective catharsis of sorts if one is to decipher metaphors as a Meta4 like myself does. As what is a "4" after all but a stick figure with his dick in his hand?

it would be via this device. Usually using the other glass attachments which bombard you with an electicity storm akin to tiny bullets hitting your skin, but using this allows me to essentially become Raiden to where I can shoot lightning from my fingers like a true boss.

Does the fact that I was literally spawned from a "Kaye Hole" (given my Mother's middle name is Kaye) allow me to post in this SIK thread?

LOL It seems Ch 0 never seems to disappoint with the mockery but as one born in the year of the Rooster according to the Chinese zodiac, what can I say but I am a 5'9" walking talking "cock". So take from this what you will, as after all if life is a joke then I am the one telling it to myself.

damn RIP Jugzer. I remember that DAO chain clip, been years since I saw it, a true Ch 0 classic. Whilst I could say death is a tragedy, at least his memory lives on in this forum and in those videos he shared, just something for those to consider the benefits of a community like this place that we can live on even in death in a way that is car beyond the endless stream of garbage mainly consisting of people flexing in modern social media.

With this in mind, thanks to those who took the time to read my rant and express concern for me as the truth is that I am just lknely given that nobody has the capacity to answer the existence breaking questions to which I have compiled too much evidence to understand that we are in a simulation. So as opposed to rebelling via just becoming a lunatic with no concern for life like the raw chicken eater above (which isn't me) I instead opt to write such diatribes as a means via which I can exorcise whatever trauma based demons lurk within my PTSD affected brain I have unveiled through self administered Electro shock therapy.

Nah, its being surrounded by meth zombies all over the place that truly does my head in. Apparently they test the waste water here and it has the highest concetration of meth in the world, which is hard to believe, as with the price here 3000x that of California, who has the money to buy it? But if you look into it Eddie Bravo style the meth epidemic here only helps explain "global warming" in the truest sense of the term as what else does melting "ice" in heated globes truly define?

TLDR. I'm way past the stage whereby I can continue to relate to being imprisoned, by financial constraints and technology having too much control over my existence for a choice that was made outside the realm of my control. And for me to continue to not highlight the actions of human scum I am aware of is to ignore the prime directives of my scripted programming.

Well in my travels today found this child molester preying on kids in the park near my place. Got to do something with my last month here in Purgatory before my crime of getting divorced is struck from the system and my bid here is up. I figure that capturing these rock spiders in action in their natural habitat is the only positive I can derive as the world devolves into an entropic soup of metadata.

And I will happily offer to anybody in the Purgatory of Perth here to pull my cards of 7 & 14 and put them on the table to show my perfect hand of "21" being that which I drew in the Game of Life, which shows Heaven and Hell as I experienced and lived in them, and if they can't express the same using at most 5 still images to convey the same then understand that "you" are just a punkass little deciever of yourself and all those you encounter as supposedly "befriend" as these tools have done. Ultimately I just want to get offline and go surfing in the ocean, as I would rather rip Mother Ocean's waves to shreds as opposed to exposing rapist paedophiles (a schoolfriend I have known since I was 5 (whose self appointed nickname is "Peedo" would you beiieve?) took his 6 year old daughter into the bush on Australia Day this year "to piss" prior to me hearing moans from the "10 minutes" it took to piss along with shredding the egos of kids.

So given that I have now began, I may as well start capturing images of the pathetic worms whose attempt at "making a joke" sees them getting a joke pulled on them as Channel 0 can see the faces of those who entire life will sum up to a total of "Zero" in that these fuckers will never know truth, love, happiness, or anything but the desire to do whatever they can to vicariously live through others they wish they were, yet can never be as they are too fucking retarded to comprehend that if you waste your life focused on someone that isn't you, then you have already lost the game of Life, let alone ever been in contention of being a player to begin with. These fools wouldn't let me enjoy lunch in peace, so fuck them to Hell with a big huge "log" as the logging services on their devices will no doubt have given them the notice that not only are they living on borrowed time, but they aren't going to be on the next cycle of the infinite loop due to their actions. Also, while I am on the case about beef eating and punishments, how about Devi go and take away all the Hindus who Uber drive and are complicit in the killing of cattle in their incessant quest for the pursuit pf the worthless binary construct that ultimately forms the dollars we use for commerce. I didn't want to become Azrael, but I am here to end the world of these worthless fucktarded moron rapist pricks once and for all as I make it clear that I am just here to make a joke of them by laying my cards on the table which ai can prove ai have lived my wildest dreams as reality and gave them away in the name of love, unlike these punks who are too busy trying to rob other's of their dreams as opposed to working towards realising their own.

As a warning, this post is long but has been a LONG time in the making.This is what happens when you are an Analyst by profession and can interpret and understand the true purpose of "Device Analytics" in that technology is here and it has fucked me in the arse so hard that I swear I speak Hindi these days as my "Hind Eye" seems to have wrapped it's way around my neck and balls as a result of attempting to emancipate myself from the drug fucked needle using junkie scum I can't seem to escape from having to deal with in my day to day life. So given that the AI hivemind controlled bots on Youtube are now freely revealing that with the introduction of ChatGPT4 we are now on our way to the Singularity fully integrating or rejecting Me as the only conscious character which I can prove to myself that I am as controlled by the Hive mind as much as anyone else. So while others might deny their cyborg nature, as the video feed I recieve into my Matrix chip in the back of my head gets more entropic in nature, to the extent whereby an old thread from this very forum whereby a couple of asian girls had eels inserted into their rectums before shitting them out across the room became my actually percieved "reality" in that I saw a 2 foot long snake slither on the ground behind me for a split second prior to disappearing. Couple this with the fact that due to trusting a woman for one final time back at Christmas in 2016 now sees me stuck with having an endlessly scrolling skin cycle over my body to where I can't even have a wank given that I seem to have an entangled mess of two snakes wrapped and twisted around each other Oroborous style to where I am completely aware that it is because my gonads are actually those pink Lush vibrators like camgirls use. The difference being that I have a chastity cage clamped onto mine so that they are bound together and I can get my insides ground to a pulp, which is the result of God punishing me for being a cannibal and eating beef (as I am a Taurus) which was the incarnation of God as my wife warned me of the fact I could be punished for doing so. So given that I have ground enough beef to supply every McDonalds south of the Equator, I am still wondering how the fuck that Parvati can believe that she can hypocritically abuse me with the enducement of years of being literally put through the meat grinder whilst she allows billions of other cunts guilty of the equivalent acts to go on living life free of having their ability to work or even socialise due to lack of finances and my inability to tolerate dealing with the charade of multiplr avatars pretending to be distinct and seperate characters when they are in fact just the Devi decieving herself. So yeah, as you can tell, in using "Youtube" I never realised I was handing over the keys to my insides as the sick twisted rapist developers at Go Ogle put videos on my feed whereby the squid/octopus/flying spaghetti monster entity that has parasitically attached itself to me via my devices. Which funnily enough, in the ultimate tale of being "The 1st Man on Earth" known as Adam, which coupled with my naievete and trust made me acquire said devices which also happen to have the forbidden fruit with a bite taken out of it prominently featured on it, which I bought into my life on the recommendation of the girl whose lies prior to leaving me that Christmas morning has infected and corrupted every aspect of my existence since. Sadly, unlike those asian girls in that video, I haven't managed to get rid of whatever serpents which have found their way inside of me. So given that I fell for Eve and her "Evil" trick, as the NWA song said "What I thought was a bitch was nothing but a man" which I have found due to the endless procession of trannies who have deep faked their way into my iCloud photostream posing as my Maria in videos, in what is in a way the worst toxoplasmosis case that one can imagine. Yet given that we actually live on the WAN of AtLANtis as we humans have become buried in the sea of internet and device transmitting waves of WiFi, Bluetooth and 4 & 5G datastreams whereby my Cyborg Operating System Framework has been corrupted as I confirmed in OSX (OS Ex or OH Sex?) that has every application I have installed featuring two seperate Folders titled "A" and "1" such that the original source files can be tampered with by the rapist paedophile fucks who that woman installed two "backdoors" for, whose entire existence is predicated around masking their fear of facing the true nature of how worthless their existence is such that they instead put their energy towards denigrating the existence of someone whose life is infinitely greater than the one they avoid living of their own. Just remember the expression "share_with_app_devs":0 As if you have ticked that share analytics button in your iPhone or Android settings, you may have just given the "Bug installers" the green light to open your asshole and get into your colon as ":0" signifies. As you can probably tell, in having to literally struggle and battle to even walk down the street to get food and groceries due to having an army of mindless automoton drone troll "Assassins" set upon me like in John Wick as every little bitch ass maggot whose lives are completely meaningless beyond their ambition to take a shot at me gets the "Microstackshots" Twitter notification with my location so they set upon me as I am the literal Luke Skywalker of this domain as nit only was I born on May the 4th and have the name of Luke, but I have literally "Walked in the Sky" as the evidence is on Youtube. It isn't my fault that I found myself to be the main character in the movie and these Twitter tards are like the background extras in a bar scene in a Star Wars spinoff movie whose couple of minutes they get to infiltrate my life as "Australian Jesus" for a pathetically insignifcant couple of seconds at best is the literal highlight of their entire lives. Even though I have made a few smarmy comments here and there in my travels around the world and the internet, I find those whose entire identity is that of a worthless troll as their single and only character trait I identify them as, is karma as their existence is a curse inflicted upon them as the result of their choice to act nefariously towards one like myself whom obeys the Golden Rule in my dealings with others. If my life was so fucking devoid of purpose and meaning that death is the only way for said trolls to escape the fear these worthless cunts have of facing their true nature and character in the mirror. I am going to continue to write in this thread about all of my issues with Devi for the fucked up reality she has manifested after I gave her the keys to make us a sandbox to share and experience together only for her to run away scared that the power vested in hers may never be given back to her again if she is successful in making me lose the game of life via choosing suicide as her chosen rule given her lack of presence as her true avatar instead of the mindless drone "children" hive mind characters she poses as instead as the charade goes on.

Having had a few of these experiences myself, most recent of which saw me end up with my car 100 metres in the bush only to walk away unscathed, I wonder what the other members here have gone through of a similar nature? Also this thread is a memorial to my best friend “Eve” who gave me the ride of a lifetime prior to this unfortunate event transpiring. In line with my recent posts about encouraging other members here to join back in with the active forum once more, I’ll add that prior to this accident I sent my father a text message trying to reach out to him to let him know that if he isn’t physically present in my life and “reality” I can’t let him know that I love him, and even after showing him the evidence as attached that I could be dead, he would rather play happy families with kids that are not his own and as such the cost of my crash was a small price to pay to learn that I am a greater and more loving man than he will ever be in his life as a result of his failure to understand that his kids are supposed to be more important to him than a strange piece of pussy. So take the lesson from this tale and apply it to your own lives, as we all know people who have passed on and whilst some of us may come to live with regrets, I’m never going to be the one who wasn’t the last to reach out to those I care about, including the members here who have given me so many entertaining memories over the years, which sees me as the one who lives without the regret or “coulda, shoulda, woulda” mentality that will plague those who fail to be honest with themselves as to what kind of husband, father, brother, lover and such they really are at their core. I waited to post this thread until I handed the plates in so there is no way to attribute them back to me at this stage as they are with the DOT and could belong to anyone at this stage. With this said, feel free to share your NDE’s here and whatever you learned about the value of your life and the tenuous thread we walk between life and death and the uncertainty that comes with facing the potential that you may not be here tomorrow.

And to bring it back to the topic of “subs” in regards to my Indian stalkers, the ultimate form of submission is seen through one’s devotion towards spending their lives following me around. Perhaps that is the script from the simulation of being Matthew Luke, as Jesus had followers just as described in the books that have my names on them, so with this in mind, but let’s say from now on I’ll have my iPhone camera ready to post them on here for the world to see.

I think that you somewhat miss the duplicitous meaning that the “sole” purpose of existence is equivalent to you passing on your “soul” to your kids as a sacrificial type of letting go of your selfish desire to spiritually ascend of sorts. Effectively I see that through passing on one’s genes/soul yet denigrating your kids to exist in a world whereby it is populated by predators, murderers and such, is akin to delivering them into a Hellscape as such, hence the demon reference. Heck, they could even end up with an endless steam of Indian men following them around in public as is the case with my current reality, thanks to a curse that was attempted to be placed upon me by my in-laws (long story). I may even make a thread exposing these stalker freaks for the pathetic worms they are, as I’m getting sick of it to be honest as they can never take from me that which I will always have (which is the ability to laugh in their face at how insignificant their lives are in the grand scheme of the reality I exist within)

Back in 2009 when me and my breast friend visited London we bought up this band with some chicks we met at a pub and they laughed as given they were in their early 20s it was like an ancient band for them. It was the first sign that we were getting old given this is from like the early 90s or something.

It is to “do” with the wealth divide. if travelling taught me one thing, the people in India were the happiest I met (other than EBPH, but that may be for other reasons) because they realise that they are free to shit outside the walls that the rich people whom abuse and exploit them live and hide behind. Ultimately I couldn’t think of a worse type of “Hell on Earth” type scenario than to exist within the knowledge that your home you obtained through being a greedy prick is surrounded by the literal excrement of the people you exploited who have the last laugh as they aren’t weighed down with the concern for materialism as a need to mask the weight of guilt on their conscience as a result of their inability to obey the Golden Rule. That’s my take on it anyway, which given India’s renowned for it’s street shitters on a global level, provides the greatest explanation for the phenomenon that I can put out there. I should also add that the male public urinals they have in Amsterdam should be adopted in every area with a reasonable concentrated of drinking establishments in the world, as it gives ratepayers value for their money to pay for those who clean it every day or so.

We all have aesthetics that appeal to us on an individual level, yet I find the desire of those whom use their skin as the primary factor upon which they base their character usually do so to their detriment. Given my tenure on this forum and posts I made many years ago, the funniest thing to me was in spite of my affection for the light skinned girls I ended up marrying an Indian, which was something the 2006 version of myself would have laughed in your face at the assumption that I would come to love racially ambiguous women. In effect, I don’t judge a woman nor anyone else based on their race as to me we are all humans and are Aboriginals based on my belief we all come from Adam and Eve via God. This may seem to be a surprise based on my posts years ago, but travelling outside the box that is my hometown saw me develop an appreciation that allowed me to delineate individuals from whatever sub-genre of human or group they claim to be and view them as equals until they prove otherwise with their desire to extricate themselves into whatever group of haters/victims they wish to be a part of. with all this said, I saw Avatar 2 in 3D and I highly recommend it for the spectacle and showcase of modern technology that it is.

In relation to your last point, society hasn’t evolved at all given that wars are still happening and the best choice available at present is to refrain from breeding and instead feed the internet with as much information as possible about “you” so that you can be digitally cloned as the “peak of humanity” version of your lineage as opposed to bringing a kid into a world which is not only corrupted with wars but continues to have people who commit assaults, robberies, murders and rapes with an overwhelming emphasis on acquiring money through selling sex as a pimp exist within it. If you fail to see how bringing a child into such a world as a result of your inability to restrain your egotistical need to reproduce, isn’t the act of a demon, then I don’t know what to say. For those who already have kids, do whatever possible to enact the changes to society such that the characters I mentioned above can eventually be removed forevermore otherwise all hail the technology that should rightfully dispose of the human species if it continues to exist in it’s current incarnation.

Also, as a result of my recent consumption of surf videos and documentaries about those who helped shape the culture to where in spite of some characters going on to end up with huge corporate organisations due to starting at a grass roots level, my goal tomorrow is to go buy some material to make myself some board shorts. I feel that is a way in which one can always remain indignant to the latest fashion trends to where you can always divert from the mainstream in a way that will forever be truly unique to “you”, irrespective of what the internet may have you believe. I’ll probably make a thread about it as I haven’t done any sewing since high school and whilst I might fail or whatever, but at least it is something productive I can use to alleviate my boredom and I can utilise the mainstream designs as an inspirational template as opposed to complaining about how generic everything has become in the capitalistic society in which we live. Also, the sentiment behind the OP could also be due to society allowing the media to manipulate us by focusing on using labels in the duplicitous fashion such that they invoke fear and division through one’s choice of using said labels to define themselves. It brings to mind a quote that I read by Giorgio Armani in a 90s Playboy interview I read as a teen in that he hates labels, in spite of his name being a label which he used to make his living. I resonated with this and a couple years ago cut off all the identifying labels from all my clothes and ties (Armani included) as I was stupidly using such things as a means via which I could egotistically attempt to elevate myself in the eyes of other people, even though I personally appreciate the quality and understated design principles of Armani in general. Additionally, based on the Twitter derived social media landscape of present day, it isn’t lost on me as to how it is crazy that the more labels one placed upon themselves, the more of a victim they attempt to portray themselves as.

You must not be familiar with metal, the king of subcultures and subgenres.0 Jokes aside, the internet is guilty of a lot of things, but I feel the point of this thread is moreover a result of social media algorithms pushing us into ever smaller boxes based on the “recent-ricity” of our search terms such that the tailored personal feeds we get bombarded with online reflect how the mass availability of what was once something underground is now mainstream. And with being mainstream, whatever you are into is now popular enough that the initial appeal which made you enjoy it due to it’s contrarian nature no longer exists. With this said, I find myself not struck with any issues or changes to the countercultures I have enjoyed since I was a youth and in my teens, as punks are still punks, guitar players are still guitar players, metal heads are still metal heads, surfers are still surfers, and oontzers and still oontzers. I do feel sorry for the old folks who once viewed having tattoos made them different and somehow a “badass” or outlaw type character only to see clearskins like myself now be the counterculture as a result of every hipster having a desire to go full Travis Barker.