Hym “Yeah.... No, I don’t think me being ok inside has anything to do with cripples doing whatever they want because they touch little girls and have rich parents... I think everything would be better for everyone if we took the little cripple and ate his heart... used his hollowed out corpse as a toilet... that works. That’ll be good. But hey,
what’s with all the squirming lately. You guys got some lazy headline writers.... Like... Buy a thesaurus. You have a
million dollars. What is wrong with you? Aside from inferior brain (obviously) I mean look at this guy? Why do you care that I’m slapping you? Did I slap you minds eye? No. That’s
on the inside. Why do you care that you have to be a slave forever and others don’t? They’re not inside of you are they? No. They’re not. Because then they would also be a slave. And they’re not. If you hurt someone? Who cares! They’re outside of you! And if you’re ok it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Go back to your solipsistic bubble and let the let the people who aren’t ok inside do whatever they want. You done need to murder them and buy their daughters in glory hole brothels (where everyone gets a turn).
Everything is fine. Because you’re ok inside.”