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@toiletpaper @thomasroiloup so, I am just going to honest-poast (fuck me for being an autist)

what on dark fedi is hurting your brain and why do you think it is better to block it than address it? anything novel and painful we say must be at the least mild in its distance from you - or are you truly frail and unable to stand against the breeze

the world is shit and full of fuckery - why would you close your eyes to that? does the darkness hold bliss? what exactly do you wish not to see and engage with?

knowledge bringeth much sorrow - "For in much wisdom is much grief, and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow." (Ecclesiastes 1:18)

because to pre-know pain is to take that which will eventually cause suffering and in some smaller measure bear it, that would swamp and crush and overwhelm in its horror is ins instead made smaller and duller and more constant

we who face the nightmare that is the future and do not blink but laugh with tears in eyes and phlegm in throat and the bitter taste of tomorrow on the tongue ask you not to wilt and weep but face the morrow with hateful glee

to do so will not balm the taste of bitter failure not the make sweet the sound of the wall creaking and cracking and collapsing in, ever smaller and smaller and more choking and suffocating and panicked and gasping for breath

no - to hear our song of dooms and drumbeats to damnations and call to condemned and hopeless frenzy will not blow the stink of ages and the putrefaction of once great nations from your nostrils

it will not in its entirety and suddenness make small sorrows great lamentations and aches into those crushing and collapsing sufferings that one must seek the bliss of oblivion or hell

but to treat with us, who suffer in this age of worthless men and somehow less than that nations - it is to make steal from worthless rock that crumbles in the hand - to take the horror of our age and make from it a clownish dirge and call to arms

we are dying meat in a world festering and bloated and puffed to breaking by infection and canker and falsity and tolerance and every flavor of depravity

so I charge you not to be a faggot whose only interest in spreading and receiving seed meant for nothing but rotting and spreading disease, and to not be a race mixer who would sire children less related to you than a stranger, and to not indulge with glee the endless kikesludge that has become the opiate of the masses and not to burn your mind in the myriad of pointless sportslop and showslop and newslop

but instead to be a man, to be a fucking human - to lift weights because they are heavy and spill blood because it foul and to do hard things because everyone else has become soft

as I type this I may be very drunk, but I hope you choose to look the darkness of our age in the eye and stab it in the neck - because doing otherwise is cringe and gay