That figures. Supplanter's life = an endless stream of alligator-faced Slavic escorts taking a shit on his glass coffee table, heavily cut cocaine rails as thick as a human pinky finger, gallery openings accompanied by aging Jewesses made up like kabuki players who are on their last eggs, pornography, etc.
Today at 5:47 PM - Kobresia: drive was about an autistic aryan who murdered jewish mobsters
Today at 5:48 PM - Kobresia: there was actually very little driving in it
15 minutes ago -
mlad
:
I like SoCal wilderness though, for some reason. I have fond memories of traipsing through the chaparral and oak woodlands
12 minutes ago -
mlad
:
I know all CA plants. And yes, they are very aromatic. I like the smell of coastal sagebrush especially
10 minutes ago -
Mike
:
My mother was from North Dakota and loved the prarie that dominates that area. there's nothing unusual about loving the land of your birth
10 minutes ago -
Mike
:
in other words, i understand my preferences are subjective... i like hills and trees because i was born in them
8 minutes ago -
Asterion
:
Ha ha, Mike was born in a tree
6 minutes ago -
Bronze Age Pervert
:
i also miss the home and landscape of my youf:
mlad: [It's A Wonderful Life] is not just sentimental, it's offensive -- it paints suicides as narcissists who only want to be reassured that they're special little snowflakes
Mike: the movie shows that life is a gift
mlad: Life is a curse
Mike: God did not curse you when he created you. you are just ungrateful
mlad: I did not ask to be born or to have consciousness. It has been forced upon me. God has raped me with life. Sub specie aeternitatis, life is nothing but a brief flicker between two eternities of nothing -- how is it fair to be given life and consciousness of death at the same time, better to live as a slime mold or a bacterium.
Mike: you need to repent that belief
mlad: You need to understand that you will die eventually
Mike: yes, eventually
mlad: The fear of death is the fear of being trapped in the self. Transcendence of the self is the only thing that will make up for the creation of the universe. If we are nothing more than the chemistry imprisoned between our ears then life as we know it is pointless beyond words. Sex, drugs, God, the important thing is to forget yourself. By whatever means possible
mlad: The Old Testament speaks of God as terrible and fearsome
mlad: God is not your friend, he is an overpowering and immense force. God could blink and you would cease to exist
mlad: the church ontologically 'shrinks' the self in the name of moralism. The real "I" is the I that is capable of theosis; everything else is attributable to sin or demonic influence. If I am in despair, it is because I am fallen, or because demons tempted me to it. If a man commits suicide, it was never for rational or understandable reasons -- he was driven to it by forces outside of him. That kind of thing is profoundly alienating
Don't worry mlad, you just need to get a real job (botanist fag doesn't count) and all the spare time you employ is playing Cioran on the internet will be put to good use. You will feel much better.
A moment ago - anunnaki: who's steve sailer?