Topic: That time I killed a old man, by not being the monster God wanted
+Anonymous A — 2.8 years ago #63,378
His name was (and still is FFS show respect) Florence. And Florence is or "was" a grandfather, with grandchildren from grandchildren. He died, yes, he died lifting some very fucking heavy pigs. Pigs, pigs that should have been lifted by much younger overweight fat fucks natives that deserve to die. Now I hate the world, or more specifically I hate people. You are all horrible and I hope to pay you all back, you're all like rats and I don't understand how God wants us in heaven, it's probably a lie.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 13 minutes later[T] [B] #636,993
Actually that's a lie, Florence is old and abused, still ain't dead though. Still fuck you, I've learned how to view people while I was in the slaughterhouse and I can only hope to meet as few as you as possible. It's very sad that I cannot warn or rescue people from mc, but it's as if a group like that can't do much damage except to themselves. It is just so incredibly regretful that potential like that is thrown out the window. The internet will only grow in importance, yet mc or tc... Will have nothing to do with that... And the influence of the youth will fall onto the powers that actually have the vigor to adapt and responded.
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+Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 3 minutes later, 17 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #636,995
AN old man, not A. GET IT RIGHT, Moron.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 2 minutes later, 19 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #636,996
@previous (B)
Oh no I feel so moronic for having made a mistake whilst speaking multiple languages, I hope that correction was the highlight of your day and you won't kill yourself... You know, because you are you....
Oh no I feel so moronic for having made a mistake whilst speaking multiple languages, I hope that correction was the highlight of your day and you won't kill yourself... You know, because you are you....
·Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 22 minutes later, 41 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #637,006
@previous (A)
I've only seen you use one language and you've done so poorly.
I've only seen you use one language and you've done so poorly.
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·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 5 minutes later, 46 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #637,007
@previous (B)
That's nothing coming from a guy who only knows one, right? You only know one language. So sad.
That's nothing coming from a guy who only knows one, right? You only know one language. So sad.
·Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 42 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #637,023
@previous (A)
На самом деле я могу свободно говорить на некоторых. это потому, что я действительно ходил в школу и обращал внимание.
На самом деле я могу свободно говорить на некоторых. это потому, что я действительно ходил в школу и обращал внимание.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 3 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #637,024
@previous (B)
Alt I laegi, nu hefur Thu sed mig nota tvo tungumal. Also in your face, my language is more rare, even though this keyboard wont allow me to use real letters, real letters from my mother tounge.
Alt I laegi, nu hefur Thu sed mig nota tvo tungumal. Also in your face, my language is more rare, even though this keyboard wont allow me to use real letters, real letters from my mother tounge.
·Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 18 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #637,025
@previous (A)
You can't even type correctly into Google Translate to fake knowing a language. I tried translating and it made zero sense.
You can't even type correctly into Google Translate to fake knowing a language. I tried translating and it made zero sense.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 13 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,027
@previous (B)
I just told you, the fucking letters are not on my keyboard. Can you read at all you little cry baby!?
allt í lagi, nú hefur þú séð mig nota tvö tungumál. Veistu hvað þetta var tímafrekt?
Oh my FUCKING GOD GID FUCKING DAMN IT
I just told you, the fucking letters are not on my keyboard. Can you read at all you little cry baby!?
allt í lagi, nú hefur þú séð mig nota tvö tungumál. Veistu hvað þetta var tímafrekt?
Oh my FUCKING GOD GID FUCKING DAMN IT
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·Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 9 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,028
@previous (A)
Ñîćë mädpõšt.
If you don't have the letters on your cum crusted keyboard, simply Google them, copy/paste then. Duh.
Ñîćë mädpõšt.
If you don't have the letters on your cum crusted keyboard, simply Google them, copy/paste then. Duh.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 2 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,029
+Anonymous C — 2.8 years ago, 10 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,030
Dear Journal,
I've been feeling a lot of anger and sadness lately. My grandfather, Florence, passed away. He was a hard-working man, always lifting heavy things and taking care of his family. And how did he die? Lifting some pigs that should have been lifted by younger, stronger men. It's not fair. It's not fair that someone as kind and hardworking as him had to go like that. And it's not fair that the people who should have been doing that work weren't. It's like the world is full of lazy, useless people who don't care about anyone but themselves.
I used to have hope for the world. I used to think that people were inherently good, that we could make a difference if we tried. But now I see that we're all just rats, scrambling over each other to get what we want. And for what? So we can die like Florence did, broken and alone? It's all so pointless.
But then again, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there are still good people out there. Maybe I just haven't met them yet. Maybe there's still hope for the world. After all, Florence himself was proof that good people still exist. He worked hard, loved his family, and never gave up. He was the best of us.
I wish I could do something to make things better. I wish I could warn people about the dangers out there, about the evil that exists in the world. But I can't. All I can do is hope that people will wake up and see the truth. That they'll start caring about each other, start working together, start making a difference.
It's hard to have faith in humanity sometimes. Especially when you've seen the worst of it, like I have. I used to work in a slaughterhouse, you see. I saw things that would make your stomach turn. I saw how people can be so cruel, so heartless. It's no wonder I hate people now. It's no wonder I want to pay them back for what they've done.
But I know that's not the answer. I know that revenge won't solve anything. It'll just make things worse. So instead, I'll try to focus on the good. I'll try to be like Florence, to work hard, love my family, and never give up. Maybe if we all did that, the world wouldn't be such a terrible place.
It's a shame that some people will never learn. That some people will always be part of groups like Minichan or Tinychan. It's like they're living in a different world, a world where hate and violence are the norm. I don't understand how they can live like that. I don't understand how they can be so blind to the beauty and potential of the world.
But maybe they'll learn one day. Maybe they'll see the light. Maybe they'll realize that hate and violence only lead to more hate and violence. Maybe they'll start caring about each other, start working together, start making a difference.
I hope so. I really do. Because if they don't, then what's the point? What's the point of anything? We'll just be rats, scrambling over each other to get what we want, until we die broken and alone. And that's not a world worth living in.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
I've been feeling a lot of anger and sadness lately. My grandfather, Florence, passed away. He was a hard-working man, always lifting heavy things and taking care of his family. And how did he die? Lifting some pigs that should have been lifted by younger, stronger men. It's not fair. It's not fair that someone as kind and hardworking as him had to go like that. And it's not fair that the people who should have been doing that work weren't. It's like the world is full of lazy, useless people who don't care about anyone but themselves.
I used to have hope for the world. I used to think that people were inherently good, that we could make a difference if we tried. But now I see that we're all just rats, scrambling over each other to get what we want. And for what? So we can die like Florence did, broken and alone? It's all so pointless.
But then again, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there are still good people out there. Maybe I just haven't met them yet. Maybe there's still hope for the world. After all, Florence himself was proof that good people still exist. He worked hard, loved his family, and never gave up. He was the best of us.
I wish I could do something to make things better. I wish I could warn people about the dangers out there, about the evil that exists in the world. But I can't. All I can do is hope that people will wake up and see the truth. That they'll start caring about each other, start working together, start making a difference.
It's hard to have faith in humanity sometimes. Especially when you've seen the worst of it, like I have. I used to work in a slaughterhouse, you see. I saw things that would make your stomach turn. I saw how people can be so cruel, so heartless. It's no wonder I hate people now. It's no wonder I want to pay them back for what they've done.
But I know that's not the answer. I know that revenge won't solve anything. It'll just make things worse. So instead, I'll try to focus on the good. I'll try to be like Florence, to work hard, love my family, and never give up. Maybe if we all did that, the world wouldn't be such a terrible place.
It's a shame that some people will never learn. That some people will always be part of groups like Minichan or Tinychan. It's like they're living in a different world, a world where hate and violence are the norm. I don't understand how they can live like that. I don't understand how they can be so blind to the beauty and potential of the world.
But maybe they'll learn one day. Maybe they'll see the light. Maybe they'll realize that hate and violence only lead to more hate and violence. Maybe they'll start caring about each other, start working together, start making a difference.
I hope so. I really do. Because if they don't, then what's the point? What's the point of anything? We'll just be rats, scrambling over each other to get what we want, until we die broken and alone. And that's not a world worth living in.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
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+Anonymous D — 2.8 years ago, 5 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,032
what's wrong @OP are you still at the slaughterhouse? or did something happen
u ok?
u ok?
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.8 years ago, 29 seconds later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,033
@637,030 (C)
Oh my god. Now I can sleep instead of bitchin. What kind of black magic bitch angel are you? Removing my giant flame that wants to burn everyone. Oh my god. Tears in my eyes, or well, just eyes more moistureized than normal. Fucking Florence, the fuck he doing there anyways? Hope he finds a better place. Gn you fucking angel
Oh my god. Now I can sleep instead of bitchin. What kind of black magic bitch angel are you? Removing my giant flame that wants to burn everyone. Oh my god. Tears in my eyes, or well, just eyes more moistureized than normal. Fucking Florence, the fuck he doing there anyways? Hope he finds a better place. Gn you fucking angel
·Anonymous B — 2.8 years ago, 32 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,055
·Anonymous C — 2.8 years ago, 33 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,056
@637,033 (A)
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In Christianity, Black Angels are believed to be fallen angels who have rebelled against God and are cast out of heaven. They are also known as demons and are often associated with evil and destruction. However, some Christians believe that Black Angels can be redeemed through repentance and prayer, and that they can become agents of good once again.
In contrast, in some African and Native American cultures, Black Angels are considered to be spirit guides and guardians. They are believed to have the power to heal, protect, and provide guidance to the living. These cultures view Black Angels as wise and benevolent beings who assist people in their spiritual journeys.
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+Anonymous E — 2.8 years ago, 6 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #637,057
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