Jerk The Turk
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Find your post nut clarity already
I have a tendency to listen to no one, lets be honest, you might too sometimes.
The people that judge you, or tell you you’re doing too much, etc etc are the same people you see taking their happy ol asses down to jack in the crack for some gremlin munchie poison (aka my aunts day before ‘thanks’giving)
No one is like you, so how can you listen when they’re trying to make you more like them? Sounds like fuck no to me.
There’s systematic programming that so many Americans are subject to and they’re in a constant state of attempting to bring you to their level.
Being someone who retains their semen, remains celibate, and is in a constant state of swiveling their head, you know you’re someone who is clear with their priorities.
“Doing this in a relationship is even more promising, if you can have that space from your partner and properly reset the love every season"
None of this worldly bullshit can bring you down as much as you bring yourself down when you break the promises you tell yourself.
I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t do, it’s your life. I’m not going to tell you to do shit differently. I simply sit here and remind the few that read that you can’t allow the world to feed off you when most miss the whole concept of the thing.
Getting clear in the head, being able to protect/defend, having conversations in taverns about the people in office we want dead.
We have to make moves sooner than later or if it’s off with our heads.
People think we have so many fucking years to do this shit when I see USA collapsing within 36 months, much less if you can’t start speaking about the true reality.
If you’re in their ‘club’ and you’re a ‘manson’ boy then WTF.
I literally trust no one and am skeptical of everyone. When you see people being skinned alive, yeah you kind of take extreme caution all the time.
I think about my own self being skinned alive, how I am at the highest of their target pool for death because I’m a force of truth that does not care how many demons I need to slaughter to see the fruits of heaven on earth.
They can take my nails, skin me alive, try to fight me psychically a million more times, if you’re not actively asking the true questions then you’re equal to cattle and you shouldn’t really give a fuck when they completely flip the table and decide to slaughter you.
So the next time you feel like a Goy will be today,
as you eat your fatass plate and celebrate the deaths of
OUR GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRANDMOTHERS.
So Yes, I will be celebrating/mourning today. I will be celebrating the return of our strength, the return of our unity, the return of myCellpH to my true internal alchemy and physical immortality.
mourning my fallen brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas, grandpas, and CHIEFS.
At the end of the day, y’all can fight as many wars as y’all want to fight because I got so many places to avoid y’all & hide. I got so many weapons and tribes.
In joy your shit, I’ll in joy mine.
PEace to thee, off to lift some things for free
