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I walked into a church, crying. Sobbing I said "I have an evil that follows me everywhere, I think it's going to kill me" .
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What do you need my child, was what a priest asked I said I needed "coke, ecstasy, 2 packs of Marlboro, *looking up from past my hand* a thermos of coffee and a dildo the size of Texas, a drug dealer just fucked my wife."
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He asked what I meant. So I gave him my trivialities about drugs, how they are basically what our minds and lives are made out of. How sex is just our body making drugs for us in a lot of ways. And how sex on drugs can be like tying a forever knot, that only unravels by the sword. Making a bloody bag of my wife could be forgiven but never forgotten. We got a divorce a couple days later, it was within a week of us getting married. The priest became my good friend. We were hungry in our town, in those days. We just waited for the good times. The drug dealers kept to their grottos and castles while most of us worked the street earning money helping one another buy tic tacs or helping old ladies get their shopping bags to the car. One day they offered to become my roommate. They offered to split things 50/50, they would buy my food and my daily ration of liquor I'd drive them to work. It sounded like a good arrangement. The priest only worked on the weekends, if that makes sense anymore. He kept to a little office in the apartment so I smelled harmless enough for us to share the space. We saved a lot of our money that way. I only had to do the laundry on the couch once a week and we always were looking for someone to build a bed but people just don't do carpentry like they used to. I went into the apartment one day and it was spotless though. I noticed it was very clean. Unbecomingly clean for us. "Hi how's everything? You missed a couple calls I'm sorry" the priest said, then he told me his name for one of a few times in his life. The priest had a member of our church coming over for private counseling and asked me to stay out of the apartment for a few hours. When I came back, there was nothing but trash in the sink and a girl was walking out shivering at 3 in the afternoon in July. We lived in Georgia. I couldn't understand what was going on so I asked the priest what he was helping with. "Forgive me for I have given in to temptation my son, and so should you."
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I didn't know how to respond, I guess they saw that "We are doing drugs from now on. They'll make you forget about that girl you tried to marry and then some more." "I will not." I said The priest grabbed a handful from their bag of coke and threw it at me, I got unbelievably scared and I started sweating. Then he took me for the passions. I decided I'd buy a gun, and I did. I shot the pastor, took them for not a priest, priest no but I killed the minister of destruction myself. Then I got a call from my ex wife in jail. She said she wanted to know if our mutual friend was still doing coke, as if she must've thought I didn't know she was addicted. It never changes. The priests name was the one she named our baby that she carried to term so she says. Please your honor, pardon me so I can fight in this war against drug abuse, with my clear wits and sobriety. If I stay in here I'll have to fuck myself and I'd be better off than not doing coke. If you say I didn't kill that man in self defense. Even after I succumbed to the passions. I will not fail that son of mine killed by a drug dealers cock your honor!
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Welcome to being human. No amount of delusional can fix this. Religion is just a quick placebo for weak minded people who lack spine and the ability to handle life on their own terms.
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Clearly, the wizards over in /x/ are deluded and have no clue what they are talking about if they can't even afford to post here. /Vip/ers, show us your magical prowess.
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(((Deep Gull Inhale)))>The Archangel Michael descended to me from the sky and phased through my glass sliding back door in 2015 and I began to perceive it as if I was also this ball of gold light about the size of a basketball at the same time as it touched the glass and triggered muscles I feel while watching ASMR where it entered the living room where I resided in prayer to say the least and I looked up at it and (In Order Image Steps 1, 2, 3, 4) formed and when the smile finished I fell into myself and (((Wheeze)))>I'm remembering backwards now, memory is strange Post-Telepathy. A sword came to me, a ghost sword came to rest in my chest. It was small, and I say rest but what it did was cut open a hole in the soul that lives "under my heart" and disappear into it where I began to see things really casually totally normal no alarm bells as my brain shows the sword turning into a targeting interface entering my heart looking for lies inside of me with The Holy Archangel approaching. I am proud but I do not want to type anymore. People can and do hate this for every reason they can find. I've told people. Nothing significant has happened but I've seen a pillow levitate literally i between a friend and I. We were about to be making something to eat and he poked his head into my room and the pillow floated about two feet and we both froze and watched it fall. Great show. Anonymous.
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>>126897 >>126575 >show us As in: anything that you can do again to show it works.
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What do you people even do?
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i get dubs, not this post though
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I don't do much
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>>125172 I pollute my NSA Lookout Profile with video game rambling and steal pencil art references.
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4CHAN -- PASS 4CHAN -- PASS
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Mods are awake, posts sinks!
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>>126157 This sink at my parents' house is off-center and has been since I was a kid.
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hi guys, today i wanted to share a little bit of myself i was moved to europe (by my parents) from the caribbean when i was twelve years old, next year marks the year i turn 30, during this time i only went back (for a very short period) only once in my teens ever since coming here i have had this weird feeling of being in a dream without being able to wake up, it just doesn't feel like the reality i felt back in my childhood i couldn't make friends, and still today i can't make friends, i am writing this as today i came from work while feeling extremely lonely, i think my colleagues have their own chat room somewhere where they share stuff, i can't follow their conversations, nor ask to join since i think they made it exactly to discuss stuff without me acquaintances just come and pass by, the amount of people i have some kind of connection outside of work or family is zero this might sound strange, but when forming words using the local language my guts feel bad, similar feeling for my native language as well, i started using english when i am with myself to avoid this feeling, it's not spoken anywhere here, it is only me
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You should go back home. It would soothe your soul.
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I feel the same, albet my situation is kind of different. I finished secondary school in 2019, which was when I realised I had 0 friends, because the moment I left I had no one to talk to. Up to that point I just had people I hung out with that I thought were my friends, but I realised that was not the case. Now, 4 years on and I still have 0 friends, no social media presence, never go out, no girlfriend etc. and it just feels like I'm living my life on autopilot. This year especially was so damn uneventful that it feels like it passed instantly. I can remember 1 or 2 things that made me happy this year but that's it. My coworkers all have eachother on WhatsApp or whatever, but I'm kinda left sitting in the corner. I sometimes feel like I'm "that guy" at work. No one talks to me unless they really need to.
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i am 30 years old today good bye to my 20s
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Dubbed anime is better, I don't want too read a fucking book sublets
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I like reading, so I read manga instead of watching anime.
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Only as long as it doesn't fucking sound like completely shit like some early VHS underground dragon Ball z shit
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>>126840 Literally, exactly, like that actually.
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>Think my pass doesn't work >Realize 4channel is now named 4chan again Hey at least give me a headsup next time
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Me too..... me too.....
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gyatt morning my fellow rizzlers
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Mods can see a lot of things not available to the average user, but can they see my penis?
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>>126373 I'm playing this on my Switch now.
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>>126832 >>126833 So much better with my custom CSS.