Nigrim Puer et Dark et Eius Mammouth - The Black [~] Dark Boy and His Mammoth by The Roman Memoir - HTML preview
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Chapter 29 - What Women Are
Everything you get from women is pleasure. Whatever you do, in every form of action, women are made of fat. Every inch of a woman is made from soft tissue. There is no such thing as a masculine woman. You harm them, you get pleasure, you speak with them, you get pleasure.
I have come across many circumstances where people of all kinds have been exposed to different kinds of stimuli. The human body reacts to it based on its intent. I tend to take things as they are, with reason. Emotions tend to confuse the tiny details needed to make any kind of sense. I have encountered fragile conditions, which needed the care of angels to harken. Yet with all the songs and with all the words spoken about the end or the purpose of everything, I vastly fail to explain the purpose of women. There is none. The woman is made primarily of faith, purely created or born to be a helper to the man. It is quite often funny to see how men handle their own women.
There are some men who are abusive, there are some men who are not. At the end of the day, all you get from men is strength and reason. All you get from women is faith and pleasure. I dodge the living hell out of men. They do not seem to provide any kind of valuable access towards the body. They have no in. All women have an in. My favorite one is their ears. I love getting into women's minds using sound. I love to use words. I think my brother likes to violate women using 80
smell. He sets up a trap cooking good smelling food. There are some men who trap women by what they see. There are some men who violate women using their sense of touch. My favorite one is sound. I can get to any woman from everywhere. The problem is the number of women and what you want. With simple reason you find that the end result of whatever you want to do with women will end up in faith and pleasure. Without using force, the best access I found to breach security to do whatever I pleasure without harming the body is sound. It's so nice to get in the minds of women. Sometimes, there is nothing there. Not even a thought. Not even an idea, or language. There are some women who are so uneducated that they primarily operate on feelings and emotions. In some, faith has gone to the shitters of hell.
At all times I make sure to avoid every kind of woman. To this day, I sell everyone who wants an illusion of women. I use cell phones. I use images. I avoid all kinds of democratic conversations or associations with all sorts of humans. They want to sit down and tell you, their story. They want to come into your house and breed with you like an animal. I treat them all as they want to be treated, yet I do not bring them into my room. They are a biological threat. All of them. Today, I will say a few words, make a few noises and cute sounds to appeal to them emotion online, then systematically proceed to drink and eat whatever I want while their fish like brain with its 5 second attention mark loses me, and the reality of the matter that I have no wife or children of any kind biologically, sinks in deep into their understanding. They will take their faith, and fully accept they will be scammed and are scammed because they won't get a penny's worth of family life, or any kind of real romance with me. I will drink and party my life to death.
I will dodge them all the days of their lives. Good luck raising biological children and any kind of actual physical romance. Live in the illusions I have created in the digital world forever.
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Chapter 30 - The man who digs his own grave
They have nothing holy in them. They are beastly, and they have no good function other than the one you want to raise them to be. They are pagans. They hide everywhere. They hide in between words, in the free spaces, they look above the word "save", they stay looking at the hollow opening in the middle of the words, they do not absorb any kind of information. They look towards the sky, right about your head on your forehead when they address you. They are not good for anything. They look at the paper, and instead of reading the letters, they look at the 82
dark paper, or the white paper instead of the letters. Sometimes they look on top of the letters and think in their minds they are avoiding you. They oppress people by trying to find words like
"dodging" in order to be elusive to the people nearby them. They live all their lives uneducated, evil as all hell and do nothing for society but damage it. What a nightmare dealing with these passive people who do nothing for society other than try and preserve their life. It baffles me how an individual person can be so useless they lose aspects of reality some should never lose.
They hide between the sentences. They look at everything but the word because they think they can do whatever they want. Not only is that not true, I have reached a final conclusion, no matter how much you dodge, you can never take life, because you will go to prison. They are so stupid they think they can get away with anything they want. I have had it with them. They stink so bad at everything they do. I prefer Europeans over them. They have a consciousness at least. They do not think, some do not even speak English. They are a threat to everything they touch. Only a few I have found to be reasonable. They have abandoned everything that is true and hold on to illusions. Dodge or not, the media I just read this morning says that more people die every day, for whatever reason. Some have completely left reason and just walk around like animals. I sometimes prefer animals. Their behavior is that of a stone.
The philosophy comes from the eagle. Everyone knows how to dodge. Every nation in the world has their own dodge. They never really tell you because they are respectful. It's the 83
Americans that are the problem. They are too Bald. They want to show off. They want to puff their chests like a prostitute about to get violated. All birds live in the air. The Apex happens to be the Eagle. In all their life, they want to live and act like animals, so you treat them as such.
They think they can do anything they want and get away with it. Find them outside, wherever they are and touch them. They will wake up and realize you can touch them and find them anywhere. There is a start to things, there is also an End. The moment Americans think American
sovereignty is superior, the thought exposes them for what they are Animals acting like Animals.
Treat them as such.
