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7/25/2025, 7:50:09 PM
If I didn't literally need money to live, I'd have absolutely zero issue with neeting for the rest of my life. I don't get why some of our kind feel like they're "missing out" or "falling behind". If anything, we are ahead of wagecucks. Imagine ascribing your life's value to how much capital you can earn for Mr. Shlomo lmao. Literal slave mindset.
>Yes massa, I be a good goy for massa, earn a whole LOTTA capital for massa!
>Yes massa, I be a good goy for massa, earn a whole LOTTA capital for massa!
7/18/2025, 5:01:25 PM
7/17/2025, 9:02:22 PM
>>24559143
Kek
That is the price you have to pay if you desire fame. He needs to stop being a bitch and take it like a man. Here's how Celine responded to the criticism of Sartre
>In my asshole where he can be found we can’t ask of J.B.S. too see clearly or to explain himself simply. J.B.S. it seems has nevertheless foreseen the solitude and obscurity of my anus...J.B.S. obviously is talking about himself when he writes on page 451: “This man fears every kind of solitude, that of the genius as well as that of the assassin.” Let’s understand what this means...Based on the weeklies J.B.S. only sees himself in the skin of a genius. For my part and based on his texts, I am forced to see J.B.S. only in the skin of an assassin, and even more, of a fucking police informant, cursed, hideous, a pain in the ass, rumor monger, a donkey in glasses. Here I am getting carried away! It’s not appropriate for my age or condition!... I was going to close here...disgusted, that’s all...I think it over...Assassin and brilliant? We’ve seen this before...After all...Maybe that’s the case with Sartre. An assassin he is, he wants to be one, that’s understood, but brilliant? Brilliant tiny turd of my ass ? Hmmm?...That remains to be seen...yes, to be sure, that could blossom...make itself known...but J.B.S.? His embryo eyes? His mean and petty shoulders? That fat little gut... and philosopher!...that add up to a lot of things...It seems he freed Paris on bicycle. He played around... at the Theater, the City [1], with the horrors of the era, the war, torture, irons, fire. But times change, and there he is growing, swelling up enormously, J.B.S.! He can’t control himself anymore...he no longer knows himself...from the embryo he is he’s becoming a creature...the cycle...he’s had enough of toys, cheating...he’s running after ordeals, real ordeals...prison...expiation... the stick, and the biggest of all sticks, the stake... J.B.S. becomes destiny.... the Furies! No more bagatelles... He wants to become a true monster! Now he’s yelling at De Gaulle.
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/sartre/comment/celine.htm
Kek
That is the price you have to pay if you desire fame. He needs to stop being a bitch and take it like a man. Here's how Celine responded to the criticism of Sartre
>In my asshole where he can be found we can’t ask of J.B.S. too see clearly or to explain himself simply. J.B.S. it seems has nevertheless foreseen the solitude and obscurity of my anus...J.B.S. obviously is talking about himself when he writes on page 451: “This man fears every kind of solitude, that of the genius as well as that of the assassin.” Let’s understand what this means...Based on the weeklies J.B.S. only sees himself in the skin of a genius. For my part and based on his texts, I am forced to see J.B.S. only in the skin of an assassin, and even more, of a fucking police informant, cursed, hideous, a pain in the ass, rumor monger, a donkey in glasses. Here I am getting carried away! It’s not appropriate for my age or condition!... I was going to close here...disgusted, that’s all...I think it over...Assassin and brilliant? We’ve seen this before...After all...Maybe that’s the case with Sartre. An assassin he is, he wants to be one, that’s understood, but brilliant? Brilliant tiny turd of my ass ? Hmmm?...That remains to be seen...yes, to be sure, that could blossom...make itself known...but J.B.S.? His embryo eyes? His mean and petty shoulders? That fat little gut... and philosopher!...that add up to a lot of things...It seems he freed Paris on bicycle. He played around... at the Theater, the City [1], with the horrors of the era, the war, torture, irons, fire. But times change, and there he is growing, swelling up enormously, J.B.S.! He can’t control himself anymore...he no longer knows himself...from the embryo he is he’s becoming a creature...the cycle...he’s had enough of toys, cheating...he’s running after ordeals, real ordeals...prison...expiation... the stick, and the biggest of all sticks, the stake... J.B.S. becomes destiny.... the Furies! No more bagatelles... He wants to become a true monster! Now he’s yelling at De Gaulle.
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/sartre/comment/celine.htm
6/29/2025, 6:39:10 PM
6/25/2025, 3:47:47 PM
>>713604776
Thinking of starting iceborne or maybe sunbreak, can't choose which one. Just finished high rank on wilds and I'll probably never touch it again. Gamepass has some new games coming out that I might try. Recently for doom the dark ages on there and I'm so glad I didn't pay for that game, it was super mid.
Thinking of starting iceborne or maybe sunbreak, can't choose which one. Just finished high rank on wilds and I'll probably never touch it again. Gamepass has some new games coming out that I might try. Recently for doom the dark ages on there and I'm so glad I didn't pay for that game, it was super mid.
6/24/2025, 2:02:43 PM
6/22/2025, 3:31:01 PM
6/19/2025, 2:08:16 AM
>>211880715
I could have probably did dat, even got my BBA in MIS and everything. But I got lazy and didn't look for any internships and went NEET for a year and forgot how to do everything technical by now, so nobody will hire me for that especially in this job market.
I could have probably did dat, even got my BBA in MIS and everything. But I got lazy and didn't look for any internships and went NEET for a year and forgot how to do everything technical by now, so nobody will hire me for that especially in this job market.
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