what are you watching?

twin peaks for me

Cyberspace

The Internet. My first love. Once full of promises, a utopia, what have I loved this Internet. I wanted to be one with this entity, with this rush. So many people, so many cables, circuit boards and hard drives. The connections, technical and human, we can communicate with one another! What a romantic idea, we all can say anything to each other now.
But this idea is only romantic if it is stripped completely of its mediality. To be honest, that everybody can say anything is a really dumb idea. Noone can really want that. And why not? Because this would mean the total abolition of any value system. Language structures our lives. It also has material effects. If anyone can say anything, there are no rules. No rules, no values.
The idea of the imageboard 8chan was that anyone could say anything. No limits, no prohibitions. Completely anonymous. No one would ever be held accountable for anything they posted – and how should they be? You couldn't tell who wrote what. At the same time, this is the ultimate perversion: anyone can say anything, but not as themselves. And so, really no one has said anything. This forms the language of anonymous *chans: a downward spiral of condescending disdain. The unwritten rules for participating in a *chan conversation is to write something that outperforms all previous posts in viciousness, disdain, nihilism or other bad feelings. No reparative modes of communication seem to be allowed. Nothing in this sphere can heal you.
This mode of communication is not confined to imageboards, but enters the rest of the Internet through memes. There is no spell defining the rules of the game like in battle rap. In battle rap, there is a beginning and an ending, whatever is said in between is said and not said at the same time: it's a form of meta-communication. Also, this frame of reference makes transgressive statements possible in the first place. There is no spell on the Internet, as it is a ubiquitous medium.

hur

I got like several projects/biz i am trying to produce and collectively make mayb 600grand profit, which means it has to at least make, 600grand of sales/customer. Without much guide, i suppose logically i simply have to make this product "worth" 600 thousand sales.
Given the current market and the general assumption, how do i sort, of define, or research/calculate, the kind of materials and quality that will make these products (about 10 or so) sell/reach/shared by six hundred thousand people?

What are the elements, expectation, mechanism that is expectedly build these product to of such worth? Cheers

My Website

I hope this isn't considered down or anything, but I maintain a small text-based website. It has recipes and fun facts. If you have anything to say, (such as telling me a fun fact you know,) let me know.

https://bliksemlight.web.fc2.com

test

I think about you from time to time. I figure you're plenty smart enough to be living a good life, and hopefully it suits you. I'm here at the bottom of the barrel, scared and troubled. I am thinking a lot about all my loved ones I have lost along the way, and how sad and short life is. It's beautiful, too, though. I guess it all depends.

You look at the sunlight, and there it is. And then again it's a wash of all this information.

I don't take it for granted, but somehow I've got to survive.

Hope all is well.

I think it was a little too heavy handed over a letter. Just to be fair. I think about you all the time. I don't know what to say. Hope all is well.

now eating buckwheat

now eating greek buckwheat, that been lying on kitchen table for 2 days , 48horses+
aka stored outside of fringe fridge. with a bit of red hot chili pepper, tablespoon of sunflower oil, desert spoon of seasalt

is it okay?

News

>> 2020 Beirut explosions
> Several explosions in the port of Beirut, Lebanon, kill more than 70 people, injure more than 2,500 others and send shock waves that damage homes as far as 10 kilometers (6 miles) away. Prime Minister Hassan Diab, whose wife and daughter are among the injured, declares Wednesday a national day of mourning. The explosion was felt in a few nearby countries.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020%20Beirut%20explosions

How often do you guys come here

and what made you come here

https://www.wgbh.org/news/commentary/2021-12-15/a-150-billion-lawsuit-over-genocide-may-force-facebook-to-confront-its-dark-side

So the legal punishment for genocide is just a fine nowadays that you can easily pay as a rich person?

> We use the same rules around the world, and for everyone on Facebook.

Zuckerberg casually claiming world dominance.

Hey you! Yes you! I love you!

dogs

sometimes i think maybe the world and life is trying to help me

bur nah it's too angry to do so haha

whats happening right now???

CYBERPUNK BRIDGES
https://pikidiary.lol/users/jew

Hello World!

hi everyone !

Holiday Season

Now that it's Oct 1st, I am EXTREMELY excited for the holiday season.
There's Canadian thanksgiving, then Halloween and Christmas.
Even though I don't really buy things (except food), I don't decorate, and I don't have anyone to give gifts to and I don't receive gifts either.
I don't do much. It's more a state of being. I can't wait.

GET READY... THIS JANUARY.... CYBERPUNK_BRAIDENS-2025-

____
my name: Braiden Kailey
my age: 41
my favorite food: spicy ramen
my favorite band: the cure
hobbies: art, coding, and watching anime, I also play drums in a punk band called Negro Childe, you should check it out, you might like it :)
be me:
I live in Baltimore Maryland, under a bridge, but it's not any bridge, it's the first ever cyberpunk bridge. a new phenomenon that first started in the early 2000s by old school cyberpunks, coming together under unprecedented economic and societal conditions, to create sanctuarys, underneath bridges.
these bridge oasises, were given the name "cyberpunk bridge sanctuaries" by those who inhabitanted them.
armed with smart phones, cyberpunks repurposed old sleeping bags into a new concept called "sleeping bag cocoons" creating impromptu VR chambers, giving them temporary reprieve from the cold neon world of cyberpunk, Into a softer, digital light.
Not only did the cyberpunk bridge sanctuaries give shelter, but also connection, cyberpunks, formed new alliances and slowly created their own new sub culture of cyberpunk, "Bridge Punk"
Gathering under bridges bridge punks took part in the now sacred to their culture act of eating spicy ramen, gathering around steamy bowls, each slurp creating a bond to last the millennium.
no matter what our struggles, we know we have each other, in the cold world of cyberpunk it's easy to feel disonfranchised and alone, surrounded by cold metal, concrete and neon lights. but I'm the end, it all comes down to one thing, love. if we are able to transcend this digital abyss, and make the world a little better, maybe, just maybe, we can make it to the other side of the bridge, together.
my name is Braiden Kailey, and this is my story.

A thread of hope & inspiration for you

A thread of hope & inspiration for you

if you've been looking for it.

also a thread of self-motivation.
Take care of yourself and get your life together.

it starts with changing your thoughts

Are you fighting for defense or for domination?

Honeysuckle

This is a work of artistic fiction. A condensed form was considered, but for sake of expressing the emotive evoked by the originally inspired manuscripts, one of a jeweled fever dream, the original form has been kept. It represents an abstract letter of apology sent to an old friend due to a mistake in behavior that was made during a manic psychotic episode during November in the 2020’s. It is designed to be reminiscent of classics such as The Bell Jar, Nova Express, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

It may help raise awareness of mental health to consider that mental illness effects nearly 6% of adults in the United States, and touches all our lives in one way or another, either directly or indirectly.

The form of the original document has been kept, but has been separated into several more readable parts.

Honeysuckle

This is a work of artistic fiction. A condensed form was considered, but for sake of expressing the emotive evoked by the originally inspired manuscripts, one of a jeweled fever dream, the original form has been kept. It represents an abstract letter of apology sent to an old friend due to a mistake in behavior that was made during a manic psychotic episode during November in the 2020’s. It is designed to be reminiscent of classics such as The Bell Jar, Nova Express, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

It may help raise awareness of mental health to consider that mental illness effects nearly 6% of adults in the United States, and touches all our lives in one way or another, either directly or indirectly.

The form of the original document has been kept, but has been separated into several more readable parts.

Honeysuckle

This is a work of artistic fiction. A condensed form was considered, but for sake of expressing the emotive evoked by the originally inspired manuscripts, one of a jeweled fever dream, the original form has been kept. It represents an abstract letter of apology sent to an old friend due to a mistake in behavior that was made during a manic psychotic episode during November in the 2020’s. It is designed to be reminiscent of classics such as The Bell Jar, Nova Express, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

It may help raise awareness of mental health to consider that mental illness effects nearly 6% of adults in the United States, and touches all our lives in one way or another, either directly or indirectly.

The form of the original document has been kept, but has been separated into several more readable parts.

Honeysuckle

This is a work of artistic fiction. A condensed form was considered, but for sake of expressing the emotive evoked by the originally inspired manuscripts, one of a jeweled fever dream, the original form has been kept. It represents an abstract letter of apology sent to an old friend due to a mistake in behavior that was made during a manic psychotic episode during November in the 2020’s. It is designed to be reminiscent of classics such as The Bell Jar, Nova Express, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

It may help raise awareness of mental health to consider that mental illness effects nearly 6% of adults in the United States, and touches all our lives in one way or another, either directly or indirectly.

The form of the original document has been kept, but has been separated into several more readable parts.

We are all the children of the stars.

Please pardon me. I guess Joanne is on her way out. Loving and praying for you.

Please do be in touch. Again, sorry.

Your pal,

Science

Hope against all hope I will see you again.

I will always love you, dude. I will surely remember you forever as my special buddy who I care about a lot. May you be blessed in the eyes of the Lord always. You are my friend.

I was sick and couldn't control it. I am trying so hard. Please don't give up on me just yet.

I wish you well.

working on a letter of apology

hope against all hope I will see you again.

I will always love you, dude. I will surely remember you forever as my special buddy who I care about a lot. May you be blessed in the eyes of the Lord always.

Sorry for all the psychoclutter. I wish you well.

working on a letter of apology

hope against all hope I will see you again.

I will always love you, dude. I will surely remember you forever as my special buddy who I care about a lot. May you be blessed in the eyes of the Lord always.

Sorry for all the psychoclutter. I wish you well.

Yesterday my family had a fight.

:/
And we went for a walk. So my calves really hurt.

Texboard.net all year Halloween design

Texboard.net all year Halloween design
Just like a Pumpkin!

textboard.org also halloween, with bloody red font.

And .. multichan 0chan.vip is dead

And .. multichan 0chan.vip is dead
discontinued due domain expiration, said Sir Patch Blue Brown Robertson to our accredited journalist WutWutWutInzBa

"feel free to host your own. I don't have desire to renew domain & pay fo it. " said Leto Atreides.
meanwhile other instances of multichan, mellowchan also seem rip.

Being a continues push forward towards more decentralized dns (.eth. .ens .crypto), bbs & web3.

--- Autistici inventati reporter Michal Falk

BBS

I've just discovered a beautiful textboard forum you made.
Nice design, colours, css, speed, responsivness. It's better viewed with "night light on" my display, warm, when other white/gray parts don't emit blue light.

Link to sourcecode?

Sadly, you don't moderate/clean much other posters who don't follow rules.

*Currently drinking camomile mix with salviae officialis major*

guess thats where your de"more-crazy" came from

less crazy, actually, more "normies".

zzzzzzz

zzzzzzzzz

Fighting for your life is fine but don't mass murder unneccessarily.

dickscord

small chanlet server i made a few days ago, only join if youre b b b based

not a bot

.gg/TvGUMcXebM

Seasons

And the season shows its last traces, to depart once again, for a long time.

>no greentext

Text Paradise

Hey guys, I made my own textboard. Would be cool if you could drop by. Thanks!

https://textparadise.xyz/

Tor: http://textpd7sjaop2223dfmxplbmrjn4jf2rpt3dzk73w34i3qb7aa77zsid.onion/

čudan

New comfy textboard: https://textboard.lol

Textboard

Friendly greetings from https://freech.org/

NEW TEXTBOARD

https://bubble-echo.xyz/

Testing

Thesting this board happens right now.

Why can't I internalize this?

We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate... We are eager to tunnel under the Atlantic and bring the old world some weeks nearer to the new; but perchance the first news that will leak through into the broad flapping American ear will be that Princess Adelaide has the whooping cough.

blog

contain blogging to this thread

Winthrop whistling into the wind

wussy farts

*queef queeeeeeef*

Free Speech - use it or lose it

My nuanced rough view on the world that is not like everybody elses is that Trump is bad but Zuckerberg and Biden as well. So is Chinese surveillance and censorship on TikTok. Everyone could be nice together on this earth but we kind of aren't. Then again we would need to build a lot higher houses to fit all the people if everyone had a lot of children. And more pandemics would also become more likely with a higher population density...

Karen Daniels

It took me 48 hours to find somebody hiring for Jewish organized crime in Montreal. Annie was a mess. And that has now staged towards Karen Daniels constantly. I never got enough speeding tickets to turn her into Mia Townsend. The games never let you side with cops by design. Tortured South African diplomats are the hardest Ra social memory complex aspects to unlock: They are healing as Octave.

I can't sleep.

My sleep cycle is all messed up.
Should I cook myself a meal?

So like

Are there any natural sources of 4-methyl-benzaldehyde?

Zuckerfucker

Discussing politics is ok here, right?

RIGHT NOW, CYBERPUNKS, UNDERNEATH BRIDGES

SUPPORT CYBERPUNK BRIDGES

Hey! Guess what?!

I'm posting from w3m, a terminal browser!
It's nice of the website makers to support even the most basic web browsing tools!

sent from my urxvt application on arch linux

Nothing

Nothing is happening right now.

IF U LOVE DAT HOE

LICK IT
LICK IT LICK IT LICK IT LICK IT
LICK IT
LICKY LICKY LICKY LICK IT
HUNNY
LICK IT
LICKY LICKY LICK IT LICK IT
LA LA LA LA
YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM
*LICK IT*

posting over tor is fan-fuggin-tastic

dough nut
do nut
don't nut
dough knot
do not
do not know knot
do not dough not
donut dough knot
bagel
pretzel

God have mercy on me, I don't know how much more I can take.

Cracky is catharsis

Cracky-chan is so fucking cute and sweet

https://cracky-chan.com/

Another year.

dreams

Waking up from extremely erotic yet disturbing dreams the past few nights. I want to cease living.

shame on me.

I haven't had the chance to sit down and speak my mind, but considering the situation, you already know the sort of horrific garbage i'm going through. been right up on the edge of oblivion for a little while, as I had my arm twisted by horrors i certainly cannot comprehend. some I can, i guess, but this is getting weird even by terrence mckenna standards. in a few weeks ive lost almost all my friends, my self respect, the sanctity of my spirit. im just waiting around for the wrecking ball at this point, and trying to have a little courage to keep my character resonant, or like, you know, whatever.

the enemy within: how psyops ruined my love life.

im in pretty bad shape really. i was talking to that one friend, and saw that ... alright, thought stealing! must have been a pretty good one, so, there's that

I don't know. I'm psychicly capable of surviving the walk of shame as your entire life, but the thing I've endured is being put way way low on the totem pole, under stuff like richard goldberg and company, and people who no mothra could love.

i think about it. i have this going on, and some of them cats are drinking mai thais in swizzlerland or whatever amazing world we live in. i just want my noise, and to live, but im so teeter totter weeble wobble lately that I am not sure about myself, or the future, or if im going to survive the harships at hand.

so, anyway, thank you for not exactly leaving. im sorry you have to watch this. i care about you a lot, and im glad you're there, even as if somebody with an insect in a jar or whatever. but, like i said, i really do care, and i hope you're alright, and... I saw my one dear friend die recently, and where he had worked so hard, he was quietly.

yes, yes, the point of all this: could you tell little hobbit-com direct secret sauce 11:11 777

poetry thread, again

The Drug War

A nation's greatness can crumble
If a single soldier fails to fulfill his duty.
A man does not live for himself alone,
But for all of humanity.

My politics are simple:
How you spend your money,
What you see with your eyes,
What you hear with your ears,
What you do with your hands,
And where you go with your feet.

I believe that commerce unites us all,
And that wealth is malignant if it is not used for the common good.
I believe that personal property is a natural right,
And that liberty is best practiced with dignity and respect.

No man should transgress against another,
For this is the Non-Aggression Principle.
My politics are that all men are created equal,
And that we are all brothers under the stars.

This is not a pretty picture,
But there is hope for us all.
We must work together to create a better world,
For we are all connected.

Illuminated

Is this place slow, or is it dead?

And is there any difference between the two?
Jokes aside, what are your thoughts on small imageboards/textboards that come and go?
I feel a lot of them struggle to find a purpose and uniqueness and as a result struggle to survive after an initial boom of posts that the advertising and excitement for something new bring
However I think it's nice to see all these attempts, it somehow shows that there are people who still care this type of communication. And it's especially fun when you see something which looks original and isn't the usual ib script and theme
Addressing the faq:
>Why does this exist?
>Why do you exist?
I think you misinterpreted the question. What is usually meant by it is:
>Why do you think anybody would ever frequent your website instead of the googleplex of other basically equal ones functionality-wise?
You can't ask the same question to me because people can't choose who they are close to irl as easily as they can choose what website they visit. And anyway if your plan is to have a site alive as much as my social life then you're not well off...

COINTELPRO and the inevitable end

Ik heb voortdurend problemen in de gemeenschap met gerichte intimidatiecampagnes, waarvan ik zeker weet dat ze hun oorsprong vinden in (lokale?) .fuzz, misschien in onbekende delen. Ik weet niet goed wat ik moet doen, want ik ben er vrij zeker van dat ik onder druk word gezet om iets stoms te doen, terwijl ik eigenlijk liever iets slims zou doen en gewoon een goed leven zou leiden en een goede individuele bijdrage zou leveren. Ik zie mensen die in alle opzichten slechter zijn dan ik, floreren in hun schuilplaats, dus misschien heb ik gewoon een zenuw geraakt. Ik weet het niet. Ik ben een universele vriend en verdien geen harde liefde.

Ik ben niet blij dat ik mezelf compromitteer om mensen te helpen die me martelen en mijn naam vergiftigen, zoals je je kunt voorstellen, en ik weet niet of iets anders me zal helpen dan van de aardbodem verdwijnen. De weg is een wrede meesteres.

Maar ik ben aan het eind van mijn Latijn als het gaat om "negeer de staat en het zal weggaan", en ik wil om input vragen - vooral van jou, want ik weet echt niet wat ik moet zeggen of doen. Ik weiger alleen maar te dromen van wat er kan komen, alleen maar uit een koppig gebaar naar mijn geliefde vrienden. Respect is tweerichtingsverkeer, zelfs voor onkruid in de tuin. Ik kan heel goed verdorren van de stress, maar voorlopig ben ik heerlijk veerkrachtig en bekwaam. Het is echt wurst!

Dus, nog ideeën? Liefde is makkelijk, maar haat is moeilijk.

and so...i am free.

to, something

the prince of snails

an unmarked pauper's grave
a sinner and a saint
now crowned in silent majesty
among the great unsung

the kindness of his hand
enshrined hour glass sand
drowning the stars still dazzling
and fading in the morn

it was an honor
it was a pleasure
it was a glory
it was my treasure
it was the purpose
of life's adventure
to have known and loved and cared for all
a shelter from the weather

sleeping i don't dream
your poor heart troubled, too
with things no one has need to know
and things no one can do

in puzzled geometric
blown in a silent wind
i can't remember anything
except that one time when

it was an honor
it was a pleasure
it was true glory
it was a tresure
it was the purpose
of life's adventure
to have known and served and cared for all
enveloped in endeavor

time crawls and years fly by
once more the fireflies
with no lace of fear in love
perhaps the fields will grow

nowhere to where you are, journey
nowhere to where you are, journey
nowhere to where you are, journey
nowhere to where you are, journey

it was an honor
it was a pleasure
it was true glory
it was a treasure
it was the purpose
of life's adventure
to have known and served and cared for all
in overflowing measure

late night tears

You get to feeling sore sometimes.

Board Software?

This site is pretty cool. What software does it use?

古いパブリック ドメインの聖書の写真

古いパブリック ドメインの聖書の写真

https://pastelink.net/oldbiblepics83

ITT we communicate to each other with grateful dead lyrics

What could this mean?

"Blue light rain
Whoa, unbroken chain
Looking for familiar faces
In an empty window pane
Listening for the secret
Searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher
And the baying of his hounds
Willow sky
Whoa, I walk and wonder why
They say love your brother
But you will catch it when you try
Roll you down the line boy
Drop you for a loss
Ride you out on a cold railroad
And nail you to a cross
November and more
As I wait for the score
They're telling me forgiveness
Is the key to every door
A slow winder day
A night like forever
Sink like a stone
Float like a feather
Lilac rain, unbroken chain
Song of the saw-whet owl
Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane
Listening to the winds howl
Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls
Unbroken chain of sky and sea
Unbroken chain of the western wind
Unbroken chain of you and me"

g.g. allin

i think this guy wanted to be taken seriously, but a lot of what this dude did was just sort of push the envelope on performance art in a way that let him shittily fulfill his brother's dreams of having a band, since I'm sure that was plenty of people's idea of a thing to be at that time. still is, i guess.

but the cuts this guy makes on himself, the forehead smashed, all that- isn't that just basic showmanship self mutilation? I've seen real serious cutters before, and that's just really safe showy stuff. is he even real? I mean, surely, he gets the right idea, but is that it?

life sucks scumfuc

Hail tonight

Snow on the ground, hail above

poem

The younger Van Eyck
Was christened Jan, not Mike.
The thought of this curious mistake
Often kept him awake.

There is nothing to love

but love itself

fuck love?

autopilot zombie mode until I am stable enough to commit myself. you should have seen my friend hah s/he could have jumped out of their skin. stupid mormans need man up.

me rikey

The bird has the worm

and the dog is in the bin.

you know what, honestly

this one isn't the worst thing in the world. at least i'm getting in a little math solving the captchas. but really some of this is just not something in my eyes and ears and what's left of my brain, and just way way too much. i think too much of myself, and i am not so special.

Covid 19

> A nicotinic hypothesis for Covid-19 with preventive and therapeutic implications

>> SARS-CoV-2 epidemics raises a considerable issue of public health at the planetary scale. There is a pressing urgency to find treatments based upon currently available scientific knowledge. Therefore, we tentatively propose a hypothesis which hopefully might ultimately help saving lives. Based on the current scientific literature and on new epidemiological data which reveal that current smoking status appears to be a protective factor against the infection by SARS-CoV-2 [1], we hypothesize that the nicotinic acetylcholine receptor (nAChR) plays a key role in the pathophysiology of Covid-19 infection and might represent a target for the prevention and control of Covid-19 infection.

Source: https://www.qeios.com/read/FXGQSB

Seems like Nicotine can help treat a coronavirus infection.

Pandemic

We’re all gonna die

Christmas Cheer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bz_p7W4-hs

Another post

Another post

Do not go outside

Do not touch the child
Close all windows and doors and lock them quick
Do not touch the child
Do not touch the child
Do not look at the child
Do not listen to the child
Do not talk to the child
Do not touch the child
Do not acknowledge the child
Do not go near the child
Do not let the child touch you
Go into a room with no windows and a door you may lock (such as a bathroom) and lock the doors if you have seen or heard the child, and cover your ears and close your eyes.
If you have touched the child, and have a bladed weapon, such as a knife, promptly bring the blade to your kneck and slice it open.
If you have a firearm and have touched the child, bring the end of the barrel to your lower jaw, pointing in the direction of your skull, and pull the trigger. Do not try and attack the child.
If you have looked at or listened to the child for longer than 5 minutes, Do the same.
If you were in the same room as the child for 300 seconds or longer, then pray to your god.
Do not let the child in.
If you have seen the child outside, have not locked yourself away in a room, and hear knocking on your door, your god can no longer save you. Do not even try and run. To make it all go quickly, open your door.
If you see someone open their door, curl up in the fetal position, close your eyes, and wait until the screams are finished.
If you hear knocking on your door, but have not seen the child, there is still hope, please do as aforementioned and lock yourself in a room with no windows.
If your children are outside at this time, do not bring them back in. They are not your children anymore.
Do not worry about pets of any sort. They only die if you die, their safety relies on yours. However, if wanted, do bring your animals to a safe area.
If you are outside at this time, rest in peace.
Do not touch the child

Decemberchan

Decemberchan. A new, 1 month textboard.
Come give it a try if you'd like.
https://decemberchan.fun/

Hiiii

Today is a good day! I don't feel like killing myself. How are all of you?

Censorship

# 5 Serious Flaws in the New Brazilian “Fake News” Bill that Will Undermine Human Rights [UPDATED]

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/08/faq-why-brazils-plan-mandate-traceability-private-messaging-apps-will-break-users

Brazil joins New Zealand on the race for becoming a police state.

Naggers and Joos

The naggers are conducting a reign of terror by committing massive amounts of violent crime around the globe, and the joos have their back.

We will not live in fear of naggers, nor will we be governed by joos.

The joos and naggers are working to take people's minds through an overwhelming stream of disinformation and propaganda.

The liberal culture we see in the west is a jooish fabrication.

!!!!!!

See https://naggers.net for more information.

!!!!!!

The joos own the governments and media in the west.

The joos use their power to pass anti-white laws, run anti-white media, censor black crimes and intensely promote miscegenation, LGBT and diversity.

The joos are funding massive illegal migration in USA and Europe.

Joos genocided 60 million people, fabricated the holocaust as a distraction, framed Hitler as the bad guy, and then took over the education system to prevent people from finding out.

The gas chambers of the "holocaust" are akin to the WMDs of Iraq, a farce used to justify military action.

The jooish holy book says that non-joos are the same as animals. How would joos feel if people were instructed to consider -them- as animals?

Should they be setting our laws and choosing our education?

As traditional terrorists call white people "infidels," jooish terrorists call white people "goyim" or “gentiles.”

-

We are in a situation where we cannot rely on or trust the governments and the elections are not in the hands of the people.

Each nagger costs taxpayers approximately $750k (in welfare alone) over their lifetime.

Naggers say they attack whites because of “slavery” but most slave traders were jooish and the average joo was 40x more likely to be a slave owner than a white person.

Besides being a mostly jooish phenomenon, the number of enslaved naggers in the USA was extremely small and is obfuscated by the joos for rhetorical effect.

We move forward by sharing this information, awareness is essential.

lol

gonna get stuck here... forever

I'm freezing!!!

I'm so cold, just drinking coffee, and trying to stay warm. I hate being cold and having my skin crack but I really hate the responsiblities of warm weather keeping up with yardwork, bugs, and more people walking by my home.

Sick Gear

Alright anon: what is the gear that defines your life? What are the cool tools and items that bump you up? What's your EDC? What are your favorite "can not live without it" toys that make your life livable? Does it amplify your persona as an extension of your living will? This is not counting your glow in the dark flesh light. Anything goes. Luggage, electronics, pocket knives, only your best tech.

I'll start: I like pelican cases for travelling with electronics just way too much.

Right now

I'm procrastinating on going to sleep. This seems like a nice place. I'd like to feel a connection to people through the internet again, a forgotten feeling.

Im chewing

lord

what fools these mortals be

XaTuring

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i make ada stupid thread

song lyrics thread

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside

I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
The steaming soup begins to melt
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know your rights
You know you're right

You know your rights
You know your rights
You know your rights
Pain

There still isn't much going on right now.

Isn't that sad?

hot chili pepper cheese log

these look doable for christmas gifts, and delicious.
walnuts, chili, sure, but how do i spice these up and give them my own original twist?
would crushed red pepper do anything? what about something for texture? bit of garlic?

take my game to the next level

The Black Problem

The blacks are conducting a reign of terror by committing massive amounts of violent crime around the globe.

We will not allow a country where people must live in fear of niggers.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I strongly suggest you view, learn and *share* the document available here:
http://naggers.likesyou.org/ or http://naggerz.likesyou.org/ (HTML format, website)(mirrors)(recommended)
https://files.catbox.moe/52salp.pdf (PDF format, 48 MB)(recommended)
https://files.catbox.moe/as5ux6.zip (DOC format, 102 MB)
(67 pages with infographics, lulz, and more)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The jews own the governments and media in the west.

The jews use their power to pass anti-white laws, run anti-white media, censor black crimes and intensely promote miscegenation and LGBT.

The jews are funding massive illegal migration in USA and Europe.

Jews genocided 60 million people, fabricated the holocaust as a distraction, framed Hitler as the bad guy, and then took over the education system to prevent people from finding out.

Jews and niggers are the oppressors, not the oppressed.

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We are in a situation where we cannot rely on or trust the governments.

Don’t count on getting the right president in, the elections are not in the hands of the people.

It takes over 3 whites worth of tax, per nigger on average, to pay to keep them alive. Jews are paying for their nigger army using your money.

The nigger problem must be brought to everyone’s attention until it is fixed.

->The website version is being DDoS’d by jews, see which mirror works.<-

About

Just read the 'about' page, seems like a lot of sadness.

nocturne of the glimmering void

it takes more than courage

for the void

there was a time, i guess it was closing time, and i could feel the wolves circling, and the vultures up ahead slavering, and even flies gathering, blue bottles, green bottles. I knew. She didn't, i don't guess. You might have. The modem kept flickering in and out, so at a hint, I went and spent time with my assistant. I was stressed so bad that I was shaking, but she was always cool as a cucumber. her nerves were sour too, but for different reasons. I had put one in her, so maybe that was it. She couldn't be happy with anything, but i did satisfy her in that regard, i guess. i'm ok with it, but i wanted to chat, you know?

So i held her, frightened beyond my wits, sweating from it a little, wandering heart's fireworks splattering my shame across the universe.

I think about it sometimes, that I was born with this whole crazy trip inside of myself, as much as there will be and was, decompressing from a few chemicals collapsed into some stray gametes, from my mother's fuck.

so we did, you know, haphazardly. she was tired, i was getting ready for the minor death of all i was. i didn't know the devil and his children were sharpening their cutlery for the feast, but the time for me to pay my dues had come.

and i was spent, you know.

and i'm sitting there hot and sticky, her barely awake for the pitiful puppet show, and i'm wondering about you. i did the right thing, you know. I had demured, for although it looked real nice, a brass kaleidoscope with jewels, when I had a silver one, well, whatever it was- I knew my place was at her side, and although I am a rascally rabite, I knew the difference between right and wrong enough to be a man for a change.

I had done so much work inside myself that was completely unrewarded, unappreciated, and completely obliterated by my completely unethical dehumanization. the first few weeks I stayed in tears, upset so bad, with all those bastards working on me like a drunken dentist. the stakes were so high.

Snow

Lots of snow.

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right now

i am taking my morning supplements with apple cider vinegar water (with mother)

what's your wake up nutrient mix? what works?

to all that high class ass that's too hot too fast

ain't nothing to me. i've had better than you crawling on their hands and feet to lace up my fuckin' shoes. You talk a lot of shit, and I appreciate that, but I'd have you wrapped around my little finger in no time, begging me for it, because that's how I am, and that's how it is.

Don't mean nothing to me, man can be convinced of anything.

India and China

It has been almost a week since the two big nations had a bloody border at Galwan Valley. Information has been scare since China never discusses anything and India hardly ever wants to escalate anything.

This is the most comprehensive account that I can find on what happened on June 15th :

https://www.indiatoday.in/amp/india/story/3-separate-brawls-outsider-chinese-troops-more-most-detailed-account-of-the-brutal-june-15-galwan-battle-1691185-2020-06-21

No. It is not going to become WW3... unless America helps it become.

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Well, there is room at the table for 4D, I suppose? I have to admit that I understand your concerns, what little I am able to discern of them, and I appreciate your hard work if anyone does. I am your hard work.

cheap lies. i guess either one of us would have something, or a lot of nothing, to say about that. i'm so thick skinned that I hardly even notice what is happening to me.

I want to say that I do love you very much, and that I'm terribly sorry for the way I am.

Different things happen to different people the same. While I do not have, say, cancer, I suppose that it's hard just to shrug it off as if it were snake skin to convenience you. If I could, I would. It's cruel, and real, and unreal, and just most days way too real, living as a shifting patch of shade in all these uhm, prismatic chains of what surely isn't light. That's how I feel, the same man stepping into the same river, but so accelerated. It's nothing much to me.

I try not to be too sour about it. Where do you come from? What was your child psychology? I guess that's on file too, somewhere.

I would carry your cross if I could, but I'm struggling with my own. I guess I'll have to try. I guess love is not a burden.

In the end, the way I look at it is that there is not much good that comes out of some days. right now I am trying to be a little more or less farsighted and have an appreciation for the little baby steps. My basics are pretty dynamic in their shifting, so, we do what we can do we, and want for more than is possible.

I don't really worry about certain people too much anymore. They don't worry about me too much, either.

Genetics does not apply here. I'm looking at it through a different lens these days, and I see that it's more or less not a good thing for good people. I heard it said "grist for the mill," so as to make the bread of God? Who knows. My insights into the metaphysical are pretty bizarre, and not entirely accurate sometimes.

TWO BEES IN A BUCKET MOTHER MOTHER

I'm going to fix this chair if I have to go to hell forever for it. I don't care. I'm going to fix it if it kills me.

e'erbody with a JUG gettin tipzy

My brother Bill runs a still on the hill
Where he turns out a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly
Just from sniffing that good old mountain dew.

They call it that good old mountan dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

My aunt Lucille had an automobile,
It ran on a gallon or two.
It didn't need no gas and it didn't need no oil,
It just ran on that good old mountain dew.

They call it that good old mountan dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short,
He measure 'bout four foot two,
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew.

They call it that good old mountan dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume,
It had such a wonderful "pew"
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
It was nothing but that good old mountain dew

They call it that good old mountan dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue,
But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace
Of that good old mountain dew.

i love you very much

you are a jewel of endless splendor

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