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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.

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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..

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We’re the ones that spawned from the narcissistic baby boomers. The first generation to hit reality while at the same time being the first paramedic on scene. We’re either suicided, drugged out, barely holding on to sanity, or faking it inside the system. We’ve watched everything great, turn into a steaming pile of horse shit. Our childhood could have been amazing if it wasn’t for the shadow hiding behind every thought.

As we grew up we watched people change, society change, social media, internet, faster and faster it went. From beeps and blips of dial-up to modem glitching in Halo 2 multiplayer on the Xbox 360. Never given a choice or solution to the torment we denied beneath. Watching atrocities unfold on the television as they control every aspect of thought. Trying to save the world you just fell for another 9/11 psyop.

We’re the generation no one talks about, black sheep of the family no one gives a fuck about. Speak some truth and even your family beats you down with a hockey stick. We were on OG Myspace trolling the streets before WiFi became a reason for you to cry when the power goes out. The war on consciousness you’ve never thought about, biting down on your retainer of propaganda cool aide and head gear never questioning your reality ya left in the freezer like an icey pop.

Boomers, zoomers, and normies on rotation as the gen y’s take the invasion of internet hate. Thinking for ourselves and questioning your modern day mindset, as your dancing on TikTok trying to get laid by some Instagram thot. Questioning reality as your barking in the comments about the left vs right paradigm. Wake up zaboomer if voting mattered they wouldn’t even let you do it. Decades of life devoted to statism as you spit bars for your presidential savior.

Generation Y is forced to sit back and watch, raising our voice only to be called crazy for the hundredth time. Beta males ruling the system as feminists cheer them on, we have no choice but to hide as the system takes your hand. Turning up PartyBoi69 so the beat can take back our mind, questioning reality as the normies collect their jabs for jobs and cheeseburger voucher collabs.

Wishing we were born in another time period to build a farm with a beautiful feminine lady, snapping back to reality so we can be solicited by empowered women for their Only Fans. The pinnacle of modern women’s success is going viral on social media and selling lewd pictures on the internet or working in an office paying taxes like a man. What a world we live in where the wheel of society is broken yet it keeps going round n’ round.

Everyone needing constant validation for throwing ping pong balls in a cup as their IQ drains out from the 5G microwaves. Running back to their bubble of narcissism so their feelings don’t get hurt. Wondering to myself where is the social contract I’m forced to abide by, meanwhile all my accounts are banned for speaking up about the agenda at hand.

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It’s amazing how many people prance around this place with no real skill sets or intelligence yet have no problem running their mouth as an expert. Big titties and ass will give you a platform to speak from, as simps line up like minions, only to watch her drag ass across the carpet like a dog with worms. Pathetic cowards giving up critical thinking for a women living on easy mode.

Never forget it was Gen Y that brought you back from the dead, from a zombie larping an ideological pre-made mindset. Downloaded from Netflix or Facebook as you harp some monologue mainstream bullshit. You forgot how to think for yourself silly slave where’s your mind at?

If you can’t question your beliefs with out cognitive dissonance maybe the delusions you believe aren’t true. After spending decades in government run schools how can you even trust your instincts as you take another chemical jab from Johnson and Johnson. Blaming the neighbors you never seem to truly uncover the propaganda that’s been laid out.

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I’ve been working on this website for about 10 years now. It was always my place to escape. My safe space. I could write, say, post, draw, design, larp, idk, anything I want. I’ve been banned from mainstream platforms hundreds.. if you include my fake accounts for trolling, thousands of times. It’s almost like wanting to disappear but you put that energy into disrupting the brainwaves of your normie e-neighbors. You really don’t care what happens, because the reality is society has always been dead.

I can work a job, with my hands whether carpenter or SEO specialist. Had my first salary career after dropping out of community college. Self taught in basic internet code and charisma I had a high paying job. Honestly though my only comfort zone was Nagolbud.com – with a mask on I used to train police science to be on a SWAT team. Got busted by some fag cop and decided to change my routine to hippy professor studying animal enzymes. Only to discover evolution and the system are the only dimes.

Dropped out of college 5 times in 3 years, 12 degrees, still searching for answers.’ Said fuck it all and sold the Audi’s for a propane powered van. Headed to the forest gonna construct me a homestead. Hey bitch, don’t you know you need special permissions to build with on property materials. Adobe house and log cabin ready only to be attacked by badges dick licking authority for pesos.

Shovel in hand evicted for not promoting the right house registration. With the power of the state at hand, violence and weapons ready to apprehend. What do you mean you don’t have a mortgage for 250 grand. You built a house in 2 years off the land? We can’t allow that because our bosses demand. I’ve gotta reach a quota or else I’ll be in big trouble by the sergeant. Fags in costumes dictating my life, what are you gonna do when the douches come for you about it.

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Normies don’t care as they prance around in mouth diapers. Shit spilling off their lips as they parrot the main stream media. Corona virus gonna eat you and it spreads through butterflies, running to your room ya hypnotized. I guess today they’ve got elections but I’m in Mexico laughing at the patreons. Signed up monthly for their income tax never second guessing their government wax. Ass hairs plucked clean their masculinity looking like a 7 year old baby boy.

What else is there to say, we live in a broken society. Normies propping it up to maintain their endless supply of cool aide. Don’t question a thing as you watch the screen. Sometimes the crazies understand but your too busy gassing yourself up in the mirror. Narcissists and atheists eating societies cock for a little respect in mainstream context. Who are we kidding they won’t challenge the media made narrative without engaging their gag reflex.

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You’re on deck to start your life with over a decade of school under your belt. Unable to discern whether your ideas be theirs or your own. Trying to decipher life’s code the umpire yells batter up! Forced into another 4+ years of schooling education you’ve never had time to figure things out. Forced to read and repeat with no end in sight.

The ball whizzes by and all you hear is strike one! Blinking your eyes you gasp for air as your mind starts to melt. Is this the life I want or is there something else. The pitcher winds up and wings one in, closing your eyes you take one big swing. Strike two!

Slamming down the alarm clock it’s already 5 a.m. Time to go and do my job at the corporate office as another day passes you close in on the hump. The excitement is unbearable barely making it to Friday when the fun can actually start.

After cleaning the house you’re exhausted from such a long week, passing out on the couch it’s already Sunday night and time to get things ready for yet another work week. Enjoying some Netflix programming you relax for one last second before everything hits repeat.

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Luckily the last pitch was a ball or you’d already be out, not paying attention at all. The umpire yells the count, noticing you’ve got one more chance to do something at the plate. Taking a step back you take a few practice swings with approval from the stands. Seeing retirement on the horizon you put on your coronavirus mask and jump into the batters box.

A high speed fast ball is coming your way, unable to react in time it pegs you in the leg. Falling over in pain you can’t seem to walk as your bat rolls around on the ground. A las, you’ve reached society’s max height and can do anything at all.

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Your bank account is huge and your wallet is fat. Wincing in pain however you hear the umpire motion to take your base. Cuddling up with your blanket you cry away the pain as a sweet new Netflix series plays over the loudspeaker of your old folk’s home..