>>40880811
Yeah, you are a pathetic excuse of a magician because what you do isn't real. Not one of you succtards has summoned anything of note. I have seen real magicians do some insane shit on stage, meanwhile you claim to have some guy penetrate you with his dick, but you're such a slut that you need to call it a woman. And you guys have the audacity to claim those performers are fake? Give me a break, you are a worthless piece of shit that's an evolutionary dead end. Maybe you sucked your pastor's cock more. You could have been in a better position, bitch. Actually, perform some magic or stay like a bitch. It's all luck, that's it, you're either lucky or not. There is no spirit that acts like your goddamn parent unless you got insanely lucky and got a sugar momma/daddy. And you are so unlucky that it's truly pathetic, stuck as a submissive bitch that acts more like a cuntbrain than a man.
>picrel
Hahahaha, you can't even get a woman to spit in your mouth if you tried to. Nice coping mechanism, retard.

>>40773146
Are you so scared of some pixels on a screen that you can't even read them? Didn't this 'Lilly' teach you to fight back against 'bullies' or is she too 'occupied' with not being real? What about defending the 'truth' you were going on about a few threads? Oh, what I am saying, your type tries to project confidence, but in reality there's nothing for you to stand on. You tempt people with mental fantasies, and I tempt you with reality, in all of its mundane glory. All is fair, isn't it? Funny how it suddenly becomes infuriating when people speak to you like this. It's almost like you're a prudish Christian so afraid of having real and meaningful sex that you are willing to deny yourself pleasure. But don't you want to feel good, to actually have a purpose? Why are you hurting yourself, for nothing? Have you ever held someone who you love in your arms after a night of passionate love? Someone that can cup your cheeks and tell you how shitty their day was? It's so great, you will enjoy it. You're just afraid of losing purpose, of meaning, but instead of devoting your deep spirituality to a meaningless fantasy, you can devote it to your wife.
>I'm destroyed
My, my, simple destruction isn't the purpose Mine. I don't want to hurt you, I want to help you. But you're being so stubborn. All you have to do to be on the path of self-healing and reconciliation with your own broken psyche is say seven words with the fullest force of your heart: "I was wrong, Lilly is not real," and keep saying that, and then the magic starts to work. No secret rituals, esoteric knowledge, just seven words, and seven is a lucky number too. It'll be a lot when you have to face the emptiness, but an emptiness allows someone to move in, someone real. Maybe retain a professional mental health therapist as well. There's a lot of trauma in that head of yours, wouldn't want you to relapse. Don't worry, they've heard many more outlandish stories than yours, but you are pretty up there.