This is a thread with, intiially, no topic. Let's see where /b/ takes it.
I see various threads here and I don't get what is going on with them. So please explain to me like if I was a 5 year old girl trapped in the body of a 50 year old man with an arab moustache and bombs around my belt menacing you to explode if you don't respect my personal inner sexual identity.
1) - Those threads with porn gifs asking you what is the meaning of living and why don't you kill yourself.
If I get it right, those threads are mixing both physical (the bodies and the act of coitus) and metaphysical (the meaning of life and the very existance) subjects in the same post. Sensu strictu, sex is physical and doesn't attend to any other inquiry besides pleasure; it doesn't attend, a priori, to any other particular purpose and its main objective is the personal, poetrical, beautiful and paired manifestation of love, respect, art and caring between two or more people.
From the metaphysical point of view, life doesn't have any other purpose other than life itself. As if, life was its own meaning, like if life itself and not other human construct or reduction (like sex, pleasure, or other human feelings measured from human dimensions) was able to resume its meaning at its fullest.
2) - Those thread in which the posters CHOOSE what girl would they fuck, according to what they decide / say / roll / do / seem.
Have you ever beared in mind women's point of view? I won't discuss any mechanistic strategy to get laid with women (as it's authentically true that most of them obey to lots of sthereotypical issues -and that's the way it has to be, I'm glad that biceps and abs compose part of the criteria as they reflect a work and an effort from men to respect their bodies-), but what confuses me the most is: why do you rely your ability to do REAL CHOOSINGS above simple imageposts, why do you prefer to do those choosings in threads? I can assume that trying to do choosings and risks in life is way more difficult than in /b/, but jeez, I sincerely prefer to read paraphilia here, more than a substitute of the authentically beautiful women that are out there (or in /hc/, /s/, or /gif/), exposed VOLUNTARILY for the SIMPLE CONTEMPLATION AND ADMIRATION, like if they were pure art, monuments of love, of dynamics, of POETRY itself.
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So, awaiting your answers while playing with the bombs in my belt while phantasizing about playing with 5 year old boy children, I'll be posting beautiful women other anons greatly shared these days before.
I fell in love with this image. Omg I wish I could have an opportunity with a black girl. :/
>Those eyes in relaxation
>That particular simmetry of the curves of their bodies
>The perfect mathematical expression of the wave along his cord
>The asymptote all along the hypothetical limit between the borders of their -I like to imagine so- BEAUTIFUL BIG MAYOR LABIA...
Why caring so much about racial issues as a whole etnics, and not caring the same about the effort you could do with YOURSELF to be the man they would like to find... to be the man they DESERVE to stay with...
I can totally imagine it, bro. Like, being trapped in a delicious Hell of black skin, submissed to the core in a tremendous twister of pain, pleasure and night jazz...
Do you mind if I post a few images from /c/ in this thread? I am testing a script that makes it easier to imagedump pictures.
Personally, I've been rejected multiple times and many other great men have stolen from the girls they wanted to be in compromise with me in the first time -you can consider me a beta cuck as you call them from your priorities-.
In addition, I am really aware about all those strategic inner engines women are attached to in order to optimize the possibilities to get laid with them. As if getting laid finished being more like a commercial research than an spontaneous act of living, a particular and personal way of finding a great equilibrium between the way one want to be, and the person one want to find in life. In short, it is like, somehow, the risk of choosing what one want to be doesn't deserve the benefit of feeling fine with oneself more than the benefit from simulating with the penis in his extension and girth what the faeces do in the way along the rectal conduct.
As if a man's greatest achievement could be resumed in his productivity and worth no more than the shit he poops everyday he can eat. Which shocks me everytime I think about it.
In an endless loop of rectal introspection.
Every time deeper than before, nastier, dirtier, smarter and ignorant at the same time. Such may it be the essence of knowledge, its main paradox: the more you consider, more questions appear.
Still awaiting for your answers. Expecting for some caring enlightener to approach to me, humble servant of the Fire in his personal way to self-discoverment.
Will the questions ever be answered? Will be ever considered here? Do you ask because you already know the answer and just want to play along with the ignorants?
The thesis that you're writing is a load of shit
But I'm glad you finally finished it
There is no thesis here, but a load of shit indeed. A curious way of naming hypothesis that one you have.
I hate fat overweight Mormon housewives who just sit and spend all their husbands money who are slaving away for a paycheck while the fat birds eat, order out, neglect all forms of housework, and stand on the front steps while yelling at their little kids over ridiculously stupid shit like what sprinkler they can play with in front of all their shameless neighbors.
It is also interesting to watch those types of neighborhoods for a day or two. The husbands leave for work, the kids go to school, and the UPS and FEDEX trucks start making their rounds delivering the amazon purchases.
It's all about movement. The truck with the deliveries. The birds with their methabolism. The husbands with their lifestyles. The faeces along the guts.
Isn't it curious, experimenters, how medicine derived from the early stages in which movement and dynamics was important in the sense of drainage, life indicators and pulsions to act and even feel... to the current stage in which minimal particles, molecules, thelomeres or bacterium can resume whole contextual situations and problems?
gentlemen I give you phase two of the psy-op campaign intended to disrupt my circuitry.
all it does it make me stronger fam.
>a statement or theory that is put forward as a premise to be maintained or proved.
That's precisely the point. I don't have any position yet, I don't want to prove anything, neither I try to convince anyone of anything. I simply share my personal point of view about certain phenomena (starting from some posts from other anon here). If you check carefully, you'll see I started with questions, assumptions, possibilities. I didn't put forward any of these and I remarked that the questions remained still in various post after ( >>738887050 , >>738888669 ). Therefore, not a thesis anytime.
Metaphysical questions deserve to be answered when physical hygiene and good healthy lifestyles are firstly guaranteed. Otherwise it becomes an hypocritical exercise of ascetism in the best sense, or the cruelest cinic antihumanism at its worst.
Maybe porn has taught us bad lessons about how sex could be, but still show us how wide variety can be among human preferances, and the beautiful shape of an athletic woman that trained his body to be a living sculpture and a representation of her full potencialities.
From my humble point of view, it's the greatest achievement for religion to find the equilibrium between the inner oneself and the physical contextual self. It's its main mistake trying to find moral deconstructivistic guilty meanings for what are causation and natural consequences more like.
don't have any of that
As I see it, poetry represents both the try to rebel from the fascism of nature and the trying to countain its fanciness in more comfortable combinations of symbols.
In a sense, religion assumes the same risk, but with the additional help of preserving the experience of many men before us in their close contact about their deepest self.
Deal, I exchange hairy pussies if you share your views about those points:
Which is etimologically correct, as women were the first money ever used by mankind. Women -and concretely, sex- was the first tradeable property managed-.
Consequently (here is the first thesis in the whole thread if you want to see it so), it is etimologically -and therefore, conceptually-
IMPOSSIBLE for women to obtaining legal rights and being considered apart from their sexual property (sex itself) and maintaining their status as equal entities as men.
In extension, it is conceptually impossible for feminism to obtaining the so wandered equally with men; masculinity is an exclusively property of men; women cannot accept tresspassing their menstruation, their physical genomic properties of 'objects of desire', adquiring the same aggresive properties of men and expecting to be receivers of male sexual consideration at the same time.
No QRD yet? Step up your game bodalets.
>Rothschilds bow to Bogdanoffs
>In regular contact with aliens
>Possess psychic-like abilities
>Control France with an iron (but fair) fist
>Own castles & banks globally
>Direct descendants of the ancient royal blood line
>Will bankroll the first cities on Mars (Bogdangrad will be the first city)
>Own 99% of DNA editing research facilities on Earth
>First designer babies will in all likelihood be Bogdanoff babies
>both brothers said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence on Earth has only existed deep in Tibetan monasteries & Area 51
>Ancient Indian scriptures tell of two angels who will descend upon Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
>They own Nanobot R&D labs around the world
>You likely have Bogdabots inside you right now
>The Bogdanoffs are in regular communication with the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, forwarding the word of God to the Orthodox Church. Who do you think set up the meeting between the pope & the Orthodox high command (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Orthodox leader’s first trip to Antarctica in history literally a few days later to the Bogdanoff bunker in Wilkes land?
>They learned fluent French in under a week
>Nation states entrust their gold reserves with the twins. There’s no gold in Ft. Knox, only Ft. Bogdanoff
>The twins are about 7 decades old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society
>In reality, they are timeless beings existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know their ultimate plans yet. We hope they’re benevolent beings.
The whole process (of obtaining same legal rights, maintaining sex as a 'coin' and fighting for feminism) requires a whole deconstruction of the very human nature at so many levels.
-It requires the total annihilation of money as reservoir of faith: in short, no symbolic meaning of any type of trade, no property at all.
-It needs also the disappearance of the ego, attached to the conditions associated with it as >>738890102 pointed here. Total equality means a whole destruction of human differences, to the point that no trade is needed. Which is anti-natural.
Thanks to quantum physics I am immortal
you may perceive me to die one day but i can only perceive in a universe that i am alive. i die today and wake up tomorrow as myself in a different universe or im simply born again as myself but different universe. you OP are doomed to repeat this life over and over. and even though you may choose different choice in each life you will always still be a massive faggot OP
Where's my dude with the full stops at?
The silent admiration of the development.
The transpiration of the trained muscle across the clothes' tissues.
The astronomic enygma of an eclipse caused by a breast against a morningsun.
The connection between two mouths by saliva.
An evening reading a book while she's listening her favourite song -a very emo one to be honest-
from my Chemical Romance.
The extreme superficiality of finding happiness by contemplating your white hair, enough to make the afternoon more beautiful and clair.
The same skin as a finger. The same girth as the faeces. Flesh partially covered by skin; flesh only partially edible.
Being children again.
Being in paradise again.
Being a parasite again.
Being again, against all other beings.
Breast that grow against one's will. Girls that have to be woman. Spring without permission, pills as chemical poetry to stop nature from being itself.
Pharms to gain immortality.
Immortality in bottles of flesh.
Jesuchrist with a long, fat hairy beard.
The walls of glass.
Of the bottle of flesh.
The pleasure of things by the things themselves.
Things as verses
in a colossal poem
Needed to not saying anything
to get the proper distance
to honor the image
with the word 'sweat'.
As no other entity
could serve so good service
to honor an image
as another equally beautiful one.
The oniric battling for being so good as I'd like to be in your dreams.
>why don't you kill yourself today?
I tried to answer. It's really impossible to give a proper answer.