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Dear Diary:

On self reflection: do these people I speak of even cast an image in a mirror?

They're almost opaque and translucent these days. You can pick them off on the same sidewalk 100m away. They only actually cast an image when they put on their clown make up and costume i'd imagine. Which is why they need to wear it in the first place. Concealment.

We are talking valueless, and morally bankrupt people who have formulated a bad habitnof selling their souls at the dollar store for path of least resistance and max convenience their entire lives. Treating that soul as if if we're a cheap hunk of mortadella from northern Manitoba.

They're done. Give up. It tells me. Even their souls tapped out on them. The cavity that was left? They consume and consume and distract themselves with the flavors of their own ass off Evil's Cock thinking, "it's okay because I don't like or agree with ALL the flavors on that Cock. Some are terrible!".

IT'S THE SAME COCK!

People such as I, simply cut it off. Eventually, simple passive resistance will just lead them to shoving it down your throat. They consume to fill it up. Garbage, fast food, Poison, drugs, booze, gambling. Whatever. Any other way of reconciling why politicians make it easier and more accessible to this type of degeneracy? Bread and circus is on steroids these days. Rigging gladiator matches/sport is not good enough anymore to appease the level of degeneracy that afflicts much of humanity. They need to up the ante. Frantically searching for closure or some momentary achievement of satisfaction. But it's a cheap thrill and short lived.

They live on a 2x2 vinyl red floor covering not unlike the ones physically manifested from 2020-2023 in your locality. Remnants, artifacts, masks and pieces of these vinyl instructions still remain here and there. Nothing more than pollution at this point. But where is the outrage??

These floor spots however, are conditioned into their minds. They can't step off of it because they are empty and will fall into the cavity. Their willfull ignorance sheltering themselves from fear, holds them back. Their frailty on clear display. They wont even try for fear of living. That abyss scares them.

The ending isn't for everybody. It's for those that have the conviction, and the will to keep forging through themselves. Courage. Intelligence. Substance. Merit. Believe in it. Grow on it. Eventually, as I've noted: most of the fragile, won't even have the courage to look into your eyes when they shake your hand - the demon that possesses them knows it lost that battle a long time ago. It won't ever give you a porthole to see it through their eyes. Embarrassment. And too prideful to admit or show it.

Fake eyelashes, and fake nonprescription glasses are a big thing these days. Wonder what they're concealing behind those blinders. A whole lot of nothing, and they kinda know it.