Anonymous
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10/22/2025, 10:40:25 AM
No.519515304
10/22/2025, 10:40:25 AM
No.519515304
>>519505826
A few things, primarily I refuse to let the jews win. Simply by LIVING I deny them a victory, that is enough sometimes. It helps when I feel like eating buckshot. Plus if I lose my nerve and start sexing lots of women then adding +1 X amount of times is an additional victory for the white race over the jew, even if it fucks me financially.
The small but very real flame inside of me that knows from experience that things CAN get better, hope I guess you could call it.
Then theres is a grim reminder from people I know who have died or suicided and are practically forgotten now. I think about that a lot, people, young people even, that were alive a year or so many ago that had a lifetime ahead of them and unlimited potential, just gone. They don't exist anymore, erased. That bothers me. Knowing the permanence of their absence and knowing that I can NEVER interact with their living being again. It's unnerving.
That disturbing thought compels me to keep living simply for it's own sake and so that those who know me won't have to forget me.
Then there is desire, I still need to sex a lot of pretty women. I still need to get lots of monies so I can fuck off and enjoy life a little more. I still need to build a literal spaceship to travel to agartha neu schwabenland or wherever. I still need to unlock the secrets of the universe. I still need to get gucci guns and gear. I still need to buy a farm. I still need to knock up lots of pretty women (for the third time).
Theres plenty of reasons to go on despite lifes challenges. Sometimes you just need to get out the house and quite literally look at the world from a different view. You can't have profound breakthroughs staring at the same 4 walls all day every day.
A few things, primarily I refuse to let the jews win. Simply by LIVING I deny them a victory, that is enough sometimes. It helps when I feel like eating buckshot. Plus if I lose my nerve and start sexing lots of women then adding +1 X amount of times is an additional victory for the white race over the jew, even if it fucks me financially.
The small but very real flame inside of me that knows from experience that things CAN get better, hope I guess you could call it.
Then theres is a grim reminder from people I know who have died or suicided and are practically forgotten now. I think about that a lot, people, young people even, that were alive a year or so many ago that had a lifetime ahead of them and unlimited potential, just gone. They don't exist anymore, erased. That bothers me. Knowing the permanence of their absence and knowing that I can NEVER interact with their living being again. It's unnerving.
That disturbing thought compels me to keep living simply for it's own sake and so that those who know me won't have to forget me.
Then there is desire, I still need to sex a lot of pretty women. I still need to get lots of monies so I can fuck off and enjoy life a little more. I still need to build a literal spaceship to travel to agartha neu schwabenland or wherever. I still need to unlock the secrets of the universe. I still need to get gucci guns and gear. I still need to buy a farm. I still need to knock up lots of pretty women (for the third time).
Theres plenty of reasons to go on despite lifes challenges. Sometimes you just need to get out the house and quite literally look at the world from a different view. You can't have profound breakthroughs staring at the same 4 walls all day every day.