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November 2, 2014

chocolate chip cookies

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 1:02 am

So it’s 24 hours since I had a smoke, and, you know, I fucking want one, I’d fucking ENJOY one, yadda yadda yadda, but *that* shit was never in doubt, it’s the side effects that are the issue, as in, it’s not exactly healthy.

For me, giving up smoking = giving up nicotine, no vapes, no patches, no shit, no nothing, and I liken smoking to midget porn or making and selling meth or being a lawyer, nobody gives a fuck how little you do, or if you only do it socially, or anything else. the only filtering people do is “doesn’t do any, ever, not even a teensy tiny bit” and “does it”.

I can’t claim to have been a fan of the smell of smoking, or the expense, or the mess, but as a drug, it has a lot to recommend it, but when common colds go, and the associated coughs stay, and start sounding remarkably like a smoker’s cough, it’s time to get back in the doesn’t do any, ever, not even a teensy tiny bit, side of things, because escalations are a bitch and clearly the autonomous self repair nano-machines could no longer cope with the does it side of things… I can FEEL a fucking tightness, you know, that’s sufficient warning, it’s not about how fast this baby will take that curve, fuck the warning signs,

Some warning signs aren’t like others, some are just thin paper over deep chasms, with don’t tread on me written on them, if you stop to read, and pay heed, ignoring the warning signs when it came to smoking, that was always good for me, cos smoking calmed me down see, dumbed down the brain, cut down the oxygen supply, lowered the intellect, raised the bullshit tolerance, made everything go slower, time for a smoke first.

Some warning signs, as MY mind speeds back up to normal, fuck me gently, life just gotta be one big episode of candid camera man, because, like, no fucker could really be as dumb as some of these people around me are making out to be…

don’t use big words, she says to me, meaning words with more than 5 or 6 letters, she’s sorry, can she have another chance, she offers sex, I have a surreal moment, the age gap is huge, if she was a decade younger that would make me a paedo, but, would it, because paedophilia and ephebophilia etc kinda implies fucking within your own species, and this bitch is so fucking dumb, well, if she is human, I ain’t, and if I am, she ain’t, know what I mean…

so this other bitch, again, had it all explained, it don’t make no odds, as I knew it wouldn’t, people do what the fuck they wanna d0, got every excuse under the sun for why it ain’t their fault, but they end up doing exactly what they fucking wanna do, and as I said in yesterdays delayed post, at my stage in life, I dunno I can tell the difference between “can’t do shit because I’m fucked” and “I can’t be fucked to do shit“, I probably could, if I made the effort, but since the end result of the two is the same, why make the effort… why not just note the lack of a result.

I await with crushing inevitability one of two outcomes, either they turn around shortly and happily announce that they will take up an offer that expired long since and doesn’t actually exist any more, followed by hurt bafflement and confusion…

… or they already know from my lack of action that I didn’t get the memo that cunt is priceless and they can be excused anything, I not playing by that rulebook, followed by hurt bafflement and confusion…

However short my fuses were as a smoker, as a nicotine withdrawal turkey, when seconds seem like minutes, they’re fucking minuscule now…. things that might have taken 72 hours or more to coalesce into feelings or attitudes or ah well it was fun while it lasted shit, not just over in 24 hours, hell, they built a mall on the site of the cemetery where it was buried when it was over, that’s how accelerated shit is.

I can see why I didn’t give up while working the day job (on vacation now) because what with the time dilation and short fuse, I’d a quit by now, ten times over.

that’s the bit of the alarm / warning I cannot easily discount, when it bleats, are you SURE you wanna walk around with your brain running on all 8???? dangerous shit man…

Yes, the addiction would say that anyway, but, that does not necessarily mean that it isn’t true

So when the young skank says stop using big words like question and tough and cheaper and elsewhere, because big words like that confuse her, but she wants sex, ah, the accelerated brain thinks it might be fast enough to dodge the land mines buried under that one, why not, this giving up nicotine shit is boring anyway…

I figure one thing we all won’t be short of going forwards is disappointment, hurt bafflement and confusion, I’m just trying to keep all that shit at a distance from yours truly.

I’m wondering just how dumb the young skank is, you must be my disciple and obey my every whim, eg be my toilet and perform all the functions of same, I’ll offer you shelter and board, after all, I’m one of those on the winning side, and “we” already had all our secret injections that make us immune to aids / bird flue / ebola / disney etc

cunt has a lot in common with nicotine you know, a relaxing drug, but is doesn’t smell good, it’s messy, too expensive, addictive and worst of all it has all sorts of negative long term health issues, not just physical health, mental health too.

flipside.

September 3, 2013

Despicable me

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:54 pm

It is a thing few men grasp, and no wimminz will admit, and that thing is just how much they despise themselves.

Wimminz *know* their shit is self destructive, but unless you come along and wescue da pwincess, at gunpoint, against her will, then clearly you don’t care about her enough, and she will continue to drink battery acid, and either way, it’s all your fucking fault.

There is an old argument about nurture vs nature, but like so many things it like it doesn’t have to be either, it can be both.

You can have a pre-disposition to get lung cancer, and you can live in an environment that has lots of things that are carcinogenic.

The presence of both of these does not mean YOU as an individual is guaranteed to get cancer.

The absence of both of these does not mean YOU as an individual is guaranteed to not get cancer.

It’s a fucking lottery, some things make the odds longer, some make the odds shorter, but part of the game is you can never know your own odds.

Having said that, there are things you can take about 10,000 steps back from, climb a hill, look down from a different perspective at statistically significant numbers, and start seeing real trends.

I saw one (trend) when the iphone came out, a wimminz friendly feature phone that got the internet, suddenly wimminz had a portable cock finding tool, and hooking up with random wimminz for sex got dramatically easier.

Like the cancer shtick, you can’t pick an individual wimminz with an iphone and say for a fact she is using it to find cock, but, statistically speaking, you’d be a fool to bet otherwise.

Change the environment, change the behaviour…. sure, there has to be some pre-disposition, but the fool argues over nurture vs nature, the wise man simply observes and accepts.

Add sex / dating / swinging / fucking sites to the internet, you change the environment, and so you change the behaviour.

Add no fault divorce and award of the kids / house / car / alimony to the wimminz, you change the environment, you change the behaviour.

“Where have all the good men gone?”

Same place all the mammoths and dinosaurs went, environmental change / hunting to extinction / global warming / asteroid impact / choose your poison, doesn’t matter what is on the label, if it changes the environment that’s all there is.

When I was a young man in my twenties, it was only types like itinerant carpenters and carnies and spivs who would fuck borderline legal or not legal yet girls, and sit there with a shit eating grin when anyone said anything about cradle snatchers.

Nowadays I see whole rafts of niggerz, and wimminz, on fucking sites targeting skank ho single mommies with young teen kids, and yes folks, it is for the purpose of fucking said teen kids…. that shit has got a *lot* more common, despite the fact that the laws against it and punishments for it have apparently gotten much stiffer.

The reasons I have heard for this behaviour are new, 30 years ago it was “because they are too young to know I am a pervert, I tell em all women take it up the ass“… nowadays it is “because she is less of a cunt than her mother, so far…“

But when you change the environment and start dressing pre-pubescent girls in hooker garb, and shame everything that was anything of “traditional” male-hood, then what you got left is mini skank ho’s in training and no good men left.

Give a skank ho single mommy (and by definition, unless she is a fucking widow woman, she is a skank ho single mommy) a boy child and she will turn him into a mini beta niggerz, give her a girl child and she will turn her into a mini skank ho.

There are NO exceptions to this, there might be as individuals, but statistically speaking AWALT, so you’re a cunt if you think you will ever meet one.

I have had deep meaningful and honest talks, one on one, with *many* wimminz, all of whom agree privately with me 100% that they are on a self destructive terminal slide into the gutter, and every single one of them will have some crack ho type bullshit excuse for why they can’t quit the self harming behaviour.

Captain save a ho doesn’t realise the depths of depravity and despicable acts that she has already sunk to, she *knows* nobody worth a fuck would give a flying fuck about her, so anyone who professes to is truly suspicious, or stupid… same think to skank ho’s

Two numbers, A and B

A is the average number of men the average wimminz claims to have fucked, when speaking to a new man.

B is the number of these average skank ho single mommies who have made it clear to me that if I want to get all kinky with their pre-pubescent daughters, that is OK with them. (to be clear this is kerb time)

A is of course a lie, and low balled. You’ll often hear shit like 12 or 15, often less, it is a complete crock of shit of course, but nevertheless, A is what they claim, usually.

B is not a lie, it is direct personal experience.

B is not zero

B is not, from memory, double digits, it could be, but this is outright offers made to a man who was clearly already walking, in order to keep him / entice him to stay, god alone knows what it would have been if I was the pro-active one.

When I have these deep meaningful talks mano-a-mano with these wimminz, if they have boy kids I say that simp is gonna move out and never come back as soon as he can, and they look at me like I cooked and ate their pet hamster, but you can see all over their face they see the truth in my prediction….. and if they have a girl child I ask them when they are going to pimp her out, and they look like I wrapped their pet hamster in cling-film (so it didn’t burst) and fucked it to death, before cooking and eating it, but you can see all over their face they don’t wanna get into that with me, cos they know they are raising a mini slut… skank monkey see, skank monkey do.

Which brings us right back to the beginning, and the subject in question.

Because of the ever present blue pill wish in 100% of all men that they had found “the one” and lived happily ever after.

You don’t find penguins in the Sahara.

You *used* to be able to find hippos in the River Thames, but, you know, the environment changed, the glaciers moved, now you just find condoms and turds.

Thinking otherwise is like coming from a long line of men who died of lung cancer, and having an 80 a day habit, and sparking up another one off the embers of the last.

This bitch you just met, you just don’t know enough about her yet, the only important fact is she lives in the same fucking environment as all the other lying skank ho sluts, do you feel lucky, punk, well do ya?

 

September 23, 2012

Messages in messages

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:48 pm

In this final bit on addiction, I want to touch on aversion, what happens to make an ex smoker such an anti smoker, what happens to make a red piller so anti blue piller.

It is with some irony that I note that it is 4 am and I am sat here with a coffee typing this, when back in the smoking addiction days it would have been a smoke and a coffee and back to bed, on nights when you just can’t get back to sleep….

…the irony being that I always said smoking was a drug just like cannabis, it kept me calm and tranquil and lazy, and made me put up with shit from other people and wimminz that I would never put up with when not under the influence…. lacking the drug to dull my brain, I must now type as I slurp coffee.

There is a wimminz on PoF using a quote in her profile, it goes like this “If I have to chase and fight for your attention, eventually I won’t want it anymore.”   which is particularly hilarious because at one point when she was “looking for long term” relationshit on PoF I included her in the mailshot, but she decided to play princess, so I ignored her, now here she is 9 or so months later having reduced herself to the “intimate encounter” section, and she messaged me this time, and now it is on offer on the table I don’t fucking want it anymore bitch…. that’s aversion.

Aversion lite, to be sure, not steaming turd on my dinner plate full on aversion, but aversion like addiction usually starts with small steps into territory suitable for building superhighways.

It’s why when wimminz have had your cock once and decided to move on, or talked to you once and decided to move on, or have just decided to move on, they are in aversion mode, and everything and anything you do only strengthens and reinforces that aversion…. best thing you can do is walk away and never look back… bo peep and her sheep

Aversion is in many ways the flipside of addiction…. just as an addiction to smoking will constantly barrage your concious mind with pop up ads and interstitials and links and spam to smoking is good stuff, a full on aversion will do the same thing, the most drop dead gorgeous kinky obedient slutty sex bomb on the planet, and then you see her spark up a smoke and yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk.

Aversion is what happens in many men’s heads when they realise / discover / suspect that cupcake just had another man’s cock dump a load in her, you still get all the popups and interstitials and links and spam in your conciousness, but instead of saying “gooooood” at you they are saying “baaaaaad” at you.

Here is a little interesting fact.

Every time I have quit smoking, it has lowered my sex drive… go on…. google it… you’ll get plenty of hits.

Except it doesn’t make sense, and it isn’t true, and something else entirely is happening.

Me on smoke can just ignore all sorts of annoying crap about a wimminz and think pure porn about what we are gonna do.

Me off smoke can’t ignore all that annoying crap, and it starts to get in the way, and it starts to invite “aversion” to the party, and you can LITERALLY go from cock throbbing at the thought of an individual specific wimminz to meh, no, can’t be bothered, about the same wimminz, within 72 hours of quitting smoking cold turkey…. simply because you made space for all that aversion to come in, and didn’t take care to populate that space with extra spicy porno thoughts first.

Guys we all know this, one of the times I started smoking again (I said before wimminz were behind every time I started) was when my psycho skank ho ex launched her FRA against me, I could go to the shop and buy some tobacco and smoke it to CALM DOWN, or I could go and buy some booze, and we all know where that would lead…

That first smoke to an ex smoker is a doozy, but fact is, that addiction doesn’t come back like a bullet in the head all or nothing…. you could have the odd random smoke… cigar at christmas etc…  it took work to get the addiction back to full strength…. it takes work to fight that addiction back to a distant background hum, and it takes work to bring an aversion into play, or to overcome one.

This is the point, you do have to participate in the process, subconsciously or deliberately, vigorously or apathetically, the tobacco companies are right, nobody got addicted without their own participation, and the anti lobby is right too, it is far too easy to manufacture that participation in so many ways, from subtle products placement to direct in your face marketing.

Aversion therapy works pretty much the same way…. nobody can be made to avoid something without their own participation, but that participation is all too easy to get, what with advertising and direct marketing and the general background radiation of the MSM

The blue piller is the addiction, the red piller is the one who has rejected the addiction and now feels aversion…. just as the blue piller feels aversion for the red piller.

Does British American Tobacco really give a fuck which one of its products you smoke 30 a day of?

Do TPTB really give a fuck which one of the blue pills 95% of the populace takes every day, as long as 95% keep taking the blue pills, all will be well.

That………… now we have come to the message within the message, as I alluded to above about quitting smoking making your dick limp, is that unlike in the film the Matrix where everything is down to a simple binary choice, red pill or blue pill, in reality these addictions are like so many bramble bushes that grow through one another and entwine with one another and grow upon one another…  it’s like saying “I’m gonna give up eating monosodium glutamate“, easy to say, fucking hard to do, it is in everything, labelled or not, so instead of having to give up one food item, you have to give up whole food groups, eateries, supermarkets and lifestyle choices.

So one of the classier tricks of the blue pill is to make you think you have given up the blue pill, when in reality you just have a different chef, different marketing / branding, and wall to wall blue pill on the menu.

Here aversion can be used, use the red pill aversion to strengthen the dislike and dismissal for anyone who attempts to point out you just changed tables in the same blue pill restaurant…

SO time gets tough and world war three breaks out, the boys in the trenches gotta have their smokes, I know I would, I always resort to shock to the system the same way, I reach for the tobacco, BECAUSE IT IS A FUCKING DRUG, and because since time immemorial humans have self medicated themselves…. or maybe I wouldn’t… maybe I only do it in peacetime when transgressions are easier to spot….

Sometimes, living in the blue pill world, it can HURT to have an IQ, to have ability, to have honour, to have standards, to have integrity

Take a toke, read the MSM, talk to a wimminz, then look at me, minding my own business, and you will get three different but similar descriptions of what I am, from three different people, one smoking, one reading the MSM and one involved with the wimminz, and none of them know me or anything about me, yet they will describe be, and in doing so circumscribe and enchain me and brand me with acts and deeds that I may never have done or never do.

Addictions and aversions like filters, they do not merely change the way the world is seen, they in effect change the world, at least as far as human decision making… sure, outcomes will be different.

It’s time to quote Vonnegut again

Very few, at any rate. It occurs to me that the man and his religion are one and the same thing. The unknown exists. Each man projects on the blankness the shape of his own particular world-view. He endows his creation with his personal volitions and attitudes. The religious man stating his case is in essence explaining himself. When a fanatic is contradicted he feels a threat to his own existence; he reacts violently.

Blue pillers, wimminz and niggerz, they all be fanatics of the worst kind, so be careful out there…. your own addictions and aversions may put you in someone else’s sights.

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September 22, 2012

Dildos in messages

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:11 am

 

Today I want to continue the subject of addiction.

 

I’m sure most of you have some experience of this, something you’ve gone cold turkey on, smoking is a common one.

 

If you have experience of this, you’ll know exactly what I mean, you suddenly noticing, entirely by accident, the tobacco packet in the bin, that just might contain enough for one smoke, noticing entirely by accident the bit part player in that film smoking, noticing entirely by accident the sound of the zippo as the bit part player lights up, noticing entirely by accident that according to google maps it is 0.2 miles or 4 minutes walk from here to the nearest shop that sells tobacco…..

 

What I am describing here is the addictive pathways in the brain that crave nicotine taking every possible opportunity to ensure that not only are other addictive pathways and superhighways taken, but that your concious mind is aware of this fact, aware that you are cruising down the Marlboro Interstate, but you have no smokes, and here and here and here you could get some, and it would be so easy, and so satisfying, and anyways it’s not like ONE fucking cigarette, which is going to make you feel so goooood anyway, is gonna do you any harm…. not like you can’t still give up smoking, but maybe why try to do it all at once and fail, maybe better to cut down  and quit slowly, so maybe better to have just one smoke now, just have to swing by the shop, hey whaddaya know, I’m right outside the shop, ok, just one packet…

 

… and there you go.

 

It doesn’t matter if we are talking about tobacco or booze or heroin or cunt, it is the addictive process and pathways that are at work and that are of interest to us.

 

It is the addictive pathways and processes that almost act like independent intelligent agents, so clever and subtle and pervasive are their ways.

 

Me as a smoker is one thing, me as an ex smoker who hasn’t touched a cigarette for months is another thing, me in the transition stage from being a smoker to being an ex smoker is yet another thing entirely…

 

You might be able to trust me in either the smoker or non smoker stage to be an independent person capable of rational thought, but in the transition stage? Am I the sort of person you want watching your nuclear reactors or your bread ovens when all I can think about is how far it is to the nearest tobacconist and oh look a no smoking sign that has a picture of a cigarette, a cigarette that sounds nice about now, just the one, so relaxing, so calming so good for me, BOOM… the fucking reactor / bread over / whatever went tits up.

 

OK, OK, you get the fucking point, AfOR’s been banging on about this shit for three days now, and it still don’t make any sense, you giving up smoking again dude and having a hard time?

 

Substitute “smoker” with “blue piller” and “ex smoker” with “red piller”

 

Again, the problems for each of these individuals are minimal, the individual with the problems is the one attempting to transition from one state to the other, the one trying to quit the blue pill, cold turkey, AWALT motherfucker, AWALT, and then some mangina or their daughter or current squeeze walks up and NAWALT…. and NAWALT is just that one smoke, because cutting down slowly and eventually quitting is so much easier and nicer and better than cold turkey, even though we all know nobody ever actually quit that way….

 

NAWALT is the smoker, every time you say or think NAWALT you get that hit of calmness and tranquillity, and while NAWALT / smoking may eventually fuck your life up or end it in FRA / Cancer or whatever, at the individual level, no such thing, there are no consequences, short term or otherwise, for having that one puff….

 

AWALT is the ex smoker (gotta be an ex smoker, lol, not a smoking virgin) who can actually stand being around smokers, provided they stop trying to offer me fucking smokes and blowing smoke rings at me, provided they stop denying that I told them so when they start dying of cancer / FRA, provided they stop being jealous of me for spending my “tobacco allowance” on rock’n’roll.

 

It’s the motherfuckers trying to transition…..Addiction

 

bad enough without all those blue piller smokers saying you won’t enjoy being a non smoker son, and you won’t get to take smoke breaks at work, and you won’t ever see marlboro country, come on down here and spark one up with us, cos NAWALT mofo, NAWALT…

 

Then after a while you start to notice that the transition phase is itself a third phase between the addictive phase and the denial phase, because the truth is everyone is a potential addict, that’s how it works jack, and then you start to see just how much of vehemently defended free will and individuality really might just as well be addictive phase, because that nearest tobacco store is still only a 4 minute walk from my home….

 

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