i must not post. posting is the mind killer. posting is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face my posts. i will permit them to pass over me and thru me. and when they have gone past, i will turn the inner eye to see their path. where the posts have gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
fear-of-death driven tescrealist cult dogma? unchanged. dykes who in our timeline wanna fuck maye musk? significantly more feral.
it’s like taking a shower in your own bathroom and saying you’re an exhibitionist cause you took your clothes off. stolen valor