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Serious Holy shit every user here is a psychopath

BigDihDiddy

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Unironically the only dead thread is the one that I purposefully hide from light mode cels

 
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Somewhat true. At age 5 I was sitting in the verandah waiting for the flies to emerge. As soon as they did I started killing as many as I could. I remember feeling euphoric as every little fly tried to escape my wrath only to fall in a pool of its own fly blood, my caretaker (halfway house) watched this and came running to stop me and gave me a good scolding - that I would go to naraka (Hindu hell) if I kept this up. I stopped , but I still remember how wonderful it felt, I felt like a sovereign God who answers to no one, who knows no fear, beyond good and evil
 
Somewhat true. At age 5 I was sitting in the verandah waiting for the flies to emerge. As soon as they did I started killing as many as I could. I remember feeling euphoric as every little fly tried to escape my wrath only to fall in a pool of its own fly blood, my caretaker (halfway house) watched this and came running to stop me and gave me a good scolding - that I would go to naraka (Hindu hell) if I kept this up. I stopped , but I still remember how wonderful it felt, I felt like a sovereign God who answers to no one, who knows no fear, beyond good and evil
naraka is a bad place
there is no wifi allowed in naraka
or women no women in naraka
only men and u have to shave ur head before you go in
everyone there is a skinhead
that means bald
 
Somewhat true. At age 5 I was sitting in the verandah waiting for the flies to emerge. As soon as they did I started killing as many as I could. I remember feeling euphoric as every little fly tried to escape my wrath only to fall in a pool of its own fly blood, my caretaker (halfway house) watched this and came running to stop me and gave me a good scolding - that I would go to naraka (Hindu hell) if I kept this up. I stopped , but I still remember how wonderful it felt, I felt like a sovereign God who answers to no one, who knows no fear, beyond good and evil
n***a thinks killing insects is “dark triad” 😭😭💔💔

I used to rip ants heads off and piss on them and pour boiling water down the ant holes for pretty much my entire childhood and I’m literally as sweet as sugar
 
n***a thinks killing insects is “dark triad” 😭😭💔💔

I used to rip ants heads off and piss on them and pour boiling water down the ant holes for pretty much my entire childhood and I’m literally as sweet as sugar
Feel like the incel torture thing might just be childish curiosity atp
 
naraka is a bad place
there is no wifi allowed in naraka
or women no women in naraka
only men and u have to shave ur head before you go in
everyone there is a skinhead
that means bald
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Nara means man, naraka means man's

in this case it means earth
 
n***a thinks killing insects is “dark triad” 😭😭💔💔

I used to rip ants heads off and piss on them and pour boiling water down the ant holes for pretty much my entire childhood and I’m literally as sweet as sugar
i used to take the tiny spiders from the cobwebs, hold them over a trash bin, and pluck off their little legs and the head
When it was done it was just the body left
it looked like a lil hockey puck
 
Somewhat true. At age 5 I was sitting in the verandah waiting for the flies to emerge. As soon as they did I started killing as many as I could. I remember feeling euphoric as every little fly tried to escape my wrath only to fall in a pool of its own fly blood, my caretaker (halfway house) watched this and came running to stop me and gave me a good scolding - that I would go to naraka (Hindu hell) if I kept this up. I stopped , but I still remember how wonderful it felt, I felt like a sovereign God who answers to no one, who knows no fear, beyond good and evil
How where you at a halfway house at age 5 tf
 

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