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I don't think you understood the movie. It shows love between too "incomplete" person. It shows how powerful love can be. The principal actress was brillant and the message of the movie was important. The only thing I didn't like was the image of the woman that made dinner for his husband and who keeps the childrens during his husband works. But America was like that before and , sadly, sometimes it still like that.

But penis’ smell like fish when not properly bathed?

Been documenting the way I feel in social situations lately. Aside from subtle observations, some notable pull quotes, and surprising music moments, it's a moderately bleak read. The abridged version looks a little like this:

"Too many shallow experiences lacking depth. Too many bars. Too much feeling like I dont belong. Too much snake oil. Too much fasion. Too much walking around in circles. Too much small talk. Nothing to talk about. Not enough ideas. Not enough connection."

I've been joking lately that retirement looks like a relatively spartan studio, soundtracked by the din of music machines, surrounded by a few hanging plants, basic drafting materials, white walls, tall ceilings, and features a beautiful view of a city whose patina is of elegiac decy - I imagine it's winter. The only phone in sight is a landline; I revolted against the smart world long ago and thew it in the river. Gave it up so that only the people I ever talk to anymore are the ones who care.

decy

Hello Miami, does anyone want to be work buddies with me? I've been having trouble getting out and making friends since floating into town on my magic pool doughnut, and I have lost some of my powers from it. I'm hoping to find ways of synthesizing my 90 hour work week with more human interaction. Love, your favorite anarcho-capitalist/transnihilist witch princess,

What are the 'victims' judge jury and exictioner? In this democracy, we all adhear to, where is Spacies due process?

So glad this is trending

How my psychedelic intervention with Jordan B Peterson helped me slay the anarchist ideology who possessed me.

Submitted 1 month ago * by lobstermckenna I have deleted this post a few times but here I go, please feel free to ask me anything you want and I'll share.

JBP message didn't resonated with me before, I love psychology but I could not stand the guy. Also I considered myself an anarchist since I was 13 (mid 30s today). I'm a father, a husband and a mess of a person who always thought he was oppressed by the capitalist system, for being a minority, poor, etc. I'm very messy in very aspect of my life and I know I wasn't a proper role model for my family, everyone in my home was more "put together" than me. I have been hitting a wall for a long time, the type of depression where you can't leave your bed because life is so fragile that you know that something bad will happen and things will get worse. Suicide was not a real option but a topic that I really think about a few times. For me there was only one way to interpret the world.

The trip I did 200ug LSD, 300mg MDMA, cannabis and some supplements to deal with the MDMA neurotoxity. I went to the forest during a snow storm and played the 12 Rules audiobook which I had to stop on chapter two because it became too much (in a good sense). In my psychedelic experience JBP become for a moment the honest invested caring father I never had (mine died from a drug overdose and never raised me, see the paralels), because this guy really cared, and reached me in my darkness to tell me how to get the courage to start the journey of the mythological war of regaining my consciousness and my life. I understood how logic it was, I was and anarchist my whole life because I my stepfather who was the person who tried to bring order to my messy kid life, I resented him because he has always been of strong character. I rejected any form of order, yes, I had the whole concept of anarchy wrong too but that twisted concept was attached to my bones. I felt I was really ideologically possessed and had so much anger and wanted this thing to leave my body. Then I started crying like a kid alone in the forest, the memories from my childhood, came, the memories of all the bad things I have done to me and others because of my ideology and how my kids are adopting parts of that. I looked at myself on the camera of my phone and saw me but looking more like Gandalf, just me very old and told my self, "I'm coming from the future to tell you, put your life together today or you are going to regret it, do it now." Then I cried more and started to hyperventilate and stretched my body, my vertebras cracked and I felt this energy shocking my brain (whatever that was), I was only wearing a hoodie and shorts running through the snow and screaming "IM NOT DEPRESSED ANYMORE! THIS IS HOW IT FEELS BEING FREE! NO IDEOLOGY OWNS ME!", I don't remember living without being reactionary every moment, that wasn't there anymore.

I avoided my family that day to be able to incorporate the experience which was the most profound of my life, just told my wife a bit about it. I feel lighter, I don't feel the anxiety on my chest, phone calls dont make anxious, I feel I want to become a real model for my kids, I know want to give my wife real reasons to be in love with me. I cleaned the whole house and now I can tell my kids with no remorse to take care of their mess too. I want to recover my finances and not keep avoiding everything, I want to fix my relationship with my step father and forgive him for sometimes execute his role in a tyrannical way, I want to forgive my mom for not making me stronger, I am calling myself of every bullshit I do. I haven't touched cannabis since the trip and I had a big dependency but I just want to be on my peak on every fucking aspect of my life. I rejected order and I am paying the consequence, nobody showed me that before. I see why some call Jordan the Archetypical father. I am ridiculously grateful with him because NOBODY had done this with me before and today my whole family happier and I have a new perspective in life.

I don't consider myself longer an anarchist on every aspect of my life, I have been conditioned for too long and there will always be some remains but now I see what I was missing. I told myself the lie that society was oppressing me for so long and it wasn't (not talking for others who really are oppressed). How I can repay, this psychologist what he has done for me? I will give money in the future to his patreon account so he can keep the good work even when bottom lobsters hate it (had to make the joke).

Thanks for reading me, this is like being born again. I accept any suggestion on how to move on in life now. I'll be doing the JBP writing courses as soon as I have money and I have been listening to chapter two over and over so probably there still a lot of more conditioning to break.

lobster hugh

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I wish that the music industry hadn't become so...industrial. Music like this is where it's at.

black metal undergrounm

I aways know the size aren't the optmal, so I masterized the oral sex, but that doesn't look enouth. What do you think?

I went to college with a kid who claimed to have designed custom tripp pants for Limp Bizkit and Korn and when pressed for evidence, came back from a holiday break with a handwritten note that said "Thanks for the pants. - Fred"
He also claimed to have made a pair of pants with a working gumball machine inside (?) Like you would turn the belt buckle or something and a gumball would come out the leg. His name was Jeff and he was a big time piece of shit.

In the past few months, I've begun to feel enormous respect from others as a floral artist in and of itself. Not in competition with painting for photography, but the act of creating living sculptures as it were. . . I'd love to share some experiences in the following week that would give insight to where my flowers have been and where I would like to push them forward.

Sara: "Did you have a family whistle growing up?"

Me: "Wtf is a family whi--"

Sara: **Starts whistling**

Me: "What are you do--"

Sara: "You know, for when you get separated at the supermarket."

Ellis: I just farted.
Me: Dude!
Ellis: sorry dad, I’ll suck it back in.
Me: ... ok. Wait what?

Me: **Tuning my 6-year-old nephew's guitar**

My 2-year-old niece: "Don't sing."

Me: "I wasn't--"

Niece: "Don't sing."

Me: "I'm not si--"

Niece: "Don't sing."

Me: "I'm just tu--"

Niece: "Don't sing."

Me: [Yelling] "I'm not singing; I'm tuning his guitar."

Niece: "OK. But don't sing."

Me: "I wasn't going t--"

Niece: "Don't sing."

I tried to talk some sense into them. I told them about variation in grunting, (in volume, technique and pitch) , and I asked if they ever heard black metal drumming. I also tried to tell them about fun riffs.

Could somebody please volunteer to explain to this lady where a condom goes! I'm not even going to get rude and crude in this comment. Sometimes I just shake my head and scratch my four head and say what in the heck are they thinking? Or, since there are the younger generation or millennial's or whatever you want to call them now. what statement are they making by doing this? I'm sure my dad wondered throughout the years all of the weird crap that I did listening to Zepplin and AC/DC and Jethro Tull and cream and blind faith it etc. etc. etc. but I just couldn't imagine the look on my father's face if he walked in my room and I had a condom shoved up my nose.

I am 100% against pedophilia and everything rellated to such acts, but this is Black metal. It should be offensive, it must be standing or balancing at the edge of any kind of extremism. Dagon and his vessel, Inquisition, is a wagon towards the apokalypse, towards the D day of humankind, anything else is completely indifferent to me. So all of you "flower-hearted" who can't stand extremism in all its forms disembark the Black metal battleship!
Total support to Dagon and Inquisition.