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In general, I get pretty excited seeing peoples art and creativity in whatever form they choose to express it in. Many talented humans with their own niche hobbies of dedication and growth willing to share their inner most thoughts, desires, or stories. Getting better each time their brush paints some rhymes or sucking you into their book with some story intertwined. Like a time machine blasting you into the past or exploring a dystopian overlord future where robots and Satanists are using magic to send spells through your television set.

To my surprise, it’s doubley exciting to see this artform take on a Nagolpilled extension of the character’s mindset. It all started with one gamertag and a profile pic. It’s as simple as reading it backwards to dub the name of an OG Halo 2 video gamer king. Dropping out of high school for various reasons I was too young for a workers permit, so I had a year to climb the leaderboards and become a goober gun battle rifle nightmare.

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Gaming became my escape to a creatable atmosphere of manosphere comradery where friends could be silly and goof around without society calling the police. When reality went from school hunting clubs to kids hiding under their desk because of some false flag school shooting events.

Unable to build a shed or go fishing without the governments permission, and even then harassed by some Karens for catching a fish dinner. Spinning in circles men have no idea where their creativity is allowed to flourish. Hiding in the man cave like a bear in hibernation, the system doesn’t like it when they unleash their masculine expressions of joy inside hobbies.

When allowed to chase our thoughts it creates positive additions to the community, whether online or offline it doesn’t really matter. Taxes is in place to rob you of this creativity, stuck in the repetitive 9-5 mindset watching the daily dose of its programming. Whether fear or humor, like a porn addiction your meat is red and swollen. Brain unable to handle the millions of tickles from conformities tentacles as you’re overloaded like a circuit breaker.

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But what do I know I’m just a high school drop out with 7 years of college under his belt. Never even got a degree but ended it all by starting my first company, just some neckbeard living in Mexico ranting and raving on the internet. Smoking weed at the beach staring up at the moon from a bowl earth, as society swirls around like a turd of left vs right political paradigms headed out to the septic tank.

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Time to embrace your inner troll and forgot about social norms, let your mind find the beat to your dreams and ignore what the normies think regardless of social media points. Turn off the Andrew Tate freemason shill loopset and design your personalized sigma male grindset. Unfollow the thots on TikTok and start twerking to your own drum line, where lust doesn’t control your thought process.

Better to teach yourself some new hobbies and adventure out of the narcissism bubble. Think outside the box and you’ll find value in something you never knew could have even existed and all it took was a little imagination to get there. Cutting off limbs of society’s Kraken monster as you explore avenues of an art you excel at, smiling at the hardships doubling your hitpoints with a stamina upgrade.

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Never letting someone knock you off your horse, keep riding to freedom with your sword and shield ready for battle. Willing to sacrifice temporary pleasure to hunt the demons haunting the doubts surrounding your goals. Increasing in skill you’ll start to see improvement in the success of your plan, adding points to wisdom and strength go hand in hand. Unlike a video game, Gods the one giving out the quests to test your character, don’t worry if you make a mistake though, doesn’t mean it’s game over.

Coming back to life only to watch the world burning down can be a difficult thing to overcome. Sometimes redpill rage and coping became part of the daily routine. Alcohol or drugs can seep into your compost pile, destroying all the beneficial bacteria you’ve been farming for growth. Better to keep it clean and just smoke some homegrown green, mixing animal manure back in, the best happens to be rabbit poop.

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Planting seeds and watching it grow like soldiers standing strong ready to take on the world, even after a storm the flowers come out to shower in some rays of sunshine. Ideas start to foment as old habits die off like weeds as you pull them one by one from the garden soil. Grabbing the bucket to harvest the fruits of your labor, throwing the scraps to the chickens for an organic backyard feast.

A step in the right direction as you become more self reliant with no fear of the current political psyop provisions. Throwing out your portions of the statist delusion to build a high quality homestead, looking back at the main stream societal circus scratching your head. By fate or providence you have found yourself reading this article wondering what path in life you’ll stumble down. At the end of the day it really doesn’t matter as long as your machetes sharp and you’re prepared for the adventure.

Just think about where you’re sitting right now..


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e-Brotherhood for Sale Online

You know I always wonder how so many normies can exist. Why do you enjoy having your ears tickled just to fit in, it’s my worst nightmare. An AI bubble of conformists agreeing with your every ideological line of wisdom. Never questioning or throwing out an original idea, just a perfect repeater jumping in line.

When I think of my best friends it’s never the dude that’s too scared to voice his opinion. The man that can’t defend his reaction as he cries into the social media wind. Where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. We used to call them red pill but taking it now just means you lose 3 digits from your bank account. It’s sad seeing weak men trying to justify a man that is willing to die for his opinion when they can’t even create their own original thought.

Every male coach and manosphere artist painting a picture of retardation so you pull out the checkbook. Selling you self help courses with a dose of their alpha male e-book. Men unable to question their own thought process as they become a fish on the hook. Swallowing the narrative as the treble starts to poke in the back of your beta male throat.

Taking the bait you try to escape, only to find out the shit is lodged deep in your personality and fate. Accepting the reality that was created for you, wishing there was some way for it to change. Just one more episode of Netflix and maybe things will metabolize. Hoping for someone to point out the path just so you can take a break from the mundane.

Real brothers will tell you how it is, regardless of your fantasies and anime hoodies. Maybe the truth hurts, or maybe you forgot to wear your armor as you try and fight the spiritual war. Friends come and go, but brotherhood is something that lasts a lifetime in this shallow existence we call life. So where do you see yourself when someone questions your fallacy, cling to destruction or embrace the unique..

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This is the difference between a friend group and a brotherhood, the realities that set in when your boy speaks some truth. Another night out with your Gucci and diamonds hanging from your neck. Fancy watch and car, surrounded by fakes and frauds with no conversation, as the night starts to progress you’re still left feeling empty with no meaning at all.

Walk alone if you must, but there’s no reason to ignore your homies just to jerk off into lust. Obviously many men are drones wrapped in conformity silicone. Societies been completely redesigned, as an original opinion becomes shadow banned into oblivion. Hated for originality the only option is to become a clone, an AI bot, or accept reality as it is.

Speaking with empathy, a real man understands, a world filled with lonely adventures will having you enjoying the pain. Wishing there was more, only to realize it’s a figment of the social construct you’ve been praying for. Real hearts and minds will start to appreciate the individualism you chant for as you remove the hook from your jaw.

That’s when you know it’s a brother, a man you can trust. Whether battlefield or police station it’s a dude you can thrust. (Wait that was kinda gay.) Whether battlefield or police station you know it’s a dude you can no homo with as you fight the patriarchy. Damn hold on let’s just change the subject.

In a fallen world humor becomes the spear on the front line, most unable to laugh at themselves as they become the pillar destroying their own success. A foe on their own battlefield staring them in the eyes, disgruntled hate and projection become their only attack as they collapse in a pile of their own shit. Casting out ideas just so they can feel justified in their illusionary rhythm of ideological success. Identity politics becoming the queen on the chessboard of neglect.

Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. The pastors, and preachers, warriors, and tin foil hat wearing adventurers. Our world is starving for a bit of reality as zombies and robots take control. What do you want in your life? Brothers or social circles twerk clapping the floor..

I Will Not OBEY

As I stand outside the local big box store unable to enter, I watch as the zombies march along. Covering their mouth with cubre bocas and plastic shields. Pretending this magical plastic is going to protect them from the evil world wide virus. They look at me funny and all I can do is smile, as I imagine their frown it becomes far worse. I can’t contain myself as they squirt another kilo of hand sanitizer on their face and hands. Imagining myself in a giant garbage bag with eye holes I can’t help but curl over in pain as tears come to my eyes.

It doesn’t get anymore ridiculous than what’s happening world wide right now. Can’t even argue one world government because it’s too obvious. People however have blinded themselves to the reality we live in, under the spell and magic of a telephone or Netflix series. Constantly checking their social media and updating their latest mouth cover design. My laughter turns to sadness as I realize this is the future going forward. A society of pain, misery, and depression; all self induced from ignorance and conformity.

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It’s just a mask.
It’s just six feet.
It’s just two weeks.
It’s just non-essential businesses.
It’s just non-essential workers.
It’s just a bar.
It’s just a restaurant.
It’s just to keep from overwhelming the hospitals.
It’s just until the cases go down.
It’s just to flatten the curve.
It’s just a few inmates.
It’s just to keep others from being scared.
It’s just for a few more weeks.
It’s just church. You could still pray.
It’s just prayer.
It’s just until we get a vaccine.
It’s just a bracelet.
It’s just an app.
It’s just for tracing.
It’s just to let people know you’re safe to be around.
It’s just to let others know who you’ve been in contact with.
It’s just a few more months.
It’s just some more inmates.
It’s just a video.
It’s just a post.

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It’s just an email account.
It’s just for protecting other from hate speech.
It’s just for protecting others from hurt feelings.
It’s just a large gathering but for protests.
It’s just a little micro chip.
It’s just a blood test.
It’s just a test.
It’s just a scan.
It’s just for medical information.
It’s just to store a vaccination certificate.
It’s just like a credit card.
It’s just a few places that don’t take cash.
It’s just so you can travel.
It’s just so you can get your driver’s license.
It’s just so you can vote.
It’s just a few more years.
It’s just a piece of cloth.
It’s just a clump of cells.
It’s just a fetus.
It’s just your freedoms….gone forever.
And “It’s just” the way they planned it.

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Social Media Repeat Ban Blessings

The first time it happened I was disgruntled and angry. Spiteful about how many memories I was losing. Looking up wondering why I can’t just speak my mind. Losing years of hard work and personal adventures because I mentioned something someone didn’t like. What I failed to realize at the time however is these self righteous corporations were doing me a favor.

Putting in years of hard work for them to utilize for profits while my creativity was absorbed by collectivity of what get’s the views. Holding out my phone in unique moments to post online without enjoying my moment in the sunshine. Forgetting what was important, now-a-days I rarely even carry my phone in public. A lesson learned as the blessing is revealed just in time.

It’s so easy to get caught up in modern day drama, the media wants you in fear to spin their next psyop. Some dude wants you imitating their words so he can cash in on the red pill manosphere. Another feminist praises misandry after she hit the wall and becomes miserable. The younger generations sucking on the nipple, ready to digest the radiation from the metaphorical 5G towers.

Being banned from social media multiple times has forced me to jump into new hobbies and interactions. Things I’d never have experienced if I was chasing social validation wanting to be e-popular. Building houses out of clay and sand with my autistic man hands. Many forget we live in a plane of opportunity once you turn off the internet. Whether it’s a few hours carving wood, painting, writing, baking, or just chillin’ with your chickens.

Contemplating ideas and thoughts you never would have explored if you were dancing along to social medias pre-determined outcomes. Philosophy and realm wide wonders being the center of imagination during nights offline, wondering what’s out there becomes the beat of the drum. Questioning what you’ve been told since birth, wondering what this life was all about, maybe there was more than the mundane mainstream mix tapes on radio repeat.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a gamer at heart but we forget how real it can be to enjoy a conversation with some random in the street, maybe put away the phone for a little bit of small talkin’ about meats. Let the media larp as we cook up some fish and enjoy some hot dogs in the street. Everyone hiding in their rental agreement with gas prices doubling as we speak. Without community were certainly screwed before your heart drops another beat.

We inject ourselves with the social medias’ hate, divide and conquer is obviously their checkmate. Black vs white, red vs blue, man vs women, hegelian dialectic is their whip in the time of Satan’s seat. Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and biblical pastors to get the frogs outa the pot before it over heats. Sensory overload becomes the psychological pain we thought we could beat. Little did we know it was their coals we’ve been burning on with our bare feet.

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Time to put down the phone and go for a walk, spark up a conversation with some dude on the block. Everyone so scared of the worst case scenario when in reality you might just get some dank food and a good conversation to boot. With more community the ruling elite really stand no chance against the power of some good grilling and conversation from your buddy down the street. Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and biblical pastors.

I speak from experience is all I can say, maybe it’s better to lose the internet for a few days of reality meditation. Embrace your individualism and join in on some local community interactions. Everyone needs a hug and some conversational stimulation, the chances of finding that online only come in forms of big payments to OnlyFans. Maybe here too if you join the militia, but I only send feet pics never the nudes.

All I’m saying is maybe you should log off from Twitter, Facebook, Bitchute, Youtube… drop the Instagram, OnlyFans, and the armpit sex attitude. I don’t know, just saw that was trending on Porn Hub. I might have made that up, you’ll never know. But maybe it’s time to disconnect and find something that really makes you passionate about your life here on this satanic realm we call earth. TLDR: Bitch you needa go outside and touch some grass..

“As the world disappears behind their bubble, the mirror is all they see. As they chase internet approval they forget who there were supposed to be.”

Nerdcore Revolution

We look through history as if we’re the exception
when in reality we’re the responsible.

Wearing a mask as we run our mouths at societies drinking fountain,
segregated and separated the televisions warped our mind.

Freedom is forgotten in place of security through falsified fear,
Manipulation and illusion become the defense for our discomfort.

Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.

Many clap for the new president forgetting the realities surrounding,
Whether red or blue, half the countries ready to mentally surrender.

Politics shaped like checkerboard as they go back and forth,
keeping you mesmerized for 4 more years is all they have to do.

Allowing the rich and wealthy to regulate our life under a ruse,
no one cares as they turn on the super bowl and go for an occult caribbean cruise.

Reality slides behind an illusion that many fight to maintain,
their status and life all balanced perfectly on a pyramid of lies.

Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.

Many warriors slain by lust or pride the illusion continues on every screen,
no one willing to risk their sackless job to stand up and fight you join their team.

Selling out for a few sheckles with adsense as you put on your speech mouth cover,
self censorship’s becomes normalized as big brother pats you on the shoulder.

Violent revolution would lead us to a twin system of our current oppression,
our words with no meaning or value in a fog of war through depression.

Grown men seeking validation on social media like a Japanese school girl,
begging for an internet audience and likes with their metaphorical tiddies out.

Where o where are the revolutionaries and the preachers,
Where are the freedom fighters and nerdcore hiphop musicians.

Driving down the back road late at night, man,
Left the Audi at home cruisin’ in the propane powered van.

It’s cheaper than gas and I’m saving up for that 32 GB of Ram,
You know what it is, here in nerdville we got our priorities right, fam.

Really just tired of a broken system sucking me dry,
I’d rather be playing video games gettin’ high.

Society forces me into a box of unrelenting conformity,
When I just want to be left alone and live in harmony.

Can’t even sell raw milk or eggs as a homesteader,
Forced to the plantation to work for the slave master.

Our individualism thrown in a fire bin to roast,
Rather than used to ferment our thought like compost.

My buddy just picked up a fat sack of Blue Dream,
I need some enhancers because later I’ll have to carry my team.

I’m a gamer my dude, and I enjoy fighting online crime,
When the terrorists plant a bomb I have no choice but to try.

Whether I’m building a colony of survivors or saving the world,
my creativity is free to cruise along with the high beams on.

Instead of pulling over for a police K-9 unit,
I hit the turbo and launch an EMP to disable their automobile.

Running and gunning on the way to my secret lair,
AI can’t keep up because I’m an old school video game player.

Reality trying to give me jail time and a felony,
But I’m just a nerd farmer trying to make a living.

5 a.m. my rooster lets me know it’s time to wake and pave the road,
Society sucks me back to the plantation like a fly abducted by a toad.

Another day in the office upholding the system,
Looking at my boss I just wanna shove a fist’en’em.

Fuck it I can’t do this anymore,
I’m packing my shit and movin’ to Mexico.