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Let's play a game. Write down the most disgusting, mentally scarring paragraph you can ever think of.

nothing anyone will ever do will amount to absolutely anything because we're always living 2 seconds in the future and even if soykaf gets fun we won't notice. our bodies are a collection of atoms and cells that got together and decided we were a good thing to work together on, and yet our puny attempts at teamwork are absolutely laughable because we have a complex that we're somehow an individual and that we somehow matter and that those things somehow mean our ideas and experiences are more important than everyone else's. we live for simple pleasure which will never outnumber simple pain. suicide is inarguably the best solution to most of humanity's problems but we refuse to acknowledge it because we have it ingrained in our psyche to torture ourselves.

Nothing matters in this world , everyone is going to die someday , global warming is going to end the world , hi you're reading this for no reason , but , why? Because you want to be mentally scarred? Ok , let's continiue. Put a flower on your desk. Life, Things, Money, Death, Suicide, Love, Repeat, Copy, Paste, Delete.Corruption. It does'nt matter anymore. Everyone is being consumed by something. Wether it's something psychologycal or physical. Everyone is diying. Children are crying. No one cares anymore. It's scary. I want to die , i don't care anymore , nothing is worth , i am worthless garbage. The world is falling apart. Do you regret reading this? Are you okay? End.

>>12110 >>12083 I find nihilism beautiful rather than scarring. Nothing matters? Well then so no reason to fear my death or anything. I can accomplish nothing and after few millennium bill gates and I and everyone who ever lived will be same and if death is final i should not worry about anything rn but try to be as happy as i can but I understand no one can always be happy because you need exponentially bigger achievement and stimulus than previous to get same high but you can cope sadness by thinking this will make coming moments happier and if sadness is just chemical reaction why not ignore it. Loved ones died? Well every second 2 people die so no surprise I'm not alone suffering the loss. Nihilism makes everything obsolete and that includes your worries. Im new user btw

HONK HONK

The other day in the urinal I found a single hair growing inside my pee hole. Tried to pull it out but it hurt too much. It was really hanging on tight.

>>12225 you're a blessing

>>12082 >Write down the most disgusting, mentally scarring paragraph you can ever think of. Donald Trump is President of the United States of America.

I am skeptical of the claim that voluntarily pedophilia harms children. The arguments that it causes harm seem to be based on cases which aren't voluntary, which are then stretched by parents who are horrified by the idea that their little baby is maturing.

>>12227 Now I didn't know what to post in this thread, and I certainly wanted to try but I didn't have any idea what I could write, but this post, this post right here, this is what got me, because such a substanceless criticism of a figurehead is a good example of the most disgusting thing in the world today. It's an example of the convenient shortcut taken by many liberals, many who want to avoid any real discussion that might risk their own rotten selves to be scrutinized. The alt-right mocks this sort of behavior. "Orange man bad!" they cry, and for once they have a point. A lot of liberal discourse, a lot of what's being repeated ad nauseum by these wolves in sheep's clothing, who promise "resistance" and "change" while supporting the same antihuman policies that their "opponents" openly support, who want to compromise with literal devils, all the while putting on a front that these are things they oppose. But they're not, and starting and ending the discourse with the equivalent to "Orange man bad" is more proof to this. Trump isn't THE problem, Trump is A problem. I would argue he is more of a symptom, honestly, because any country with anything close to a heart or a brain would never let people like him in power in the first place, but swinging at this easy target, a favorite pastime of limp-wristed liberals and the media, is conveniently missing the point, something they want to do to perpetuate their own iron grip on power they misuse. America is rotten. The people living in it are suffering. The people living in countries it meddles in are suffering. And all this was a thing long long before the Orange Man. The Orange Man did not invent ICE. The Orange Man did not begin the forever war in the middle east. Trump is merely a continuation of normal affairs, affairs that are slowly destroying the planet and its people, and affairs that will continue long after he leaves the office and cameras behind and the new facade takes their place in the seat and whatever party currently isn't in control finds a new scapegoat to use as a convenient distraction for the American people, people who are angry, hurt, and ensnared by these sociopaths, but people who will continue to sit on Twitter and do nothing, because they're afraid, because they're just comfortable enough not to act, and because they convinced themselves that "Donald Trump is the President of the United States" is somehow the worst of the world's problems. Until the "orange man bad" types accept that he's their country's nightmarish problems unmasked for them to see, and so long as they continue to convince themselves that he is the problem and not a symptom, America can never hope to heal, and it will continue dragging the rest of the world to oblivion with it.

>>12082 Existence is eternal, and so are you. If you really give it some thought, there's nothing worse than infinity. Now think about reincarnation. Now think about the number zero. Now think about cannibalism. Now think about the Earth rotating. Now think about bloody flesh, fecies, mexican drug cartels, sex, <you are eating yourself> ain, money, waffles, birds, snakes, hunting, passivity, dominance, blinding darkness, women, <you are eating yourself> round and round it goes round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round PLEASE STOP THE NAUSEAU STOP THE NAUSEAU STOP THE NAUSEAU MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT

>>12225 op here this is exactly what i want

>>12230 One of my great fears is that once Trump leaves office people will think everything's fixed, everything has returned to normalcy, and will never see that the US has been leading an imperialist charge to kill the whole damn world for many decades. And other nations are doing similar things too--not to single one out or anything. But the US is a good place to start, if we want to hold ourselves up as a good and honorable example. So far we are not. People pay attention to style, never substance. They hate Trump primarily because he is gauche and uncouth, physically and intellectually disgusting; usually not really because his policies are harming people and the world. Although that is also true. But once we get a guy who is 'normal' again, those same things will basically keep happening at some rate and people won't be nearly as activated or concerned because normalcy is back. We're literally turning the oceans into dead zones. Cities are going to run out of fresh water soon. Huge swaths of parched earth are burning every summer. Essential arable land will soon cease to be arable. Pollinating insects are dying out at horrific rates. We have senseless wars against entirely defenseless and innocent countries which have been raging for decades, no end in sight. All our clothes are effectively made by slaves. Our electronics made by other glorified slaves. Our food picked by migrant workers we're currently rounding up and putting in suspicious camps. We can't just aim this at one nasty, fat scapegoat. This is us. We are all doing this.

>>12082 >Write down the most disgusting, mentally scarring paragraph you can ever think of. "A method of immortality might be discovered before baby boomers finally all die off. Imagine a boot stamping on the face of the human race forever while the boot's wearer drones on and on about how great Woodstock was."

You waste your time on the internet because it's what you know. Your obsession with consuming digital entertainment probably started as a child or a teenager, watching television and playing video games with every spare moment you had. Now it's just who you are. You might even try to fill up your time with more productive online communities, or to spread out some of your browsing time, or to cut it out of your life once in a while, but ultimately this has been you so long that it defines you more than anything else. Maybe you don't even realize any of this and just consume indiscriminately. Even if you were to somehow build up the strength to cut it out of your life, it's not like you'd be able to entirely escape it in this society. You'd be drawn back in eventually. You are just an info junkie hooked to the internet and nothing can change that. The worst part of this addiction is that there's no rock bottom. Your friends won't die from overdose, you can't spend all of your money. If you lose your house or your job because you're spending too much time on some online video game, you will just move on to a new online obsession. No, instead of dying immediately, you just wake up one day and it's your last day alive, never having created or contributed anything, you just existed and consumed. Even reading this won't change it. It's probably so deeply entrenched that you can't even accept it without admitting to yourself that you've wasted most of your life. Maybe you're struggling not to go to your favorite site right now to read some funny posts and bury this feeling forever. Be my guest, my rant is over. Time for your next hit.

>>12236 i get how this could be considered scary but im too scared of death to find 'existence is eternal' a bad thing at all

>>12230 You are why I go on Lainchan love

>>12374 I have accomplished things despite my addiction. If I died tomorrow, I wouldn't think my life was wasted. Not finished, but not wasted.

>>12374 Hey it's better than living in the 1800s.

>>12478 At least in the 1800s you didnt have to waste a decade of your life in worthless education, would have an easier time getting a wife, your parents would pass down their trade and all their knowledge to you, and you would work less hours than in modern times.

I still haven't been able to get this hair out of my pee hole.

>>12487 is like kicking dead whales down the beach to be you

>>12478 A short, ignorant, or painful existence where you can live as a real human is preferable to empty decades of being a living accessory to a piece of plastic.

>>12236 also the 'you are eating yourself' part feels meaningless to me maybe im missing something

>>12480 >>12496 I don't think that anon knows when the 1800s were. By that point in history the world was solidifying into the modernity and the average person lived a relatively comfortable life. He was probably thinking of earlier eras, where the upper classes basically owned the lower ones and only rich people could read.

I recount this story of a small girl few blocks down when I was a kid as pretty disturbing one. So the story is that she had an uncle that lived with the family that used to molest her and make her do things like blowjobs and handjobs. Nobody found out for a really long time because she thought it was normal because he taught her these things when she was like 4 during bath and he told her not to say anyone. Eventually they caught him, although it was really later on, and the thing that stuck with me is the way that she described his molestation in the court. Her psychiatrist and family pushed her on to really open up and challenge her molester in the court. When she was asked what he made her do all she could do is retell the story of once she was 6 when she found a little birdy in the backyard that fell out of the nest. Obviously the kids want to help animals so she said she rushed over and tried to help birdy get back in the nest but as she was putting it back remembered that mom told her the momma bird would reject the little chick because she touched it. And as she stood there with the little bird in her cusped hands she stoped a second and started to slowly squeeze her hands together. As she started squeezing her hands together with the little bird inside her hands the little shreeks and birdy struggling only enticed her to squeeze her more until it stopped twitching. She said that in the last little twitches of the bird in between her hands she remembered uncles penis as he climaxes and ejaculates. Guy ended up in prison where he was shanked and died whilst she is still battling her psychological problems. I made up the whole story, don't worry. Was it good?

>>12571 I thought it was really good. Genuinely couldn't tell it was made up

>>12571 that was very good, well done

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt – sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

>>12600 I like it. Chills...

Like every other night, I lay in the comfort of my bed and go to sleep. Hours later, still dreams, I roll over onto my back. A sharp pain. Suddenly I am awake, swiping at the sheets to find what dug into my back, but nothing is there. The pain is not gone. Fangs dig into my skin. I reach back and pull something off. I can feel it in my hand but I dare not hold it. I throw it across the room. Two holes, half an inch apart, and a deep red rash are on my back. Was it drinking my blood? Was it sitting there waiting? Its body is nowhere to be found. Still alive. Still in my home. The doctor says it is a spider, but he does not really know. I look in every corner, but I find nothing. I can't look forever. Like every other night, I lay in the comfort of my bed and go to sleep... (This isn't part of the story - this actually happened to me yesterday. Try to imagine how I felt trying to get back to sleep...)

Everything is a joke, but i am just too stupid to understand the joke.

>>12568 The past in general is filled with mostly sensationalized accounts of how soykafty it was. From the days of the hunter-gatherer to medieval times, most lives on average were not nearly as barbarous as they are made out to be. Sure, there were periods of plague and incredible violence that would exceed the horrors of battlefields and genocides today, but those are exceptions. It's not like life was a constant meat grinder for thousands of years. But the 1800s? Basically fine. Granted, you probably didn't want to be black in most parts of the world. But for the majority of people in the majority of history, life was tolerable. Life still had satisfaction without industrial capitalism. Not that industrial capitalism would ever admit it. But how do we measure quality of life? Is it done merely with some capitalist tautology having to do with GDP? We are certainly living more managed lives today than ever before. Even serfs had more day-to-day autonomy, and children were allowed to wander further and explore. Perhaps in the early industrial revolution where people were locked in factories for 16 hour work-shifts and then shuttled to company-owned tenements strictly only to sleep before returning to production--maybe that was a period with less freedom. We're moving slowly but surely back to that, though. We have extreme micromanagement throughout the decades of our lives thanks to technology. It's actually hard to say whether it's worth it; we don't have a good unbiased vantage point to use. We can only rely on rote statistics like infant mortality and personal income. But are these really the factors that we derive satisfaction from today? Is it enough of the whole picture to make a judgement? Seems doubtful. But anxiety and suicide rates might be helpful metrics to mix in.

tapeworm poking out my asshole in a desolate michigan gas station bathroom; suicide dressed up in slut's outfit, all the gods in heaven look down on me in disgust as my life is snuffed out for a fat paedophile's fleeting pleasure.

How do I remove a splinter from the ridge of my glans? I tried pulling it but it's too slippery and squeezing isn't working.

i wish i didnt give jimmy the beans

>>12727 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>12667 that's just hot

>>12667 Push it all the way in. Slowly..

Okay so i was clopping today and now the glass rod broke in my dick and im peeing red what do i do i cant get all the shards out

I find it dissappointing that the only disgusting things you're able to come up involve your dicks

>>12736 I mean I expect the average lain dick is pretty gross, but fair dibs. Was kind of amusing the first time, but hey at least get some other body parts involved

>>12082 i smeared a big piece of soykaf all over my peepee

>>12816 There's nothing wrong with stirring your soy coffee substitute with your skintube, not gross

I shoved a broken piece of glass inside my urethra.

>>12828 It's like Kalyx never left isn't it

Humanity might survive for a long time. Even if the majority of humanity is wiped out through a catastrophe, it only takes a handful of people to repopulate the world. Now, given all this time, it's not too much of a stretch to imagine that a way to accurately reconstruct the past might be possible. They might even build a simulation of the past, one indistinguishable from reality. In fact they might build tons of these, and you may be living in one of them right now. So far so good, you live in a simulation, no big deal because it's not that different from reality, right? You still feel things, the good, and the bad. What you perceive is no less real just because it's 'artificial'. Now imagine how far ahead the beings with this technology will be. They might not even be human, (they might be aliens who passed by our planet and are investigating our past) or they might no longer be human, evolving into a form that no longer looks familiar. How different will these being's society and norms be like? Who will be in power? What will they consider to be right and wrong? And what kind of people will be interested in building simulations like ours, bringing us into an imperfect existence where misery exists without asking our consent first? Will they perhaps have a distant memory of the ancient vindicative gods who punished wrongdoers? If so we are in deep trouble, for we have no way of knowing what our distant overlords' morals look like.

Progressivism leads to leftist singularity, where for the sake of destroying every inequality by holiness-signaling revolutionaries mass genocide in the vein of former communist regimes. Israel losing its source of power in USA launches nuclear missiles to defend itself from hostile nations surrounding it. Europan caliphate is growing on its territory. Nuclear holocaust destroys the White Race, and so destroys the source of civillization. World is back in the age of black and muslim slavery. And we are dead. (((Leftism))) has won Unfortunately that scenario is one of the possible outcomes of the decline of the West

>>12225 hehehe this is the kind of stuff I wanna see

Arisuchan Mods

The bacteriophages are in the syringe - ready for patient. Meticulously engineered, the super bug contained therein is treatment resistant and often fatal. You think back to what she said.. it's not the plague but it is bubonic. Now it's growing.. strengthening.. multiplying inside you. She's still got that incubator.. with a lock on it. How many people has she done this to?

>>12878 >Arisuchan Mods Hey now, stickers don't sell themselves.

I finally figured out how to cross compile windows EXEs using MinGW from Linux. So, I booted up the windows partition (not in a VM, dualboot) and after having rebooted into Linux partion to zero out the win passcode I forgot, I was able to run my .EXEs compiled on Linux just fine. Then I installed MinGW2 on windows and couldn't compile the same code natively on win. I figured out it was an older version of GCC and fixed the code to be backwards compatible. Then I realized, I had to release a simple cmdline .exe file as being dependent on some strange dependency to the new msys2 "all in one" DLL hell. Apparently, you can add plane jane mingw to the new msys2 bash environment and use GNU Make (which is the only build tool I require), but that doesn't come in any easy to install package. Even though you can "yum install", I couldn't find the required libs in the msys2 repo. So I found the bins myself and got it all setup on a windows machine to build and test a native .EXE, because: muh open sores! However, I test the same source code compiled into .EXE on windows linking against windows headers, making it all statically compiled and portable... and it crashes the windows terminal, no error message, just hangs for a while then quits. The other .EXE cross compiled on Linux is flawless but a few kibbibytes larger. Probably could mine a vuln out of the broken build though... Screw it, no one needs the application I built for myself anyway, and wouldn't trust a closed source .exe from a stranger if they did.

>>12409 Same; you can't waste trash.

>>12878 this post >I am angry

He wakes up feeling a pain in his neck. He's in the kitchen, next to the sink, a mirror is in front of him. Looking at it he sees the cause of his despair, a little incision on the left side of his neck, his jugular vein pulled out and super glued to the wall. The only thing he can do is sit there and regret buying a house in the middle of nowhere, his cries never to be answered.

>>12878 Oh, god, dude.

You know the relationship is ruined when she cuts your fingers with pliers and ties you by the neck on the roof of the house in the middle of summer.

Brenda passed away at the ripe old age of 63. More than anything else, Brenda was a devout Christian for her whole life. Just like she was expecting, when she closed her eyes and drew her last breath, she saw Saint Peter at the pearly gates and heard the horn of Gabriel. To her perfect ecstasy, when she set foot on the streets of gold, God himself was there to greet her. "Dear Lord," she said, "I have been waiting for this moment my whole life. The joy I feel of basking in your glory is immeasurable." "I know, Brenda." said God. "I know you must have many questions - do not hesitate to ask them." Even so, she hesitated. "Lord, the only child with which you blessed me was born with a degenerative disease passed on through my genes. He lived into his thirties, well past his expected lifespan. I wiped the spit off of his face very day, I cleaned his diaper every day, and I watched him lose control of his throat, tongue, fingers, and every bit of his body until nothing was left. It pains me that my darling Joseph never accepted you into his life because of his condition. I begged and begged him as he died to accept you into his heart, but he never did, so I know I will not find him here. Dear God, you know from my prayers that I always put faith in your plan. Now that you're here, I want to ask you just once, if you can and wish to explain it to me, since I know your plans are beyond the human mind, how does Joseph fit into your plan? Why did you give him this disease?" Brenda was not lying. Her faith was unshakeable, and she would trust in God even if he could not tell her. God smiled. "I can and will tell you, my child. Do you remember your dog, Fluffy?" Brenda nodded. "Good. Fluffy was the result of thousands of years of selective breeding from your ancestors. Surely, you remember Fluffy was not like the strong predatorial wolves which he descended from. In fact, Fluffy could barely stand on his own two feet. He was constantly shaking from fear and didn't understand anything that went on around him. Brenda, you did not know this, but Fluffy constantly wished for death, to the extent that he could understand it. Brenda, if you had even a moment of empathy for Fluffy and what was done to his entire species, I would have let Joseph live without his disease, but I knew that you would not, so I let him live with his condition for twice as long as Fluffy lived." Brenda was shocked. "It goes beyond that, though, my child. You are a greater part of my plan than you realize. I did not have to make what you call your genes work like they do. I did not have to let mutations cause pain like that which Fluffy went through. I did not have to allow mutations that cause diseases like the one Joseph had. I did not even have to let wolves meet humans. I did not even have to let you and those around you be born without the intelligence necessary to sympathize with Fluffy's condition. I did all of this for you, Brenda. For this moment. And it's all because I think it's funny, Brenda. Some of the greatest parts of my plan, created with just the smallest changes at the beginning of existence and culminating in this one flicker of time, just because I think it's hilariously ironic that you can have such pain and suffering in your own life but still be unable to connect with a creature you hold so dear. In all of my existence, in fact, nothing has been so funny to me. I created this moment, the look on your face right now, just to make me laugh. I did it because you asked for it, Brenda, and I knew you would. You prayed to be a great servant to me, even if it would not cure your son, just to bring glory to me. You have brought glory to me. You are one of my greatest followers." She was wailing. "Choir practice is every day at 6AM."

>Write down the most disgusting, mentally scarring paragraph you can ever think of. The Holocaust was real. The Holocaust wasn't real. Pick whichever works for you.

Your asshole has the same nerve structure as your tongue, except that you can't taste with it. Imagine you could taste your poo everytime you sit on a toilet. This is a real blessing jesus

>>13202 >Imagine you could taste your poo everytime you sit on a toilet The only reason you can smell your soykaf is because some of it has gone in your nose and been sensed, other bits have gone over your tongue into your lungs. So yes - you DO taste your soykaf everytime you sit on a toilet.

>>13203 I feel slightly uncomfortable

>>13203 I mean who doesn't like having a nice hot cup of synth coffee while taking their morning glory

The way you are right now will probably not ever change significantly.

competition is all that's left. every group is a conviction of solipsism. how do you stack up lain?

consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation

Stack Overflow's Code of Conduct adoption is stunningly brave.

>>13208 >The way you are right now will probably not ever change significantly. Pretty inspiring lainon. I was feeling depressed today but thinking about what you wrote helped me run my best time in months. Are you a motivational speaker? **This is meant to be a blackpill thread though.**

>>13229 Love the glass-half-full reversal. Honestly lots of people around here probably need it. Got me thinking of the things I do like in my life that I hope I don't lose. That feels nice.

America isn't unique. Every bad thing that you accuse America of would have been done by any other country given the circumstances and power. Take, for example, how the British empire behaved, or how Rome treated its lessers. Or how China has treated others throughout history. Or how imperial Japan behaved. Imperialism isn't a product of America, it's a product of empire. And when America finally collapses, as all empires and countries do, you're going to find out that day how truly horrible the world really is. You won't know your new masters until you're shackled up in chains, yet again. There is no escape, there is no salvation. Die innocent and miserable or become a monster and thrive. There's no god judging us here, there is only hell and we are its demons.

Either or

Should have said no fetish porn >One day, while Marco was out leaving Jacob alone with Big Al, Jacob notice that Big Al was sniffing him all around. "I suppose you find me alright then Al." Jacob said, as Big Al responded with a happy bark. Oh if only Jacob knew what the dog was truly thinking, he would have said other wise. 2 hours later, after Jacob finished having a snack, he was suddenly tackled to the floor by Big Al. "Al, what are you doing?" Asked Jacob, but he got no answer, instead Big Al pulled down Jacob's jeans and boxers with his teeth. Jacob started to blush a bright red, as Big Al started to lick his anus. Jacob covered his mouth to prevent a moan escaping, but screamed as he felt Big Al's dick at his entrance. "Al, no! Bad dog!" Said Jacob, but Al didn't listen as he plunged into poor Jacob and began thrusting in and out of him as he panted. Jacob started to pant as well as he could feel Al getting bigger and then filling him with his seed. When Marco came back he was greet with the sight of his dog f**king his lover. "Al off now!" He shouted at his dog as he tried to pull Al out of his lover, but only ended up getting bit. "I can't believe it! It's happening again." Said Marco. "What....do...you...mean...again?" Panted Jacob. Marco explained to his lover that when he was a child his father was raped by the family dog, this caused him to be pregnant with it's puppies, he told Jacob that when his father was pregnant with the puppies his body went through some changes. Eventually he birth 15 puppies, one of them being Big Al. "So your saying that Big Al is like your... half brother." Said Jacob. Marco nodded. "So that means I'm going to have your dog's puppies." Marco nodded again. "Well this defiantly went cluster-f**k fast hasn't it?" Said Jacob. https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/513632107/4568745780

>>13267 Just your average facebook-grade boomer rant about socialism

>>13270 Quite disgusting nonetheless.

>>13270 >>13272 It was clearly tongue in cheek, come on.

>>13273 Oh I know, I didn't think it was posted in earnest or anything as that lain's own opinion

Apphia opened the lower part of her filth-encrusted armor, exposing her grotesque and defiled womanhood that seemed to pulsate sickly, as if it was breathing in the air. It had been personally blessed by a greater unclean one of Nurgle. It now would bear her no young, but rather new diseases to spread for Nurgle, a sick mockery of its former purpose. The diseased and dying flesh covered with engorged pustules and weeping sores, formed a deep contrast with her flawless face. Noxious mucous dripped from her as her excitement grew. She felt no joy about the act itself, but she knew it was the best way to spread new diseases, by letting him access the root of her gift. With her claws she removed the crusted fabric of his clothes, letting her caress spores into his bare skin, she worked her way down exposing his hardened phallus, the aphrodisiac in the spores doing its job. Grasping it, she positioned it under her and let him penetrate. She felt the head of the phallus rasping against her rough inner walls. She increased the tempo of her thrusting; his member becoming increasingly battered with each thrust, her abrasive insides letting her prepare him for her coming climax. In her increasing ecstasy she undid her upper armor and began to fondle her bloated breasts; and as she squeezed them a pestilent secretion leaked from her nipples and splashed across his skin. The pus beginning to eat away his skin, as she began to writhe in pleasure for the care she was giving him. She increased her pace and loosened her bowels as she approached her climax. When she could bear no more, she knew he was ready for her gift. Apphia let her cervix open and volatile sludge cascaded over his member. She let loose her second climax and soykaf poured from her anus. The large and slick pile writhed manically as daemonic worms emerged and slowly began to burrow into the Guardsman’s now pasty skin.

>>13501 This thread is supposed to leave me disgusted and scarred, not hot and bothered.

A perfect world would be one where we are forced to inhale the flatulence of others every single time we're near another human being that passes it. We should also be inplanted with biological chips that monitor the passing of gas and the inhalation of it as well. For this would create a perfect utopia within our society that can never be out matched. Especially women being harvested as "fart farms" esstentially would bring rise to a golden era of energy and abuse. We should also have others ingest bio ingredients that creates a "drug like" inducing fumes out of the flatulence that people can inhale to develop mental abilities and/or high effects for ultimate pleasure.

>>13505 Lady Jessica! How scandalous...

https://youtu.be/n3oUc17L2ak Can songs count?

>>12082 Theoretically you could predict every single particle interaction in the universe, which means it's all preordained. You have no free will.

>>14108 The notion of what constitutes a particle exists only in your mind. Determinism is something you project on the universe not a property of the universe itself.

>>14108 Theoretically you don't actually exist. That word doesn't mean anything when it comes to you.

Somedays ago I took a pruner to my teeth, just for fun you know, two of which I splitted horizontally another vertically. One could see a sort gum-like red tissue deep inside. Felt good. Then I broke a lightbulb with a hammer and pulverised it grainy. Next I proceeded to line it up in two lines, one for each nostril and violently snorted it, totally ignoring the immense pain. It became hard breathing so I poured some dishwashing liquid inside my mouth and nose and started gurgling like a mad man hoping it would clean my insides just like my plates became shiny after a wash with this stuff. Gurgle. Spat it all out in the sink. Twee, twoo. I really don't know why I did this but I really became inspired by the washing machine process so I chucked one or two, maybe more, shots of bleach. I started to feel funny inside. Now it all became sort black and I don't know how but I wake up at the hospital with no one around, just tubes to my face. I say "fuarrrk it" and pull out all those to scurry to the nearest toilet where I intuitively find alchohol soap. I make a toast to myself in the mirror and slurp up a whole package, then I black out again. Maybe I should have foreseen it, but I didn't wake up at the hospital again. My only regret in life is that I forgot to molest any cute nurses on my multiple hospital stays, and ogling tits dosen't count.

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚 𝐢 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬 :)

You know those glass rods used to stir chemicals? I jerked off with one in my dick and it broke and now i cant get all the glass shards out.

>>12082 Everything that happens in the world is perfectly normal and no amount of chemical releases in your brain will completely neuter the truth.

>>13198 Not mentally scaring, but a good read nevertheless. 7/10

As I devoured the flesh of little timmy, something got caught in my tooth

Excuse me? I find vaping to be one of the best things in my life. It has carried me through the toughest of times and brought light and vapor upon my spirit. You're just another one of those people who doesn't believe in chem trails and fluoride turning us gay. Your ignorance to the government is what makes you a sheep in today's society. Have fun being a slave to todays's system.

Lets not, and say we didn't

Long time pedophile here. Kids are boring but I came across something far more better. I found this site on a darkweb run by an Israeli illegal clinic. They harvest fetuses directly in the womb of the Arabs mothers and have ability to send them worldwide. I put them in a jar and masturbate in it. Pedophiles, stop using children, fetuses are the epitome and always consent.

>>12374 I hope you like this, anon.

transgendered retards are people. otherkin retards are people. both can vote, and are voting for your extinction. all of your children are destined to be fägs.

Someone, somewhere has took the rule34 soykaf way too seriously. It made me laugh and brings deep sadness at the same time (Germans have a word for this feeling).

You know it exists somewhere...

I'm using WIndows as my only OS.

>>17579 MODS

>>17579 me too.

>>17581 ADMIN

>>17581 I do as well.

>>17583 LAIN

>>17581 >>17583 lmao this is disgustingly wonderful

>>17575 This is overwhelmingly cursed

>>17584 This really is quite telling, isn't this? I was expecting this

>>12568 Anon the rich classes have always owned those below them. They always have and they always will. I can't even work at a pharmacy and be kind and genuine to customers without a manager coming out of the office and telling me he's been watching me on the camera and I'm not smiling enough. This entire existence is extremely fuarrrking gay and the only way it's not is if it's on hard mode and you're procuring everything you need, for yourself; living completely self-sufficiently and only helping others out of mutual interest or kindness. Modern jobs are not mutual interest (most, at least) they are a soykaf deal that is not in your favor.

I'm afraid of killing myself because when I'll be die I could not thinking about killing myself anymore.

You strike the desire in me to watch you, i'm interested in your life. i want to oversee you walk, observe you eat, see you sleep and be part of your mind what it is that makes you nostalgic? scared? help me enclose that as part of my mind. You can harass or insult me, i will take the anger and frusturation in my imagination, i'd think about turning your head to ruins so that nobody can access all this information and emotions without me. Fill my head with your secrets, your childhood nostalgia, the way you see me through your eyes and the way you feel about your children, your loved I can't think about smashing your head if my brain is busy with all this information, isn't that what you want? No, wait, It's not enough. you will lie to me, hide details and mislead me with lies, with underwhelming words that could mean many things, wrong things. I want to have access to your raw brain and its thoughts. I sometimes think that cannibalism is taboo because it would grant you this resource, the knowldge, the pure information from the other's head. That's right, I want to eat your brain. Imagining a world where i know everything about you and i know everything that can be known. that makes me aroused, that's what it means to be truly together.

I’m gonna lewd lain.

You can't stop the world as a whole from happening. Time is moving forwards and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm sure the Romans though Rome would never fall too.

>>17579 Everybody started it from Windows

I... I can breathe.

>>17643 uhhhh ideal lol

Living in a time where niggers are considered equal. Transsexuals, pedophiles, gay marriage and countless other horrors are not only being accepted, but celebrated. People willingly give up their freedom in exchange for a false sense of security from governments and big corporations. Edward Snowden, and various other leaks have shown the masses the truth, but they did not care. There are no strong communities rooted in meatspace anymore, I haven't known any of my neighbors since I was a child. My local church has a women pastor. I get along better with people I detest online than people at church and normal users. I'm diagnosed with schizoid personality and can't get a gun license in my country. Eiritranny has a scary looking nose. I hate pedophiles but I want to dick Lain, really really badly. I will be in my mid twenties soon and have done nothing in my life.

>>17945 I've personally started with pic rel.

>>12082 Every album by Tool has the same sound and everything except the vocals are growl.

It is entirely possible that when you die you will go to Hell and be subjected to inescapable torment for eternity.

Majority of so called anarchists today are just edgy marxists. Nihilists are just larpers and are still buttthurted cause things happen. I mean George Floyd had play the game of criminality and lose it. Being a criminal could lead you to be caught by cop. Resisting the police could lead to possible molestation. Possible molestation could lead to your death, especially if poor physical condition induced by huge amount of drugs. Especially if cops use harsh techniques they learn in Israel. Don't get me wrong, ideal society would not need state force to ensure viability of so called society. But you know human nature. Until you want to put people in reeducation camps and soykaf. people live, people die and some of them were in a narrative were death could happen more easily. Nothing more, nothing less. Peace on the Deads.

>>18081 >some of them were in a narrative were death could happen more easily Like being black? Cause blacks are more easily targeted by racist white police? OR Cause blacks are more easily involved in criminal activity?

>be me >run an humanitarian org >travel in 3rd world countries >buying little girls to poor desperate parents for few bucks >send them in my country (wich is close to 3rd world to so I could stay hidden from state forces easily) >destroy them mentally >rebuild them as I want >growing my army of nihilist raping lollies >when said army will be huge enough unleash them to the world >? >profit Sorry for greentextfagging

>>17584 She is a mac user.

I want make a Imageboard with just one board: /meta/.

>>17584 Shut the fuarrrk up and love me.

We are bringing back /civ/.

The next president of the United States of America will be worse than Donald Trump, and the only disgusting thing about >>12229 is that someone thinks it's disgusting.

>>17998 I'm sorry that you think selectively celebrating some persons is the same as equality. I'm sorry that you think paedophilia is celebrated, despite the fact that many persons advocate harsh prison sentences or the death penalty for persons of this sexual orientation. >I hate pedophiles but I want to dick Lain, really really badly. Great! You're one of us. The first step is to accept yourself for who you are. Understand: there's nothing wrong with you; it's perfectly natural. I can understand your selfrepression. It's a dangerous world out there---what if they find out? But if you don't accept yourself for who you are, it'll only get worse.

>>19198 That made me laugh.

>>17998 >I hate pedophiles but I want to dick Lain, really really badly. For me, it's Arisu. That midriff-baring bust-enhancing Cyberia outfit? Frequently "fantasizes" about older intellectual guys? Works for me.

>>19271 I thought Lain and Alice were the same person.

>>17998 >>19263 >>19271 I want to dick Tsuki, really really badly.

Not that disgusting but one time I got a papercut on my eye when I was a kid

>>17998 You're a little ahead of the curve there. Only some of these are mainstream, so far. I'll leave it to your imagination what the things are. >>19263 Preach.

I was only 9 years old. It was a cold night and I was curled up with my hot cocoa playing left 4 dead 2 with my 3 bots. I was playing as coach because he was my favorite character, I always wished I could meet coach one day if he were real. But then, my computer screen went dark. It was the only thing illuminated the room so i was plunged into pitch black. I tried to turn it back on to no avail, when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to look behind me and, my god! Its non other than coach! Without saying a word he grabs me and secures me against his chest. He cradles me like a baby as he gently pulls down my pants. This sexually arouses me. He takes out a large piece of green construction paper and rubs it through my erect penises eurthra causing a severe paper cut. The pain is immense but I push through, He licks my neck slowly and gently then spits in his hand and rubs the spittle on my balls. The warm spit sticks to my ball hair giving it weigh pressing it against my balls so i can feel each strand of hair individually. He rubs his anus to get a small piece of soykaf on his hand and rubs it on my nose. The soykaf vaguely smells of burger tanks 3 fry special. He moves me behind him and pulls down his pants. Im ready. He uses his inhuman flexibility to grab my hips while im directly behind him and begins to directly force my erect penis into his anus. I can feel the warmth of his anus, the tightening of the sphincter around my dick creates a pulsating sensation. As my dick osculates inside his colon I can feel feces with a viscosity between honey and pie filling getting moved along with my dick. I let out a moan of pleasure. Coach tells me to keep going, I can feel my balls retracting as I empty every last millilitre of semen into his anus. It hurts but the orgasm is so intense. I try to help coach by forcing myself inwards, however my erect penis collides with the back of the colon causing coach great pain. He forces my penis out and throws me across the room, he takes the construction paper from earlier and uses it to slowly make long cuts into my eyes as punishment. He takes several needles from his shirt pocket, and drives them into my dickhead and underneath my toe and fingernails. He bends my leg backwards until it snaps in half. He leaves me to bleed out and die. As i sit there dying I contemplate life, I was only 9. I had so much to live for. I had never loved. Never had a chance to follow my dreams. But then I though about maybe how none of it mattered. It is no different dying at 9 or 90. Nothing matters. Everything in the universe is just the fundamental laws of physics fulfilling themselves and nothing more. All hopes and dreams I had ever had was merely chemical reactions in my brain. All beauty in the world is merely sensory sensations that excite certain parts of the brain. Consciences is not a real thing and is merely something humans made up to attempt to better understand ourselves and our seeming intellectual and emotional complexity to no avail. Then again maybe not. As I closed my eyes I had 1 last thought enter my mind. "Damn if i wasn't dying I sure could go for some of that burger tank 3 fry special right now"

>>19331 ?_? In the subtitles, her name is spelled Arisu. It's a Japanese approximation of an English name, re-translated phonetically back into English.