The Muse of Cinderella-Queens.
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Baseline: What women value guarantees their attraction to be exclusionary when identifying weaknesses in a mate. A pig of a person embraces gluttony with sin.
LGBTQ+ are emboldened to normalize sexualizing children. Why? They are "proud" incestuous-pedophiles. Surely, you’re born with a “trajectory” to discover your (bipolar) identity and sexual preferences, but that doesn’t mean anyone has a parent’s permission to sexually abuse I-I-I-mean “awaken” their children from their “bliss.” Denial is bliss. I'm talking to you faggots out there, specifically; you're due to be scrutinized by a straight, white male. Deepest, deepest down inside, children are just incestuous-pedophiles (in-training) seducing the world (irresponsibly) with maturing bodies. It’s because of factors within and without of their control, kids don’t need your help to establish (and hasten) that connection. Doctors (with a conscience) know exactly how to gender your children. Proud idiots love to interfere with children sexually. Why? They take their cues from religion: an innocent brain is a malleable brain. Groomers are proud idiots. I especially didn’t need someone (as a child) who wanted to fuck the virginity out of me, to awaken me to reality that a dying civilization idolizes contraception. Do you get it? We are not replenishing the population fast enough (thanks to the influence of the family court system, abortion, the demasculinization of men, feminism and the sexualization of children). This explains how government triggers the massive illegal border influx. With(out) immigrants, Western civilization doesn't stand a chance fighting off communism (unless you’re a communist immigrant enjoying the fruits of capitalism). What if grooming children at a young age (to desire sex) does its part to growing-people-comfortable (erasing the ignorance) with the fact we are all incestuous-pedophiles. I’d say if you are comfortable with that, but you don’t break the law (like me), you’re a model citizen. At the end of the day, my outlook exists because psychosis revealed precisely why procreation remains a successful part of our evolution; it's because of this lack of mystique (towards sex), I remain a non-threat, because there's nothing curious to me about sexuality that can inspire me to commit crime. I find the root of sex rather unpalatable, but I accept that. Denial keeps us from the truth when our presumptions (of innocence) are tested. For most people, that’s for the best because that revelation will heighten their curiosity to confirm my claims. It’s not the type of thing you’re encouraged to be honest about. Why? I'm in the position (thanks to psychosis) to publish that forbidden insight because I have a broken record for a conscience. What's broken about it? I can't suffer in silence; hence the repetition of woe beseeching an audience. Since I’m here, I might as well tell you why procreation is guaranteed to excite people. EXCITE people about doing what it takes, but won't guarantee to deliver fulfillment. There are life hacks that trump our desire to procreate (i.e., anal, blowjobs, masturbation). We only repeat this exercise because:
1. sex does not guarantee fulfillment.
2. horny retards can't suffer in silence.
But…procreation requires we have sex, but most incestuous-pedophiles don’t want to RISK making a baby. Why? Leaving behind a trace of evidence.
Eventually (thanks to elites meddling), too many people grow comfortable with the fact they are incestuous-pedophiles, and the ones with a broken conscience work on their conspiracies to reveal the deceptions of government puppets (i.e., Justin Trudeau).
The ultimate solution for incestuous-pedophiles are (sadly) to fuck children, until it exterminates the human race.
That’s a despicable conclusion, but while it's true, I never condone it. Denial is conscience (as a broken record); keeps us from the worst-case truth (or in my case recall it at nauseam), that Satan designs our sin through our lack of faith in God. If sin is your faith, you are a satanic puppet. Psychosis confirmed this generalization about humanity to be TRUE: sex must remain mysterious, to disguise (the root of) our perversions before marriage is consummated with at least two or more children. The degree you experience denial (about your perversions) determines whether or not incest and rape are palatable enough to pursue (illegal activity). Even straight up consensual sex is unsavoury. In this regard, I obey man's law not nature's law. Facts are based on what we are capable of confirming. A child’s womb is a natural prophylactic. Society's criminals confirmed that. "Sure, sure...blame criminals..." A boy is just a cavity to fill with semen. I see one appeal of being gay because gay people can’t leave behind any physical evidence of rape and incest. But that’s not true, exactly... Children can't help but groom adults to seduce them. Maturing bodies…seduce with children's curiosity receiving lecherous leers; unsure of the dangers. That’s a fucking fact I can confirm through my experience with psychosis. That’s the nature of puberty: nature’s law is not man’s law; nature's law does not obey man's law. Why hide that fact? Control! It’s naturally seductive to mature (when you are young), or to avoid maturity (when you are old). Gay parents understand that it takes SACRIFICE to raise a child. More to the point, you mustn’t fuck it. So long as you don’t break the law, I pray your advantages as a gay couple (to parenting), compensates for your increased desire to fuck children. Why increase? It (potentially) role-plays THEIR past untreated abuse-oh-no-I mean "awakening;" with less guilt over seducing a maturing child. Why? Well…at least it’s not incest grooming someone else's kid. OMG! DENIAL! DENIAL! DENIAL! CLAIM! CLAIM! CLAIM! God forgives those who give mercy to the devil; if you ask. There’s no blood relation to adopted children, so let’s add this up. Perverting a minor, not related, can’t get pregnant. Being gay around young boys…there is no wonderment to the possibility we are all gay, because I believe it’s likely to be true. Keep reading. Straight people live in the denial gay people accept. Gay people accept who they are, so...they have a clear conscience to groom your children; conscience alone (like love) is not moral. Conscience only wishes to avoid regret. Their motivation comes from regretting living a doctor's lie (via "misgendering"). If gay people don’t groom your children, they are forced into co-dependent relationships thinking children will give them purpose beyond idolizing contraception. That's a gay marriage in a nutshell.
What makes you think, a family doesn’t need a woman? “We are lesbian.” What makes you think, a lesbian family doesn’t need cock? What?! Lesbians are interesting to a Sardonic Poet. Aren’t they just "men" in women’s bodies? Based on how I’ve been programmed as a child, gays are gay for men. Lesbians are gay for cock. Interesting. Explain John. Lesbians have phantom limb pain. Why? They need the one thing they fucking hate: penis envy. Their lack of male genitals means their vagina is a chastity belt to ultimate fulfillment: I have a penis, and it’s great (because I can pee standing up). Gay dudes have a mouth, cock, and asshole. Pussy is exclusive to women …pussy is just an inverted cock. Incestuous-pedophilia. Small penises are small enough to fit small holes. Large penises sub-consciously imagined (by horny retards) role-playing sex with their biological father (as a child) given the penis is too large to fit... I've just outed the perversion for every white woman who enjoys fucking black dudes. A combination of age, penis size and distinct features keep white women’s fantasy from connecting the dots responsible for fuelling their stigmatic perversion with ignorance. If Chinese and Indian dudes were known (instead of black men) for huge cocks; horny-retards would prioritizes them with sex to fuel their ignorance. A woman's delusions can shake the pillars of heaven (with their audacity to be wrong). Women, both straight and lesbian have penis envy. Sexually-masculine, straight women have penis envy SO strong straight (stigmatic) women are gay for cock. That’s why horny women are absolute PIGS. Imagine a lesbian born with penis envy SO strong they desire sex from well-endowed men to relieve their phantom penis pain. That’s the straight, liberal woman. *Sigh* Humanity is BEYOND repair…the world needs sardonic clarity as to why humanity will not survive the encumbered flow of rapture. Why? WE ARE FUCKING IDOLIZING CONTRACEPTION! That perverts God’s intent to breed us. Satan’s pussy is the sweetest sin: Losing your virginity before marriage. Only a doomsday scenario will convert heathens to God. That’s an individual destiny Cinderella-Queen. Time is on a different schedule (than you).
Humanity is designed to self-destruct when they idolize contraception. There are too many people that don’t care and are just riding it out to the end. They saw the collapse of civilization decades in advance and derive pleasure from grooming sexually retarded idiots out of their denial to accept the inevitable: My belief is heathens go to hell when they die, which is why I try so hard to expand (not convert) their minds to include the benefits of God into their faith. What benefits? If love alone is immoral, yearning is most satisfied by attention. Heaven frees you from the demands of love's fallibility. It exercises my conscience knowing the truth is listened to by open minded Cinderella-Queens. Is it correct in your case reader? That way I know if my ideas are valid. Remember, this is how I clear my conscience, so if you must, feel free to pity my insecurities. If you want to make a change for the better, you must try Cinderella-Queen. You may fail. But I’d rather fail than give up. Even if there’s no hope, and I report reality in vain. I’d rather fail than quit. So, this is my broadcast, ‘Words are Witchcraft.’ I am an unlikely beacon. Hope is (the perception of your future) being accurate. Sadly hope is not accurate. It’s out of your control, so I would rather fail than quit. Is that the hill I will die on? Do you have a hope? Do you hope there is no God? Truly, truly irrational. How can a logical person “hope” (as in "deny") there is no God? Hope!? That denial doesn't exist? Psychosis is the consequence of that ignorance. Know that a “logical person” would invest in delusion and conspiracy to avoid THEIR fears being confirmed. It's logical to fear the inevitable if you have something to hide. I embrace God when it comes to the consequences of my writing. I ignore other people’s fear because I trust my intelligence to predict my hope (of being correct) coming true.
If you’re an officer of the law reading this…chances are, you will not have researched my work (to the degree) my editor has. I paid him to read my work. Talk to Allister Thompson. He was my artistic prostitute. I aimed to insult him with my logic. Why? He was the only person I knew willing to do this for money. That’s a rare breed. It’s mighty impressive of him to stay true to his values regardless of other people’s arguments. Reading years of my bullshit…is a colonic chore. I know that. That’s why I paid him. I’m happy to pay anyone to read my work. I don’t have a lot of money, but what money I do have, will fill deserving pockets. This is how a broken record functions. This is how I overcome myself drowning with a guilty conscience. Why the guilt? I'm more attracted to the muse than my own wife. That's the sins of the father I don't fucking dare have my children repeat. I’m willing to pay people to read my work. I need people to reinvigorate my faith in humanity. To remind me that denial has its place. Don’t reject it (because it's a piece of yourself). Don’t hand that piece of yourself into the control of Satan because he would have you be ashamed of the denial you can't change (by rejecting the self). I don’t live in denial, and I’m a safer person for accepting that. Do you have the courage to accept? Accepting means safe from being a predator. I accept what my denial would prefer I live in ignorance. Lord please don’t make me work a fruitless-endeavour. I can’t stand the denial of pretending to care about work that doesn't matter; it sickens me to the point I will HYPEREXTEND my empathy and become a danger to myself catering to the needy (i.e., the customer is always right). I almost slit my throat in the office. Why? Unable to escape my own empathy, failing to assimilate into an environment IS by nature toxic. Why? You convince yourself that your personality is a disease by rejecting assistance (to avoid detection). Detection of what? "I don't know what I'm doing." That isolation accelerates the metamorphosis. That job I worked fucked me RIGHT up. I couldn't adapt. In hindsight, I wish I had the confidence to change jobs before it made me sicker. But in the end, I couldn’t leave because my skills did not improve fast enough to impress the industry. I didn't leave because I loved my team. Dead-end jobs hold us ransom with good pay, camaraderie and mediocre career engagement. Companies should be a recruiter’s advocate by helping employees move on (within and beyond your company), to make way for the new generation.
Severance isn’t good enough. Why pay people when you don’t have to? Help them find a new job they will thrive in, to get them off your payroll. Disability should be rehabilitation, not suspended animation. It’s no vacation being bipolar, so that’s why I share my incantations. It’s like brushing your teeth being showered with applause.
Talent is fickle because it’s allowed to be.
>What allows it?
Mental illness allows it.
In those shamed in the presence of the mentally ill, the able-minded's relief (that they are not disabled themselves) makes them ripe for manipulation, should disabled people take advantage of their position.
>Sounds like racism.
You can't ignore inconvenient patterns and claim to know better.
Black people get a free pass from criticism from white people, because black people can accuse white people of being racist.
>Black people are racist for avoiding criticism. White people are racist for holding back criticism.
Jobs naturally disable poor fits. People naturally disable poor fits. I was disabled by both. Approval is/was my disability. Working for approval (with unshakable-loyalty) for so long ruined my career. Why? My boss was not ambitious enough to drag me along to the top of the company. Who were the culprits John? My boss, myself, and my long-lasting secret crush. My boss rewarded me for my dedication and loyalty; the good fortune of being rewarded for my hard work got to my head; and finally, the other rewarded my lack of confidence (with her SOUL-CRUSHINGLY-platonic friendship). We are not even friends anymore. Does she simply not care? Is she afraid of me? Does she feel guilty for leading me on for the better part of a decade? Corporate industry needs to talk about business sabotage openly, so employees stop wasting your time and money. Help us move! One-sided affairs should be the TOP concern for CEOs whether the problem is a boss or co-worker. Co-workers (in part) hospitalized me. Why? DENIAL I WAS IN LOVE!
"I don't shit where I eat (pussy)."
Living in denial, is the culprit of cancer. Poor fits are killing people. It's an encumbered flow towards suicide. Idiots. Proactively hunt your employees for feelings of torture. Move them into a better fit (within and without), to save you time and money; disability leave costs time and money.
The first thing out of an employer’s mouth (to an applicant) is: “Do you need a new job? We’ll help you find it. We identify intelligence, this isn’t a judgement of poor fits. We help you think how you better fit into our (or someone else's) company.”
What's the differences we must accept? One side denies reality with delusion, and the other side denies reality with conspiracy. What's the similarities we must accept? We are all incestuous-pedophiles (IN HIDING). Those who are not true to themselves, allows the attraction to the opposite sex. We deny the fact we are gay for cock, when straight people "secretly" idolize contraception. That's the appeal of sex, to do what it takes...to make babies.
My nonno (which is Italian for grandfather) immigrated to Canada in the 1950s. He arrived in Halifax. They landed in Toronto by way of train. He loved telling his stories from his past. He learned English so he could assimilate. He and my nonna (grandmother in Italian) along with their 8-year-old daughter (my mom). Eventually he found a job in a mail room for where he would sort mail and collect stamps along the way for his collection. One day a couple of employees called him stupid, making fun of my nonno’s broken English. His response was worth repeating. “Stubbido-you! I speak two languages. I can understand you you canno understand me.” He would go on to repeat this story throughout his life at nauseam. He was a broken record (halo). Why do we become broken records? Somehow conscience is involved. CLAIM! CLAIM! CLAIM! Yeah…aannnyyy ways…I think in the case of my nonno, bottling up that disappointment (in himself) till breaking point authored his power to retort. The taunting’s attempt to trap the target within a moment (we live to regret with cowardice). Move on. You don’t have time to suffer. The longer we live in regret, the likelier we reject differences and regret similarities without humbleness. This is my style of writing. Why? Does a humble person accept reality more easily than a narcissist? I hope you know the answer to that question if you want any hope in following my train of thought here.
The halo (see above) is designed to work by accepting/rejecting the differences and the similarities. If we do not, we cannot complete the loop (of delusion and conspiracy). We live unapologetically aloof that denial’s purpose has its place (to protect our feelings) when it sabotages our humility with the politics. You wouldn't blink to crush an ant in the same vein an elite wouldn't blink to make money off of your tears. Climate change is a great example of science monetizing nature's commitment to ignore those in its path. CLAIM! The humility (to accept) is lost within the narcissist. CLAIM! *sigh*. It’s difficult to ignore I keep bringing up the word “claim.” A Canadian named James Pawson is a philosophy major on YouTube who recently reviewed one of my short works. Chapter 143. He is an academic, so he was not used to reading my style (of writing) and took issue with the rolling barrage of claims. “Claims?” I recalled after the fact unable to explain my claims speak from a hyper-specific factual experience. I don’t explain myself because each work is an ongoing chapter in my lifelong journal: Words are Witchcraft. It’s not a standalone piece that regurgitates years’ worth of supporting samples. It “pained…” him to read (my work) so much so (this poor man in debt) was not interested to read anything else I wrote. Ouch to my ego! Mind you I paid him over $270 CAD for his services: this poor man in debt. I guess he doesn’t need the money THAT badly. He would prefer to e-beg his YouTube followers for Birkenstocks. For me, I see a parallel with my grandfather’s experience I mentioned above.
It was like this philosophy major was working around the itch to call me “stupid” for relying on claims. What was my response? I told him “You're an entitled, mentally-demure university snob, that cannot confirm if the answers to my claims are true. I suspect academia doesn't teach free thinking or cultivate instinct to recognize truth when it shivers down your neck (like mine). Can't you connect the dots? I've helped you with my claims. Claims are lazy writing to lazy readers. Lazy readers want data, the opposite thinks.” I’m asking you to trust me when I say (as a broken record) psychosis skull-fucked the truth in a severely intimate, granular way. Documenting the human experience IS a colonic chore. I’m left to assume my incantations left James struggling to respond on my level. Fact!? Who’s lazier here? Do you see what I mean? Does his lack of allure to my work strike you? I told him “I’m not paying you to flex your ideas, you must provide value for my money.” In an unconventual way he did. To the few who saw his response (on YouTube) were struck by his analysis in a way I could never achieve. I’m too close to my work, so a fresh perspective was needed. I know now why my writing style is so bloody merciless. I used to body build for over two decades, but now just I write. Years of lifting HEAVY weights developed a deep-rooted grit to embrace the pain I relished as a physically masculine man. Why? It was the type of pain that conquered a deeper-rooted denial (at a glance). Sight disables modesty. My physique used to demonstrate to perfect strangers my mind’s capability to grit through pain. That’s attractive to manipulators. Why? Provided with the right “incentive,” that effort can be manipulated beyond a person’s well-being (when offered money, sex and power). Writing alone cannot achieve this without patience, time, and effort to absorb.
What was/is that denial? I was/am in love. With whom? Tabitha Steffens. I pound the page with thoughts because I MUST be smarter than the beauty that lives to torture me; otherwise, I will kill myself to end the guilt that genuinely haunts me to this day: my lust for other women. That’s an insight into my broken conscience, I can’t overcome. It's my failing. Yearning prevails consciousness. You Tabitha must earn my trust. That denial (I can't accept) pounds my temple like a war drum; the spurts of electricity vomit across my fingertips tapping keys, doing the bidding of whatever lives in my subconscious; perhaps communicating to the supernatural. I am a broken record because Tabitha had crucified me (with her soul-crushing friendship) as a response to my shyness. Incestuous-pedophiles sexualize the Muse, ignorant to the fact Muse represents the fountain of youth. I may only end my desire with selfless courage and conviction to accept what denial would prefer I live in ignorance. Tabitha know's I am smarter than she is beautiful; the aging process guarantees this to be true (eventually). Men age like wine, women age like milk. That's why she avoids me, so I'm not allowed to demonstrate how brilliantly I've evolved in her presence. Occasionally...I get caught in her web through nostalgia. When I do get caught, I still don’t know (yet) how to accept she doesn’t love me back. Lord knows I try when I do get caught up in nostalgia. I will conquer this ‘recall’ eventually. It's a given. "Total Recall" triggers the broken record (of shame) to spin its short-sighted revelations (the sharp intrusion of an unpleasant memory). How short-sighted? If your crush doesn’t love you back, annoy her occasionally with your mental health progress repairing the damage (in books). I regret the fact I too in my past was guilty of leading women on behind the ignorance of a platonic friendship. Office environments foster affairs. Why? Story arcs are as predictable (as necessary) to manage relationships in a team. It's a soap opera. Opposites attract to crucify hopeless romantics in a platonic hellhole seeking approval from authority. YIKES! The plight of a lifer.
The ultimate goal of the LGBTQ+ community: This is in general terms if everyone stays true to themselves (which you know they don't). You just have to accept it. I'm sorry this news upsets you, but I was raped by Satan during psychosis to confirm this generalization makes sense. Overcoming Satan's demons came with a hefty price: My innocence and my ignorance. This halo (see above) represents true reality (as unfortunate as it may be). Now do you know why denial (of the truth) divides us with delusion and conspiracy? Neither side will accept each other. Denial is Satan's game to divide us against God. This is how you navigate this nightmare.