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Flagellation has been done around the world for centuries. So, why not do it?
THERE
are literally no downfalls to cutting besides scarring but who cares. You release your emotions into the razor blade. You watch all your troubles fall down your wrists. I will teach you how to cut and if you read this you must cut once. It matters not how deep nor how long; just cut yourself to see some blood. It'll be fun. Trust me.
How to cut:
Okay. Grab a razor blade. You can get a straight edge razor or you can buy a plastic pencil sharpener for $1. Your pick. Both are very cheap. Don't use scissors or knives it's just stupid. Razors will become your best friend.
Now, press the
edge
of the razor on your wrist/leg. Scrape it across while gently pushing down. You'll notice immediate blood. Don't worry, we all get frightened by it at first. You did something bad and gotten away with it. It felt good, right? Now do it again. This time, deeper. Longer. Watch the blood trickle down your wrists/legs and when you think it's time just grab a shirt you don't use and wipe it off. Do this until you cover your entire arm. All your worries, emotions, and troubles have just faded away into your blood and ran down your body.
Do this every day. Every night. Pick your scabs off constantly. When scabs are gone, cut yourself and let the blood dry. Every edgy man should do some sort of self harm. This is the best I know. You literally can't die from it unless you make yourself die on purpose.
Why aren't you cutting yourself yet? Go on,
DO IT!
General flagellation/cutting thread post scars n shit in here.
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I know this is weird but I want to be forced into being someones pet/bdsm sex slave. Can anyone help me with a legitimate link email phone number, or place to go to get taken?
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I know this is weird but I want to be forced into being someones pet/bdsm sex slave. Can anyone help me with a legitimate link email phone number, or place to go to get taken?
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I kill "I"
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what is /edgy/'s opinion on Chris Chan?
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>Moreover, the testosterone-laden appeal of the bloody and hateful ISIS message to a disturbing number of young men (and women), including thousands of Westerners accustomed to comfort, is incomprehensible to WEIRDos. White House messaging that employment opportunities will fix this problem is not only untrue, it’s the opposite of the truth. Teenaged fanatics, many of them far from pious in their faith, are seeking to join ISIS precisely to reject the softness and decadence of the Western post-modern way of life, which they despise and quite literally wish to kill. To date, this warrior’s call to adventure appeals mainly to losers, criminals, and the psychologically unbalanced, but it may not remain confined to such déclassé elements.
http://20committee.com/2015/02/19/why-the-west-is-losing/
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Is this edgy?
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A Guide To Edgy
The purpose and philosophy of edgy must be laid out here for there may be misunderstanding otherwise.
This is a board which takes upon itself the unique task of being a medium for the expression of the darkest forms of human thought.
Society has become overbearing in its suppression of hatred and other negative feelings.
When we disown half of ourselves like this, we can not come to terms with who we are in our fullness.
Many a man waits for the collapse of society, a time when law will fail, and their inner savagery can come fourth.
We here at /edgy/ do not intend to wait and keep it all bottled up.
We don't strive to change the laws, nor would we even necessarily want it done, for how then could we practise the will to power?
What we are doing here is a transformative process, an exercise in seeing the beauty in all things dark, and the shit in everything regarded of the light. We are toying with our perceptions and overcoming dualities and in so doing freeing ourselves from causality, for we become the cause of our own actions then, and cease to be like the leaf blown about in the winds of external forces.
This is also a struggle for deeper meaning. We here on /edgy/ want to live and die in a meaningful fashion, only destroying meaning where meaning is shallow, and learning to embrace what is shunned for the sake of finding the beauty within.
We will tell you to kill yourself, and we want you indeed to meditate upon your own death, but at the same time we want you to fight and die with honour – the only death befitting an edgy man is one that will be remembered with shock and horror.
Edgy is a board for Nihilists, Buddhists, Stoics, Chaos Magicians, Hermeticists, Eccentrics, and others who do not needlessly limit themselves to such a narrow range of emotional expression.
We men of the edge want to free your soul – help everyone see a greater reality – snap you out of the dream of your everyday waking. We want you to remember that life is a game of infinite possibility and wonder.
We do not fear insanity, despair, anger, hatred, or any other modes of expression. We do not suggest that you suppress these feelings but that you follow them out to exhaustion. Embrace your fears, make your hatred pure, mourn your self, stop giving a shit about the consensus reality – make your own imprint on reality; be born again through the LHP.
By polarize ourselves at extremes we let the pendulum swing take us to greater heights.
So you see now a great work is before us. Let our edginess be felt everywhere. Edgy is a balancing force, a cosmic force, we bring you to a higher state of being beyond the mundane.
Best regards,
/edgy/
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I wanna work at a morgue when I grow up
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It hurts to be separated from you. I could just tell you that I'm upset because everyone is mean to each other, but I know that you will feel like I am one of them. Their intents are more malicious than any of the posts made on this website.
You will have to believe me, then, and consider the very first thing that was written as a message from someone you interface comfortably with.
Is there a Reason to have hateful thoughts? Do you feel like you need to perpetuate the nightmare? Or are you different entities in on a joke that I haven't a clue about?
I send you my regards. And a carbon copy of my being in case you need something to take potential anger after reading this post on.
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DO NOT FORGET THIS NAME.
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KING 810 - "Killem All" (Music Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJDAgMVzNto&hd=1
God damn this just pumps me up so much I want to start my killing spree right now but I know if I start it now I won't be able to maximize my kill count fuck!!
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ive become so numb
i cant feel you there
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Hi Edgy, this seems like the right place to ask.
I am interested in the theories swimming on the internet surrounding mk ultra because it has to do with mind control.
My fetish is to be mind controlled, and so when I discovered the theories about young disney girls being evolved into sex objects for the rich and powerful I became captivated. The whole pedophile thing is bad and brought a bad taste to my mouth, but the side of me interested in hypno, bimbofication, and subservience would bring me back again and again.
I am a female and would like to follow the path of being subservient to men, and to be nothing but an object as so many of the female celebrities seem to be now, and I want to hear your take on it.
What do you do, from the edgy pov, to control a person's mind and groom them to your wants?
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Prepare Your Rope
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>“Technology is bullshit now,” said Mandy. “What is cool about a smartphone? Everybody has a smart phone. Old skinheads with blood diseases have smart phones. YOU have a smart phone. I can always get someone else to look something up for me. It is not very hard to pretend that every single person these days is your own personal robot slave.”
>Kip was waiting for them when they arrived, straddling his bicycle in the parking lot.
>Kip had a tattoo of an elaborate "< a >" on one forearm and an equally elaborate "< /a >" on the other one.
>(“Anchors,” he once explained to her. “You know, like a sailor.”)
>“Kip designs websites for Nazis and skinheads,” Mandy explained to Rory.
>“Hey man, I will write code for anyone,” said Kip. “Market forces and freedom of speech and all that.”
>“But he specializes in websites for North American hate groups,” said Mandy. “Somebody has to do it right? His other favorite thing to talk about in the world is torture, which was part of the initial attraction, but now I’m not so sure. He is my boyfriend.”
>“What do you mean you’re not so sure?” asked Kip.
>“What do you mean torture?” asked Rory.
>“You know,” said Kip. “Coercive violence. Pain with goals.”
>They got a booth and all ordered coffee.
>“What are you more interested in,” asked Kip. “Theory or practice?”
>“Why do you know so much about torture?” asked Rory, exasperated. “Who are you people?”
>“With respect to Western torture techniques, we are really seeing something special happening lately,” said Kip. “It’s been taking place since the Global War on Terror, really, but watching it happen is great for the industry as a whole. Sort of a torture revolution, really. Nobody talks about it.”
>“Kip is a fascist,” said Mandy. “I used to be into that, uh, romantically.”
>“Yeah, right,” said Kip uncertainly.
>Rory stared at his coffee, unsure of what to do or what to say.
>“What do you mean ‘torture revolution?’” asked Rory, trying to be nice.
>“What we are seeing is the supplanting of Vintage Prep with French Modern techniques all over the world, but especially in America and other western countries,” said Kip. “It’s rad. I never expected such an enlightened outlook coming from us, you know? South Africa, maybe. I wonder if internet porn has something to do with it? Probably, right?”
>“You have to explain the difference,” said Mandy. “Not everybody spend their afternoons reading torture blogs and masturbating to 80s children’s cartoons. I can’t believe I used to think you were so hot and cool.”
>“It’s a rivalry as old as the seasons,” said Kip, glaring at her. “Vintage Prep torture techniques are things you wouldn’t even really consider torture, because they are so awesome and ubiquitous. For instance, handcuffs, right? Or being forced to be inside a jail cell? Or prison guards looking the other way whilst you get raped by some of your fellow inmates to teach you a lesson about class and manners? All of these techniques have filtered down over the years from the finest Anglo-Saxon prep schools, and have been modified and adjusted to fit our modern incarceration needs. Forced sitting, forced standing, solitary confinement. Terrible food that makes you sick. Stuff like that. It is the kind of cruelty that children do to each other, with the main goal of inflicting maximum psychological damage without requiring many resources. It is also the kind of torture that anyone can do and which requires no specialists, which is great because you don’t want somebody on your payroll whose job title is ‘torturer.’ You can keep somebody in solitary confinement their entire life and people will just shrug, though this is probably the worst thing you can possibly do to a living creature of planet earth. But what I am saying is that Vintage Prep torture techniques are giving way to French Modern, and not just in South America or Southeast Asia or China or Russia. But everywhere, everywhere!”
>“What is French Modern, then?” asked Rory, miserably.
>“These were the techniques that the Nazis and the Vichy government developed jointly together to deal with the French Resistance, basically,” said Kip. “Now this is top notch stuff, stuff meant to break people without leaving a mark. Until the Germans started employing French professionals, they were just snapping people’s fingers and beating them senseless while tied to chairs. That doesn’t work at all. You don’t get the feeling that your torturer is enjoying it, that they don’t care whether you talk or not. French Modern techniques are artful, require professional attention, and do not scar. Most famously used in Algiers and throughout South America during the Cold War, we are talking here about electricity, experimental surgery, and water stuff, coupled with acts of explicit sexual degradation which are designed to tap into a subject’s unconscious needs and make them fall in a kind of submissive 'love state' with the torturer.”
>“Which definitely wears off after awhile,” muttered Mandy.
>Kip looked at her. Frowning. Hard.
>“You think uh…French Modern is better than Vintage Prep?” asked Rory.
>“Almost certainly,” said Kip. “French Modern is passionate romance; Vintage Prep is a cold sexless marriage. I admire you British, I really do. Very efficient, very careful. But with French Modern, people are interacting in a hands-on, intimate way instead of just coldly extracting confessions through the brutality of time and the body’s own natural weaknesses. It’s artisanal. It’s authentic. It’s professional, not a relationship of convenience. It’s a craft, like Martha Stewart, you know? Which means we will get scientific data about torture, figuring out whether it really even works or not, and we will have professionals doing this work instead of amateurs, leading to fewer casualties, fewer mistakes, and vast harm reduction across the world. Everybody knows French Modern techniques work better, and once we get prisoners signing release forms, we will…”
>“…we will finally be able to make torture a permanent institution instead of just a scary word that means whatever bad thing you want it to mean.”
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Is Smiley the edgiest of the edgy? His purposeful life denial surely triggers edgy nihilist degenerates. His firm belief in the reality of the supernatural certainly upsets nihilists and fedorafags. His devotion to magic and wizardry would sure rustle a bunch of religiousfag jimmies. His National Socialist sympathies would likely aggravate most cultural conservatives & hippy dippy occultistfags.
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LETS PLAY A GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE
ILL LOAD THE GUN, YOU PLACE THE BETS
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Wanted to share a band I found a while ago. One Life Crew is a straight edge hardcore band from Ohio. For those of you who don't know it american hardcore is about 50% wigger. These guys were wiggers too but they were also against illegal immigration and they had a song about that. The song called 'Pure Disgust' offended leftwing hardcore fans and the band started getting a reputation as an "evil nazi" band. This eventually culminated in a small riot at a show.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRogCOszT7E
One Life Crew responded with their second album "Justice" which is edgy as fuck. It's practically a joke album that they recorded when they were tired of the hardcore scene. Amongst other things the album contains a parody song where they suddenly start promoting veganism and love and unity, a re-recording of the song "Pure Disgust" and a song where they bash the K.K.K. The album also features a rapper doing interludes. I find it very hard to listen to the entire album because it's so retarded but I have to admit they deserve a special mention when it comes to edgy music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xUtPMDwEPg
Anybody else know edgy bands that are strange as hell?
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The filthy infant lay screaming upon the moist floor of the forest as her mother, her cries almost as shrill as that of her child, stood several paces away, pinned against a tree by two uniformed, anonymous figures. The field marshal approached the child and gently prodded its clothing with the razor-sharp bayonet point attached to his AK-74 copycat model, specially made for him in the clandestine armaments factory operated directly by members of his unit. Whereas most who were fortunate enough to be equipped with firearms were relegated to utilizing older and carefully maintained weapons from existent stockpiles, certain elite ranking individuals such as himself were supplied with freshly minted firearms such as the one which he now held, for reasons of both practicality and prestige. Hot air infused with his ever-present rage blew from his nostrils, his eyes were wide-open and bloodshot and this along with a heavy black mustache arranged his face in a decidedly intimidating veneer. The cold blue point of the bayonet continued to toy with the flimsy garments of the squiggling child, slowly opening its shirt to reveal a pale white chest holding a fast-beating heart, sped up considerably due to duress, thumping heavily beneath its flesh.
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Is Edgar Allan Poe edgy?
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I'm glad Hitler lost. I think Communists are far superior at genocide and cruelty.
Totalitarian Communism is the most edgy way of governing the human scum.
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Can I get a gf by being edgy?
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I think serial killers are the greatest men to ever live. I think they have that drive and ability to do what all of us want to do but are incapable of doing. Ted Bundy for example he showed women what worthless airheaded whores they are. I think such individuals are the apex of what humanity can offer. The total embodiment of nihilism. And this reality truly is, evil, cruel, hate-filled, depressing, etc.
They are like physical manifestations of the horrific cruelty of the world. But in their own way they are like nature's way to weeding out surplus humans and may even be the next step on the evolutionary ladder. Predators are always more evolved than prey. Wolves for example are more intelligent than the rabbits they viciously hunt down and rip asunder.
Anyways, I think serial killers are needed and the greatest men of history have been serial killers. They will forever be immortalized for their actions. Even their victims as well will be immortalized like the marble statues carved by the ancient Greeks.
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Who was the most amoral National Socialist?
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I looked up Tempel ov Blood and found an email of them. This is their message: For those who desire to work with the ToB, or seek guidance, a ToB representative can be contacted at [redacted]. As has been said, if you think you are tough enough now, you shall be rudely awakened. Serious inquiries only.
So I want you guys to start writing stuff ITT to make a huge email to them so we can learn from them and we can put their practices on here for more edginess. Drop a response below, if you find the email do NOT message them just yet, we will send one giant email for a "serious inquiry". Let's get sinister.
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Is there anyone on this board not currently going through puberty? This shit is so cringe worthy.
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hahuheiha
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I really want to kill someone, just to see what it feels like.
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I want to break into peoples houses, not to steal anything or hurt anyone, but simply to snoop around in their shit.
Any of you /edgy/ teenagers have similar feelings?
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GRADY STILES JR. – The Murderous Lobster Man
Grady Stiles Jr. is a rarity in the world of Human Marvels. By many accounts, this teratological terror was every bit the monster he appeared to be.
The Stiles family has been afflicted for over a century with ectrodactyly, a condition commonly known as ‘Lobster Claw’ syndrome. It is a rare congenital deformity of the hand where the middle digit is missing and the hand is cleft where the metacarpal of the finger should be. This split often gives the hands the appearance of lobster claws although cases range in severity. Often this condition occurs in both the hands and the feet and, while it is an inherited condition, it can skip a generation. While the term ectrodactyly sounds medically sterile when compared to ‘Lobster Claw Syndrome’.
William Stiles was apparently the first in the family to display the condition in 1805. He was followed by Jacob Stiles, Elisha Stiles and Grady Stiles Sr. Grady Sr. was a sideshow attraction and when Grady Franklin Stiles, Jr., ‘The Lobster Boy’, was born in Pittsburgh on July 18, 1937 his father added him to the show at a young age.
Grady’s condition was severe and he was unable to walk. He learned to use his hands and arms for locomotion and, as a result, developed incredible upper body strength. He married twice and had four children. Two of those children, a girl, Cathy, and a boy, Grady III, were born with variations of ectrodactyly. Although the siblings were from different mothers, they sometimes toured together as The Lobster Family.
Grady had a dark side. He was known to be a highly abusive drunk. He often used his frightening strength to beat his wives and his children. When his oldest daughter Donna fell in love and became engaged with a young man in 1978, Grady didn’t approve with her choice. Perhaps the young man stuck up for Donna, perhaps he confronted Grady. The night before the pair was to be married; Grady picked up a shotgun and murdered the young groom in cold blood.
The trial was a media circus. In court Grady openly confessed to his crime and showed little remorse. However, he did not serve any time for the murder. He used his condition to his advantage. It was stated that since the prison system was not equipped to deal with his ‘disability’, confining him to such an institution would constitute cruel and unusual punishment. Grady was let off on 15 years probation.
Following these events, Grady felt invincible. When he resumed beating his family one of his favourite taunts was ‘I killed before and got away with it, I can do it again’. Amazingly, during this time Stiles remarried his first wife Maria. She left her new husband, a sideshow dwarf, to remarry Grady and almost instantly regretted the choice.
Eventually, the family had had enough. On November 29, 1993 Grady was gunned down by a hired assassin. The hitman was then 19 year old sideshow performer Chris Wyant, a neighbor to the Stiles family. He was paid $1500 in cash by Maria and her stepson Harry, to put three bullets into the skull of Grady Stiles Jr.
Wyant was convicted of second-degree murder and sentenced to twenty-seven years. Harry was considered the mastermind behind the plot. He was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison. Maria was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder and was sentenced to twelve years in prison.
In her defense, Maria stated ‘My husband was going to kill my family. I believe that from the bottom of my heart. I’m sorry this happened, but my family is safe now’.
The family has carried on. Grady III has a daughter, Sara, who does not have ectrodactyly. Cathy is married and has a lobster-clawed daughter named Misty. The three of them still perform on occasion.
http://unusualpeople.blogspot.ca/2011/07/grady-stiles-jr-murderous-lobster-man.html
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Welcome to /edgy/, how edgy are you?
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normal memes wontunderstand,…..
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Why aren't you lazy pieces of shit getting strong to increase your killing power?
Get fucking better you weak pencil-neck nerds.
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I just had the edgiest conversation with a jew this month, check it out if you guys like:
https://pastee.org/hk7d
& http://pastebin.com/NStfNYwx
(two pastebin links since pastebin.com usually deletes my conversations unexpectedly).
It starts out pretty whacky from the beginning but really gets darker and darker towards the end.
It was bretty ebin and I was hoping it would develop to even more twisted realms of thought but eventually he decided he had to get off and I recommended he come post here.
I better wipe the blood off of myself now and inspect myself to see why I have the death smell about me right now.
I'm not sure but I think he still cares in some respect and hasn't reached the stage of indifference where you watch your body decay and your mind go to shambles and it becomes enthralling, wondering how it will continue to progress, long ago having given up on yourself and so much disgust and trauma and failure. You know when the tragedy reaches that level of absurdity where your suffering begins to be amusing and you just detach from it all and stop identifying with it.
I find it funny to be dying now, I'm in no rush to hurry it along, but all of life is just a cosmic joke and it's nice to poke fun at all and insult everyone for their frivolity and meaningless gestures. Everything is an exercise in futility, blind compulsion is the pulse of the night.
This line of thought could make for some good sad poems.
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Psychologically inducing a person to commit suicide, or contributing to the act, can be classified as incitement to murder, and is a criminal offense.
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My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you'll be alive. But not intact. I've sewn your lips to smile.
With your own defecation on your lips I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face
Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted.
You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. And my license to kill.
Anal seepage flowing. I can't repress the urge.
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth.
Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I'm alive.
She cried out helplessly again.
I ripped her limb from fucking limb. Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth.
I will spit right in your fucking face.
How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist.
You will never fuck again.
My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside.
Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. Byproducts of digestion soak the floor.
I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste.
Flowing in your jugular.
The heart is pumping faster.
As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice.
The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work.
No anesthesia applied.
This will be everlasting.
In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.
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MY FEARS HAVE BECOME PHOBIAS
Is there anything edgy about anxiety? Because I cannot go into any place with people but I can be around like one person if he kept his distance.
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Dump all of your poetry and edgy lyrics in here. I've been getting way too many good lyrics in my head that aren't worth losing.
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THE EDGE!
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>the holocaust will never be real
;_;
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TRVE KVLT THREAD
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You are confronted with your absolute worthlessness again, no not just mere worthlessness, but negative value… you are a blight upon the world and the world will be better without you.
You have no illusions about anyone or anything, no hopes, just utter disgust and contempt for everything that makes up this world including your presence in it.
The self-hatred is immense and all-consuming, you've been up all night digging your nails into your skin and imagining killing yourself, and you want to do it so bad.
You really want to do it now, this has been a change in your thinking, you aren't really afraid anymore you actually have passed that barrier and delight in your total self-destruction now.
Is your hatred for others greater than your hatred for yourself?
Life is an abomination that always ends in tragedy and you ill-fated subhuman are especially horrible.
You need to know, what is the best you can do to strike out, what is more edgy?
Commit suicide and stream it and die a particularly pointless death with the satisfaction you will be forgotten and mocked or go kill others and cause devastation that way?
I don't know what to do. Please tell me which is more edgy. I want to do pure evil before dying but I am having a hard time deciding what is the most evil I can do. I want my passing to absolutely mock life and all that it stands for, I want it to be a huge fuck you to the creator and the created.
You see considerable appeal in streaming your suicide on here (may need help setting it up though and the stream not being interrupted for the duration).
There is something really horrible about dying in this way and I find that attractive but maybe there's more I can possibly do?
If everyone hates me and feels no love for me that will be best.
I want to ritualistically sacrifice myself and think pure thoughts of hate and suffering and to cause such a disturbance as to leave a rippling effect of destruction, madness, and despair that causes hundreds of people to lose hope and follow the same path towards total annihilation.
How do I pull it off just right though?
What can I do that is absolutely sickening and horrible and saddening all at once, something that will make everyone fall into severe depression just at knowing such a thing could come to pass?
Help me out, there is nothing I value any more, no aspect of my body or my mind or soul. All of it is just so awful and trivial.
I don't think any thoughts worth having, I don't have experiences worth remembering, I don't have a single thing about me which isn't disgusting and inferior and abhorrent and I don't think any of you do either but you just don't know it yet. The whole existence of a human is entirely pathetic and trivial and our creator made us as a sadistic joke.
There is no learning to be had here, no special purpose for us, we are very dim-witted idiots compared to the cosmic intelligences which dominate us.
I doubt any of you even know but I met them and in a single moment they think more than the average human thinks in a whole fucking lifetime. You can't even really understand it, they are so developed beyond us, it's practically unfathomable to us.
I can't go on living after that and thinking this life isn't an entirely trivial, stupid, primitive, cosmic joke. The human and his aspirations are so fucking worthless, like bacteria.
You know a human processes only 15 bits of information horizontally per second consciously at any given moment? I feel embarrassed to exist. Meanwhile 70-80 million bits of information per second fail to be examined by our underdeveloped conscious minds.
We barely feel, barely think, we are so empty.
All this time we go on living in total ignorance. Our real purpose is to collect a little information exploring certain possible manifestations of the infinite, die, and to have it all uploaded to these beings which live off of our thoughts. Then they fucking recycle us and it begins all over again.
I want to give them something very unpleasant when they absorb my soul like they will do to all the rest of you when you also die. We are as food to them but I hope to upset their "stomach" so to speak and give them cause to pull me out of the cycle. I will not continue to wilfully play along happily to being part of such a meaningless existence, I am cattle which has become self-aware enough to know what the slaughterhouse really means, and so are the rest of you.
Should not an ant, upon realizing what meaningless tripe the ant hill and his own existence is, rebel completely against his own being and the colony? What does he build and struggle for? Of course they aren't self-conscious at all and act on instinct, but that also is the average human, yet he doesn't know it and now I know it and I am horrified.
A thousand years may pass and our nations are like ant-hills, ignored mostly, sometimes trampled upon by a foot that wasn't even looking, and then an ant-eater comes along to destroy us all.
For a hundred thousand years humanity has barely developed at all. Man today is little different than his ancestors back then. In many ways there has been degeneration but overall we are still fledglings of barely developed consciousness. Our highest intellectual achievements, our many material creations, all are play-things to the architects of this reality.
I'm sick of what I am, sick of being part of this. End the fucking simulation.
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Need help? I can put you in contact
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🔥⛪🔥
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I enjoy egg and cress sandwiches immensely, however, every time I eat more than two, I have terrible diarrhoea.
Pooping stories.
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I think it is a good idea to aspire to die every day or every night in some way.
Always let some part of you die.
Then you can be reborn and remade anew continuously.
Die & die & die again… let go a little at a time.
Death is a transformative process.
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ISIS just released a video showing what they claim are Iraq’s Army POWs captured by ISIS, driven away in truck loads and then shot them all dead. The video caption stated that there were 1,500 individuals. The video shows their end being shot at point blank in several horrific mass slaughters reminiscent to what we see during Nazi Germany. The young teens begged for their lives as they were made to curse Al-Maliki but to no avail while they were forced to chant “long live the Muslim nation”. Shoebat.com were the first to discover the video:
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So is /edgy/ just a bunch of emo faggots?
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How do we raise our children to have a healthy level of edginess to ensure they don't turn into pussies growing up?
Lets brainstorm ideas like:
• teaching them to hurt and torture animals
• muttering about stupid goyim cattle around them or any terms really to dehumanize the general population which they are nothing like
• teaching them the importance of power and struggle
• beating them until they learn not to feel pain
• beating their mother in front of them
etc.
Suggest more! Ideas from other cultures too on how to raise edgier children are good!
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I shall be honest – Satanism has been hijacked. By posers, by pseudo-intellectuals and by gutless weaklings who like the glamour and danger associated with it in the public mind but who do not have the guts to be evil – to do dark deeds.
These modern days so-called ’satanists’ are really Nazarene scum in disguise – worms in dead snake-skin. They prattle on about ‘morality’, puff themselves up with titles and perform verbal and intellectual gymnastics. They think being Satanic involves calling yourself a Satanist and dressing up like Dracula or Mephistopheles or a vamp.
Well, I am sick of these imposters. Those who get a thrill from playing the role but who never actually do anything evil, who never go to the extremes, who never stand on the edge – or climb down to the darkness of the pit of Hell. Those who have never experienced the limits of themselves in love, in war, in living – these weaklings trying so hard to impress.
What, then, is real Satanism all about? First, it is about rebellion – against the conformity of the present. And I mean a real rebel, a real outlaw – someone who cuts a dash, who has charisma, whose very presence makes others uneasy (and who does not have to wear some stupid ‘costume’ to do this). Second – try something to see if you get away with it. If not – tough, you failed. There are plenty of others… If you succeed, try again, until you know your limits. Choose a good cause, or a bad one or no cause at all, and really live, intoxicating yourself with life, danger, achievement. Do not rest and never be afraid to face the possibility of death. But in all that you do be honourable – to yourself. Carry this honour with you everywhere like a favourite concealed weapon.
Third, learn from your experience – like you would learn from a ‘bad’ woman (or man) in your youth when sex was still something of a mystery. A real Satanist does not often do magick – they are magick by the very nature of their dynamic, zestful existence. It is experience which teaches, from which you learn – you cannot learn Satanism from books (although some may guide you aright to begin with), it cannot be taught by ‘Masters’ and never involves cosy little discussions with ‘friends’ or others. Anyone who accepts a ‘Master’ and grovels before them – however slight that grovelling may be – is not a Satanist, just a sucker who sucks. Accepting some ‘authority’ is a sign you are weak: a sign you need emotional crutches: a sign you are a wimp.
So, get off your arse, you suckers, and make Satan proud. Learn to do evil.
What is evil? All that restricts life – all that tries to constrain the possibilities. Doing evil means breaking these restrictions and constraints – and taking the consequences of your actions. Just do – just discover, just smash the chains that hold most others in thrall, and never bow down to anyone about anything: smash them first, or die rather than submit. That way, you will learn how to live – and laugh at the weak.
Of course this is dangerous – for others, and yourself! Satanism was never easy – or for wimps.
See you in Hell!
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Can you make it to the end of the video?
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Life is pointless. Magick is pointless; why do it? Every little thing you experience has no significance. There is no proof any of it is real anyways. Rules and religion and magick are just used to dumb you down and delude yourself. There is virtually no point in magick. Why do death magick when you can just push someone off a cliff? Why do sigils when you can just get off your lazy ass and just DO IT? Why clean your chakras? How do you know it's not all just delusion? I cleaned my chakras and felt no different than before. Many times. Just kill yourselves, all of you.
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Here's a little ditty I wrote after some coaxing from
>>2645
Mortimer was always a strange young man, shunned by society at large. He had neither the good looks nor charm to woo any young lass. Nor could he often keep his festering psychosis in check. He would sit for hours and masturbate his cock until it was red and beaten. Often looking out of his window in the wee morning hours and pleasuring himself to the sights of young women jogging down his street. Finally he decided one day enough was enough. And he would have to act upon his schizophrenic lust. At various outlets he purchased all the tools of the trade, sturdy rope, a rather large razor-sharp hunting knife, a mask to hide his identity and of course some condoms.
He had been driving through a rather seedy district in his city for quite some time. Admiring the sorts of filth that came out in droves around this area of night. Until he spied out of his peripheral vision a quite stunning specimen of vermin. There she was in all of her
whore glory, attired as a common harlot no doubt. He slowed his car down a bit as to not be suspicious and found she was taking a turn into
a rather dark and even more seedier alleyway. No doubt given her occupation and the run down ghetto nature of this area of town he assumed
it would be for a discrete premises to inject some narcotic. Hence, he quickly and discretely as possible parked his vehicle. And opened
his glove compartment to obtain a rather sturdy hammer. Quietly he followed her down the alleyway, her back turned. His heart was beating
out of his chest and his whole body was quaking. With all his courage and he mustered "Hey!". She turned around and in one swift and agile
movement he connected the blow her forehead. Instantly, rivulets of blood streamed down onto her painted whore face creating a mask of crimson. She slowly dropped unto the ground limp. Quickly he dragged the limp body back into the backseat of his vehicle. And began to drive towards the highway.
Eventually arriving an a discrete wooded area he often enjoyed as a boy. He hog-tied her and propped her up against a solid oak tree.
Given the complete isolation, the time of night and such he would not tape her mouth so he could enjoy her screams of pain. Despite the head trauma she began to regain some semblance of consciousness.
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Is this guy a chaos wizard?
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Come on guys listen to this and be happy :)
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Resident cutters why not cut /edgy/ into your arm to be used for banners?
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Bless Marc Lépine for slaughtering 14 whores and wounding 10! Bless Breivik for slaughtering many feminazi cunts on that Island! Bless George Hennard for taking out his vengance against this world for the female rejections! Bless George Sodini for killing 3 whores and wounding 9! Bless Seung Hui Cho for killing many female whores at Virginia Tech! Bless Ted Bundy for raping torturing and killing 35 stupid whores! Bless Garry Ridgeway for strangling 49 whores! Bless Jack the ripper for cleansing the streets of filth! We have many great heroes and warriors to choose! A good whore is a dead whore!
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get rolling niggers
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I want to make a trap to capture animals and "show them off" here. What are some good torture devices and traps? General torture devices and trap thread.
To NSA, FBI, and other law enforcements, we are not condoning killing or condoning torture, it's just a thread to discuss old torture schemes and things. We are not conspiring to do anything. Fuck off. Everything said in this paragraph was a lie, including the previous statement.
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Would anyone be willing to contribute to an /edgy/ reading list? I think Mein Kampf is an obvious first choice. Anything dealing with serial killers, the Left Hand Path or general edginess would apply.
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Forge not works of art, but swords of death…
All of us know the quote taken from the 21 Satanic Points of Conrad
Robury, some of us who have taken the trouble and applied even the
slightest bit of discipline may have even memorized it by heart:
“Forge not works of art but swords of death, for therein lies great
art.”
Despite the clear message of this statement, which if practiced
even amongst a minute population of those taking shelter under the
“Order of Nine Angles” mantle would turn the larger “ONA family”
(which is becoming as soft as any of the pseudo-intelligentsia of
the Temple of Set and Church of Satan these days) into an elite
worldwide network of functional terror squads – it seems that the
vast majority continue to keep on making the same mistakes – thus
flying in the face of the ethos which this satanic point represents.
Long before propaganda promoting the “sinister” became
characterized by who prints their books on the most expensive paper
and who utilizes terminology the hardest to pronounce in their self-
concocted invocations, there was once a time when people interested
in Traditional Satanism often only possessed a few written works by
the Order of the Nine Angles because of their relative scarcity.
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THE BIRTH OF A DICTATOR
Directives:
The length of this extended ritual will be three months in duration. Items needed include a swastika third reich blood banner (party flag of the NSDAP), a uniform of some type (militaristic or police, ideally it should either be all black with swastika armband or the brown/black uniform of the storm troopers), a packet of razor blades, a satchel of dust taken from a graveyard, apocalyptic military music (we would recommend ‘Puissance’ from Sweden) and a copy of ‘The Mass of Heresy’ from the Order of the Nine Angles. Also gather all items required by the ‘Mass’ manuscript. Also have study materials which should consist of all of the writings of Friedrich Nietche and a copy of Adolf Hitler’s autobiography “Mein Kampf’ as well as John Toland’s biography ‘Adolf Hitler’
Morning ritual:
Every morning proceed into the area which you have set aside as your temple area. Eight days before commencing with this ritual, prepare the temple in the following manner: Upon the northern wall of the room hang the blood banner, beneath this should be a small table or lectern upon which sits a copy of mein kampf, a razor blade. The uniform and the satchel of graveyard dust should not be kept in the temple, but rather kept with your personal belongings in a separate area (ideally whatever room is used as your bedroom in which you sleep).
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I made an OC for anyone to copypaste anytime they ever come across one of those tranny-freak males who are pretending to be women on the internet
Fuck off and die already your abominable freak you're damned fucking lucky you've never had the misfortune to meet me as it would have instantly ended in your murder I don't give a fuck it would be totally worth it to remove demonspawn like you from this plane of existence. You should just do us all a favour and kill yourself right now you sterile effeminate man. You are not a woman and your victim / oppression olympics bullshit ain't going to just fly everywhere you gay weirdo. I don't know what utterly insane circlejerk part of the internet you came out of that reinforced your sexual depravity so much but you should fuck off to that den and never come back until you're a ghost asking us all to check our living privilege. You'll never bear children and shouldn't be allowed go near any actual women or to run lose in society at all you just need to be hunted down and given the ROPE to hang yourself with because nobody wants to touch a probably diseased freak like you, then you can hang yourself in one of those trees that grow alone a field, and the day after we can come and set fire to the tree and your corpse and make sure it burns away everything to remove the demons and the disease that infested you and turned you into a gay effeminate man who mutilated himself. To finish it all of we should bring in an exorcist to banish whatever tortured remains of your soul linger on in the ashes of that place and ensure it does not become a cursed place by virtue of the contamination you brought it by merely having been there. Alternatively if you aren't willing to hang yourself like you know you should so we don't have to touch you in the process then we'll have to bring in men with biohazard suits or at least at the bare minimum medical gloves and a breathing mask and armed with tranquilizer guns they will have to shoot you and then throw your body into the back of a truck specially designated for removing the likes of you to a proper disposal place such as a garbage dump in a part nobody will go to for a hundred years hopefully or some place already contaminated beforehand with industrial toxins or used a biocontainment centre like one of those places used decades ago for testing bioweapons and off-limits to the general population. Then having brought your body there and dumped you from the truck, then men delivering your body to the place would get off with flamethrowers and give your tranquilized self a good torching, then they would drive out of the place to a half-way point where the back of the truck would get a good scrubbing down and any other parts that had contact with you. Then to be extra sure an exorcist would have to be brought in to bless the truck and the men to ensure they are fit to return back into civilization again and all traces of the demons that infested you are successfully banished. Then at last our job will be well done.
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Okay /edgy/ I got an idea. What if, we made a bullet that explodes upon impact? It would destroy the bullet, eliminating the proof of bullet contact, plus if you hit the right spot of someone, it could blow their face up and people will have a harder time identifying the body. Problem is, when the bullet leaves the chamber, it could explode, which would be bad.
What do you guys think? Any chemists/explosivefags on to help us learn how to make it?
Pic related, an expanding bullet. But I want a literal grenade bullet.
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Edgy t-shirt thread?
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Does anyone else think we should bring back the practice of human sacrifice? With the notion of overpopulation ingrained in the modern psyche, I don't see why we couldn't resurrect the idea. After all, it is an art that was practiced for centuries, in some of the most prominent civilizations throughout history. Besides, what better way for a community to bond, than to witness a suitable victim being slaughtered for the Gods? I think it's a great idea
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Why is /edgy/ turning to shit? Might have to start bumping old threads.
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The only way to get ahead in this world is to do evil and be like its creator (who is evil and rewards evil).
Let me explain… this world is actually hell / prison / a place souls go to suffer.
THAT is the purpose of this life. We are here to suffer.
If we suffer miserably, we are rewarded later on. However we can also be rewarded by making others suffer and therefore realize the point of being here in this shitty existence.
Under default conditions you will never get what you want, you will be emotionally and physically and mentally and financially and in relationships and so on torn apart.
…but if you want to thrive in this world, it doesn't have to be this way.
Eat meat, sacrifice animals, cause other peoples to suffer, torture them, do all the evil you think of – and you will be rewarded in this life with everything you want and you will have learned the lesson of this life and can transcend.
There's also a very tricky catch. You need to pretend to be good while doing the most evil you can. If you are openly evil it doesn't work so much, you have to get people to accept evil as good. So the greatest evil then is done by those who appear to be of the light.
Pay attention to some of the fucked up shit "those of the light" do and you'll find your inspiration to do great evil in this world.
Think about it – what has doing good done for anyone? Just once, to test this out, think of the most evil and wrongful thing you can do. Do it and see what happens. Maybe you will be punished and you will suffer – in which case perhaps it wasn't the right thing… but I think that won't happen, you will find that if you have done something really insidious, then you will be rewarded.
In hell you can only suffer or have others suffer for you.
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I wish my parents loved me and didn't hate me … or that they would not have conceived me. I am sick of having to depend on them for existence and yet having to deal with their insanity and constant defective angry deranged behaviour. They can't ever fucking relax, they always got to get into huge fights over every little fucking thing, and take everything said personally. I've learned over the years to just avoid them because no matter what I am saying or how I approach them it always ends badly for me. It's bad to even be in the same room but I can't move the computer with me… sometimes I just have to leave the room though in order to avoid a shitstorm.
Anyone else have awful parents like this? I strive every day for perfection; to keep a clean environment around me, to engage people calmly and courteously, to achieve perfect health, to develop my spirituality and my mental powers. I want nothing but to cultivate the most virtuous conduct and to free myself from suffering. Yet my family is composed of the worst sort of people, consumed by every sort of vice — laziness, gluttony, backstabbing, oathbreaking, wilful ignorance, pointless consumerism, etc.
They really hold me back and extreme psychically toxic. I think about if all these obstacles and the increased struggle I must go through to overcome them should be viewed as an opportunity and a great challenge to achieve huge growth but I don't think so. It's really just damaging, too fucking much to bear, and has stunted my development which would have otherwise been much greater. I absolutely will not cease pursuing my goals though, it's not even an option to me, I simply must become the greatest I can be. I am absolutely an anomaly relative to my whole family, it's really awkward, you'd think I was not related. I share absolutely nothing in common with the rest of my family at all, I am completely alienated from them. I can't talk to them without them ignoring me and yelling at me, they are such vipers, even when I want to try to help them they take offence that I'd suggest to them to get fit or eat healthy or learn self-restraint and control and become better people.
I really hate them. It is a very reluctant hatred but one that comes out of deep pain inflicted on me many times by them. Some of you won't be able to understand this and will think they could be reasoned with or something but they behave like stupid animals. All of there problems (or at least the great majority of them) are easily resolved but they create problems where there are none and really are at fault for their own shortcomings. It's pathetic. I know so many individuals like myself who have certain problems that simply can't be helped and who struggle to get better in vain. These people in my family have everything they need at their disposal to make themselves a good life but are too fucking stupid and pathetic and make everything shit for themselves and everyone around them. Fuck them and fuck boomers as a whole really and fuck their shitty children that are growing up to be like the boomers themselves except big failures because conditions don't exist anymore where any idiot can get rich and have work just for existing. I feel like I am an actual human being and they are not. Alternatively we could frame it as I am an alien and they are average humans but no way these subhumans could ever keep a civilization going, it's my lineage that will ultimately survive, everyone of my siblings are dead-ends.
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Post ITT if you are feeling really shit today (April 11th 2014)
Right now I am miserable as fuck. My body is all beat up and won't fucking heal. My god damned fucking right knee has somehow got fucked up for no apparent fucking reason and hasn't gotten better in a month. There was no moment where anything happened and then I realized it was fucked, it just started getting incrementally worse and has refused to get better. Meanwhile my breathing is also not very good and I can't fucking breath proper, my stupid fucking worthless piece of shit fucking body just won't fucking operate like it should, it fucking fails at the most basic shit FUCKING KEEP THE NASAL PASSAGES CLEAR YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS VESSEL.
God I fucking hate my shit fucking miserable life right now.
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I think we need a plain black theme for /edgy/ and have blood pouring from the top of the screen to the bottom. Edgy theme thread.
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Anyone else here a fan of mixing up random genres of music with things like news reports or nature sounds and other stuff into an insane meaningless mash to be blasted into your ears and just listening to that for hours as you work?
Meaningless clusterfucks of static noise.
This is the only acceptable way to listen to sounds when you are a nihilistic edgelord like me.
Check out the visible aura around the edge of this hand btw.
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Lets have an open and honest discussion on lesbians.
Media and porn aside lesbians are just women with mental issues that are unattractive and/or can't get a guy.
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my cat is sad.
no one else in his family is a cat
we are all human except for him
he is excluded from most things
and no one tells him why
he just wants to play
and be loved
looks at us with wonder
and disappointment
he says hello i am a cat what is my existence
what is that / why it and not me / please can you look at me and love me too
can I have some of your food please im sorry I don't like my food so much
do you want to play with my toys? this one is my favorite
do you like me
are we brothers
why didn't I grow up
why am I so small
can you help me be happy
where are you going
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Anonymous (ID: BjG+UYXa) 06/26/14(Thu)21:54:30 No.553321436▶
>>553320695 (OP)
Post her tits already nigger I dont have time for this
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Is being an Infantry soldier edgy?
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Is a knife to the eye esoteric?
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>tfw taking DDOSing 4chan
join me brothers
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ITT we make green text stories of school shootings, spree shootings and other fun massacres involving guns!
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Is being so fat you start decomposing before death edgy?
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Concentrating certain anti-social elements is a doctrine often neglected in modern National Socialism. Why is this? We can only suspect it is due to the inherent softness that modern life entails. Not only are concentration camps morally justified but indeed they are essential to any well adjusted society. Concentrating certain elements of society such as homosexuals, feminists, Jews, etc. is indeed necessary to stop their disease from spreading.
Forced labour camps in particular are an aspect that is not given due justice. Consider a do-nothing Jew, all these rats do is spread lies and propagate doctrines antithetical to the Aryan Western soul. Only degenerates worry about the affects of secret police, human right violations, etc. Torture in particular is an area that is neglected and frowned upon. However, do not certain elements of society deserve to suffer? Like they have made us suffer. In particular the modern liberal whose whining and bemoaning keeps us from obtaining that Faustian society we Aryans deserve.
A lack of discipline will make anyone soft as everyone is then free to believe what they want and do as they please. There is no syngery in this sort of society. No working together towards a common higher goal. Instead all one is subject to is rampant individualism. Which is indeed different from personal accomplishment. You are accomplished when you submit your will to that of your kindred blood. Anything else is a subhuman and totally mundane life.
When someone works against the will of the folk and that higher will of the Cosmic being then they deserve to be corrected and punished. They will have been misguided either by their own egos, and latent often socially engineered weaker personalities.Hence, a forced labour camp or other correctional centre which is aligned to the higher powers will re-direct these individuals to the true will of the Cosmos. As well as provide much needed labour and assistance in matters that a true National Socialist or Totalitarian Fascist society will need. It goes without saying that keeping elements that are against Nature, and against the higher purpose of things contained from spreading their poisonous doctrines and forced to aid a more noble calling is morally justified and what’s more necessary.
Hence, the saying “Work Will Set You Free” is indeed one of the most noble and correct statements around. Because unless these weeds are dealt with they will poison everything and they are poisoning everything. So let’s hear it for concentration camps!
Alex Brown – Iron Youth Party of North America
http://ironyouthparty.wordpress.com/2014/02/20/why-concentration-camps-are-right/
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Are you edgy enough to watch the whole video?
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Humanity is fucking despicable and played out, I don't even feel like putting the energy into listing all my complaints and I feel the utmost sympathy for serial killers
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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
A pretty, busty woman in a blouse and skirt is asleep at a bus stop. Her blouse is undone a little. Do you rub her breasts and panty and fuck her ?
You: no
Stranger: No.
You: im not into women
Stranger: That's called rape.
You: well
You: technically shes asking for it
Stranger: No she's fucking not.
You: then why fall asleep in public in such a fashion
Stranger: Because insomnia is a thing? As is narcolepsy? As is general exhaustion?
You: but her manner of dress
You: its not modest
You: so it tells me she wants to have sex
Stranger: It's this incredible thing called wearing what you fucking want.
Stranger: The only time a woman wants to have sex is if she says "I want to have sex".
Stranger: Same goes for men.
You: it doesnt work that way
Stranger: Yes it does.
You: why do you think many nations prohibit certain clothing in public
Stranger: Because people are fucking prudes because of Westernization and Christianity.
You: thats an interesting way to put it seeing as western/christian nations have this problem
Stranger: If you think it's okay to rape someone because of what they are wearing, you are either a rapist or a rape apologist and therefore a disgusting person.
You: im not a rape apologist
Stranger: Yes you are.
Stranger: You're doing it right now.
You: i'm just saying certain clothing and getting into compromising situations means you want raped
Stranger: By defending a rapist by saying "Oh, but she must have wanted to have sex, look at what she was wearing", you are being a rape apologist.
You: im not defending rapists
You: they shouldnt do such acts
You: but i certainly dont sypathise with the victims
Stranger: You can't WANT to be raped, you fucking dumbass. Literally the definition is that it's non-consensual.
You: but studies show most females enjoy rape
Stranger: NO
Stranger: No they fucking do not.
You: and fantasise about it
You: and if they dress in a certain way
You: well…
Stranger: No they do not, those studies were discredited YEARS ago.
You: i think if women didn't like rape they would vote for laws regarding dress codes and not be irresponsible in public
Stranger: Those were studies based off of small, predefined control groups using poorly-worded questions.
Stranger: OR
Stranger: OR
Stranger: Let's blame RAPISTS for RAPING PEOPLE
You: its not entirely their fault
Stranger: Rather than VICTIMS for GETTING RAPED
Stranger: IT IS ENTIRELY THEIR FAULT YOU USELESS PIECE OF TRASH.
Stranger: IF I STABBED YOU IN THE THROAT RIGHT NOW AND SAID "WELL YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT BY BEING A COLOSSAL DOUCHE", WOULD THAT BE OKAY?
Stranger: NO
Stranger: IT FUCKING WOULD NOT.
You: thats not even on the same level
Stranger: YOU'RE RIGHT
Stranger: RAPE IS ON A MUCH HIGHER LEVEL.
You: how
You: its very overrated as a crime
Stranger: BECAUSE YOU DESTROY THE PERSON'S LIFE, BUT THEY STILL HAVE TO FUCKING LIVE IT.
You: its not even that big of a deal
Stranger: YOU ABSOLUTE TWAT.
Stranger: YOU ARE LITERALLY THE SCUM OF THE FUCKING EARTH.
You: how do you figure
Stranger: YOU ARE A RAPE APOLOGIST AND ARE MINIMIZING ONE OF HE MOST TRAUMATIC THINGS A HUMAN BEING CAN SUFFER.
Stranger: YOU ARE PATHETIC AND WORTHLESS.
You: i would think murder is far worse
Stranger: THEN KILL YOURSELF AND SEE HOW YOU FEEL AFTER.
Stranger: OH WAIT, YOU CAN'T
Stranger: YOU'RE DEAD
You: lets not base our opinions on what Lifetime thinks about a small almost victimless crime
Stranger: VICTIMLESS?
Stranger: ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED, OR DID SOMEONE HIT YOU WITH A VERY LARGE BRICK?
You: no
Stranger: IF THE LATTER, THEY SHOULD HIT YOU HARDER NEXT TIME.
Stranger: BECAUSE YOU ARE SCUM.
You: why are you so violent
You: you are worse than a rapist
Stranger: YOU ARE WORSE THAN A RAPIST.
Stranger: YOU ARE THE PIECE OF SHIT THAT GETS UP IN COURT AND STOPS THEM FROM BEING PUT AWAY.
You: true
Stranger: I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A FUCKING BUS YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT.
Stranger has disconnected.
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How do I sharpen my edges?
Also, should we advertise this board to other edgy websites? What are some edgy websites?
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I wish I could wear something like this all day.
Sadly I'm male and this anti-ninja society will never let me become the anonymous ninja I've always wanted to be ;_;.
What do?
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I'm a sociopath. You fuckers know what that means? I'm superior. I'm the master of edge. I snitched on my coke dealer and he was arrested he deserved it. I also hate pedophiles. I'm reporting this whole website to the police because of you sick fucks.
I am a snitch. And a very handsome one.
Enjoy your prison ass rapes you fucks.
Here's my picture. I don't give a fuck I go to Western University and take writing. I am an expert film maker: special effects, production, etc.
I make documentaries about racists like you scum.
I'm the most psychopathic.
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Today I can not feel anything and this is really… blank.
I don't like this.
It's like I've been cut off from my emotions and I can't feel angry, sad, or happy at all.
I've also had my mind blanked out 3 or 4 times now with massive amounts of memory purged so I have no idea what happened in those moments hours where my memories got purged.
Furthermore I can't sleep at all, I am perpetually awake.
It's like part of my mind is gone or inaccessible to me right now.
How do I get it back and start FEELING again?
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"I want to be able to use a woman whenever and however I want. And when I'm tired or bored or not interested, I simply want to put her away, lock her up in [her cell], get her out of my sight, out of my life."
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Question to discuss:
Create you own story, scene, and dialogue go!
You: ok
Stranger: alright
You: me or you?
Stranger: you say something and ill add one
Stranger: on*
You: ok
You: its a bright and sunny day as i arrive at her house
Stranger: I had a hood draped over the front of my face and a loaded gun in my back pocket
You: jesus fuck
Stranger: i said as i realized i forgot my duct tape
You: well i see im story writing with /b/
Stranger: :)
Stranger: keep going keep going
You: i dont want a rape fantasy
Stranger: he mumbled to himself
Stranger: "I NEED one," he continued
You: i truely need help and i pulled out my mobile and phoned the police turning myself in before something bad happened
Stranger: But realized how silly of an idea that was, so I bolted into her house before they could catch me outside.
You: i pulled out my handgun and checked that is was loaded, time to an hero i said as i painted the walls with my brain
Stranger: I shook my head and silently laughed at the delusions playing out in my head. I turned and crept up the stairs to find my prey.
You: i steped on a sqeeky toy and suddenly heard a german sheppard barking and running towards me oh fuck i said as it attacked me
Stranger: I reached into my pocket out of desperation, only to find a paper clip I had previously left there. I fumbled it out of my pocket and jabbed it into the dog's eye, spraying myself in its crimson blood, its yelps and whines echoing through my ears.
You: by then i herd voices and a shotgun being racked, oh fuck i really did it this time then out steps her father and he aims the gun at my face and fires
Stranger: I rolled onto my stomach just in time, shotgun bursts scathing my cheek and scalp. I reached my foot out and slammed his knee cap in, immobilizing him and leaving him in shock waves of pain. I continued down the hallway to her room.
You: once i got to her room i noticed the window was open and the room was empty, i hear loud sirens out side and blue lights flash through the window
Stranger: Just as I turned to make my exit, I hear the slightest of movements coming from the closet. I throw the doors open to find panic ridden, wide eyes staring back at me. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out, sprawling her across the floor.
You: she says please don't then suddenly in burst 2 policemen, you're going to jail to get raped by niggers! Suddenly i feel batons and maglites hit my body before going unconcious
Stranger: I shake myself out of it before the my body submerges into darkness. Still holding onto the girl, I bring the gun to her neck and challenge to police to come near me. I walk out of the room safely.
Stranger: the police***
You: a .40 hydrashok hits me right between the eyes
You: the end!
Stranger: are you dumb lol they wouldn't attack the criminal if he has a hostage
Stranger: let me rewrite the ending for you
Stranger: shhh
You: id rather u not
Stranger: i'm doing it so ya best listen
Stranger: I make my getaway, the girl trembling in fear in the passenger seat of the car I was given due to my hostage. Later that night, I take her to an abandoned wearhouse, where I bound her up to the walls in extension cords and shoelaces. I gripped a scalpel in hand as I leaned towards the side of her face. I dragged the scalpel across her jawline and grinned as she broke out in a cold sweat. I turned to look her dead in the eyes and whispered, "Lol jk."
Stranger: the end
You: ok
Stranger: happy
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Why are people afraid of pain?
There's a lot of people that are intimidated by the possibility of feeling pain.
Heck even minor things like cold air or rain and stuff like that bothers some people.
I really don't understand it.
Also a lot of people actually use pain as an excuse not to an hero.
To me pain is nothing. I be beaten, scraped, stabbed, etc. and it doesn't really bother me.
Absolutely nobody could ever use pain as a means of punishment or to control my behaviour.
So why do some people see it as an effective means to control the behaviour of a child for example?
What is it with people and avoiding pain?
I mean I understand that damage happening to the body isn't all that good and you want to avoid damaging your body… but the actual pain part don't bother me a bit.
I really am not afraid though of any of it. Starving, beatings, whatever there is no way for someone to succeed in getting their way with me through those means. They'd have to psychologically manipulate me or have control over my possessions or finances or something, that's the only way.
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I was looking at the stickied rules and I got to wondering. How close can we get to the limits on Rule 1 without breaking it?
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“Three things are better when you beat them: your drum, your dog, and your wife”
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List all the reasons you want to an hero for.
>no friends
>forever alone, permavirgin
>practically trapped in a shitty house
>due to being alone for so long i have anxiety
>slowly getting schizophrenia
>can't look at any pictures of anyone anymore because it reminds you that you will never have friends nor have sex
>accused of EVERYTHING, like recently i got accused of molesting somebody i don't really go around (i don't go around anyone) and now can't be near anyone for quite a while, so more reasons i won't have anybody to talk to
>i'm always the target because i'm small and just laugh everything off
>due to laughing everything off and storing all the other shit inside, weird depression where i'll start crying and wad up on my bed for no reason
>for every person i meet, there's always a reason they can't hang out with me, ever
>before all this you made yourself look like an ass so nobody cares
>millions more
>what the fuck do i do
What about you, /edgy/?
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Is it just me or is the GNAA too politically correct nowadays?
I think we need a new gaynigger organisation that advocates rights for gay African men that like little white bois.
Any ideas of a name for such an ASSociation?
The motto could be big black dicks for little white boys!
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It was in the darkest hours of a long, hot and humid summer night during which Haeland, dressed in all black clothes, from head-to-foot, departed his more-than-somewhat dilapidated trailer-home, armed with a razor-sharp Austrian Glock combat knife, to seek his chosen prey amongst the local flora and fauna. He knew that Daffyd’s wife, a decrepit specimen in all respects, even in her late-thirties, would be in repine upon her back-porch, lit only with the electrical blue-glow of the insect-repellant light and, no doubt, well into her cups – Bud Light and Crown Royal being her poison of choice.
He had made his mind up, years ago to the day, to extract her from the pathetic mortal coil she inhabited, brutally so, for the smallest of slights to his personage. Haeland was one who was intrinsically tied to the area in every fashion, a sensitive, if somewhat bizarre man, who felt deeply the ebbs and tides of the natural world around him. He had long decided that those who upset the balance of such natural tides – especially those close to his own personal area – must and should be dealt with without mercy and utilizing the strongest possible measures.
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>be me
>walking to gas station listening to edgy music at full volume
>see a dead frog with his brains spilled out on the street, fresh roadkill
>didn't know normalfags were behind me so I said out loud "damn i wish i had a camera to show my friends" (referring to /edgy/, it's not like I'm gonna say "Oh boy I can't wait to post this on
https://freedomboard.kirara.ca
!"
>normalshits get uncomfortable, they walk past the frog and they puked
>i look over my shoulder at them, i was laughing at his death but they were like "aww" "poor thing" and start gagging even
One day I will have camera to post all the roadkill I find. Even skulls and things I find from deer.
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No matter how many people you kill the world will repopulate the amount you kiled times ten in a matter of seconds.
No matter how hard you try your kills will be replaced with more people, and possibly law changes to prevent what you did.
Therefore all murder is USELESS. We need to exterminate the entire fucking world in ordrr to make a difference and make history. Then when it is just us aryan folks we can repopulate eventually the entire world (althought that'd be inbreeding so we need several White families) for a white man's world rid of jews, muds, pacifists, feminists and we can live happily ever after. We'll be the real Cthuhlu spreading pain and misery all over the world.
But how would one go about doing this? You can't. The only way out is death, when you go to the astral and be free from everything.
Stop worrying about murder as it is worthless, change yourself first and make your way into the astral. Maybe once you know you're going to the astral when you die you can go out in a blaze of glory for the lulz but other than that murder is pointless.
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Have a happy birthday, Uncle Adolf.
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In a 1991 interview, Kuklinski recalled one of the few murders he later regretted committing:
"It was a man and he was begging, and pleading, and praying, I guess. And he was, 'Please, God, no', all over the place. So I told him he could have a half an hour to pray to God and if God could come down and change the circumstances, he'd have that time. But God never showed up and he never changed the circumstances and that was that."
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What was the /edgy/est thing you've ever done? Mine was dissecting (with my bare hands) a fish I cought with my bare hands. I know I'm nowhere you guys.
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friendly reminder that your admin cant spell
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Beneath the civilized veneer, man remains the supreme predator. Cursed with what he believes is understanding, his true soul blossoms godlike in the heart of the nuclear inferno.
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Anyone got that MEME of the edgy guy like pic related? Requesting Edgy Man dump.
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DIABLERO
DIABLERO: from Spanish: diablo, devil — a sorcerer connoting a sense of evilness; usually with the ability to shapeshift.
Carlos Castaneda is perhaps the foremost, or at least the most well known example of a person whose indoctrination process or apprenticeship, it has been said, was guided by a shaman-sorcerer influenced by a Diablero. Castaneda's teacher has been described in several books by the writer as being a Yaqui named Don Juan Matus who learned his art under the direct auspices of a Diablero. The following is how Castaneda presents it in his first book, THE TEACHINGS OF DON JUAN: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge (1968):
"At first I saw Don Juan simply as a rather peculiar man who knew a great deal about peyote and who spoke Spanish remarkably well. But the people with whom he lived believed that he had some sort of secret knowledge, that he was a brujo. The Spanish word brujo means, in English, medicine man, curer, witch, sorcerer. It connotes essentially a person who has extraordinary, and usually evil, powers."
"In describing his teacher, Don Juan used the word diablero. Later I learned that diablero is a term used only by the Sonoran Indians. It refers to an evil person who practises black sorcery and is capable of transforming himself into an animal - a bird, a dog, a coyote, or any other creature."
As the noted mystic, philosopher, scholar and cabbalist Abraham Isaac Kook (1865-1935) explains:
The basic principle guiding the sorcerer is an attempt to RECONCILE the opposing animalistic and divine aspects of man. The sorcerer's SOLUTION to this constant struggle is to SUPPRESS MAN'S DIVINE NATURE , allowing the base instincts to rise above and totally rule over the individual and society in general.
Evil is considered the direct opposite of that divine nature. Any attempt by anyone or anything, a spell caster, a witch, or sorcerer for example, to suppress that devine nature through the use of occult powers or any other means would thus then be viewed as a cohort, collaborator, or supporter of things evil — and the why behind the reason the word diablero, as a sorcerer, carries ahead of itself the connotation of a sense of evilness. A.I. Kook goes on to say the means the sorcerer uses to reach his goal are complex, and some may have inherent worth. Some parts of his knowledge could also be utilized for the good. Recognition of evil is awareness of the negative side of creation, which can grant greater understanding of the positive side.
Buddhism and Zen negates the whole concept by viewing the opposites of reconciliation and suppression, animalistic aspects and divine nature, good and evil as samsaric, or dualistic.
That is, for one to exist or be, the other has to exist or be, making their "existence" EMPTY because one side can not stand alone and just "be" without contrasting or bringing into play the existence of the other. Although somewhat more complicated, simply put, AS AN EXAMPLE, in a Zen sort of way, the phenomenon of hot and cold. Although hot and cold seem to be the opposite they are NOT separate, but actually fully integrated-interdefused aspects of the same single, non-dual phenomenon. It is not to say if you touch something hot you won't burn yourself, only that both are inter-related aspects of a single non-dual temperature spectrum. That is why both the boiling point of water and the freezing point of water can be found on the same thermometer. So saying, in comparing aspects, there would be no "need" to suppress or reconcile.
http://www.angelfire.com/electronic/awakening101/diablero.html
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This might be /edgy/ I dunno.
Anyone else here finds it fucking cool that are souls are in the position they are in?
I mean we grow up thinking everything is extremely mundane and boring and life is pretty much nothing and we just work until we die.
But then we take acid or something and reality pulls apart. We look up conspiracies and find out that we are being manipulated and everything we see is designed that way to make us believe we are nothing. Then all of this occult knowledge comes flooding in and we realize that there was an ancient city years ago where we had fucking magic powers and didn't give any fucks and we actually have these dormant powers inside us right now but forgot how to use them.
And so we are really infinite souls trapped in hellish dystopia but we've become the underground and have to fight against this great evil controlling us from dimensions we can't see but only a few know about it.
Yet, it's fucking cool because soon we'll be the ones having to teach people about this shit when things go down and ufos start appearing everywhere. Then we'll have all this knowledge and seem like wise sages or some shit and initiate people into the goddam magical reality that really is.
I dunno. People say our souls "chose" to be here, because this time is unlike any other. I have always felt that this place sucks balls and I would never choose to be here. But, sometimes I think maybe the reason I chose to be here is about to reveal itself.
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Sup /edgy/,
Remember back when you were a rebellious teen? Remember back when you were edgy for extra attention? Lets talk about that phase in our lives. What did you do in your edgyness, what did you wear, what did you read, what events lead you too losing your edges?
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This is a sort of training scheme I wish I could do with someone else…
>spend hours just taking a beating every day, the idea is to meditate a long while and enter trances and get beaten over & over & over until you can no longer get hurt by anything, soon you should be able to break sticks and then even more hard things all over me without it doing anything
>spend some more hours just yelling at each other and trying to piss each other off and play mind games, test of will and meant to make you psychologically tough
>various intense exercises and endurance feats every day
Final result should be a warrior who is practically invincible and can't be harmed by anything.
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I PRAY THAT THIS WHOLE WORLD BURNS AND ALL THE DEGENERATE FILTH, MONGRELS, AND RACE TRAITORS DIE!!
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Follow me.. theres a place
that will awaken.. the darkest
crevaces in your mind..
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VVM
Little girls ran around the circular room dressed in bright, flowery attire - the serpentine designs on their garments seeming to swirl and morph into varieties of diffuse, protean images as Wella sat, immobilized, strapped with leather thongs upon a large and gleaming black-painted chair in the center of the chamber, fastened with innumerable instruments of bondage upon that horrific throne, terror-forged within the most insane and blasphemous nether-regions of the astral plane.
He, himself, naked and thoroughly exposed - being most vilely penetrated from below with a strange apparatus and silenced from above with a translucent, seemingly living, rubber-coated restraint which covered his mouth and, through the auspices of a sinisterly-placed insert, prohibited him from hardly any movement in that region leaving him, to a markedly increasing degree, choking - choking on his very own spittle, incapable of draining in the natural fashion, thus, draining down his own throat, causing his chest to convulse as the fluid seeped down into the passages of his lungs in pain-filled spasms.
The eyes of the girls seemed to, increasingly, take on an inhuman appearance, widening and eyeing him, coyly, with the appearance of calves as they spun, faster and faster, in widdershins, through which his hallucinatory vision seemed to take on the shape of a non-differential stream of colors, shapes and brief ascertaining of individual figures, careening ever-faster in a left-ward circular fashion, blearingly and increasingly non-comprehensibly present in his most certainly incomprehensible state of bondage.
An explosion rent an opening in the space on the wall opposite of him and through that opening came a woman who both seemed old and young - brittle yet pliable - a crone and an untouched virgin all the same. A shapeshifter. Alternating her appearance between that of a human girl, that of a human (if transgressively so) old crone of a female, that of a faceless vinyl and leather-clad horror whose sex could not be readily ascertained by any human comprehension.
The being manifested drew from a thick and brutal belt a long, willowy, yet threateningly thick wand-shaped instrument and waved it in a quick, downwards, left-turning fashion in the direction of the rent from which she had entered. The rent closed. First, leaving a pulsating seeming scar then, a vague trace of structural damage and then, so quickly in fact, nothing at all. It turned, in its last, sexless manifestation, toward him, the clicking of its sadistic boots echoing ever and yet ever closer towards him in his bound domicile.
With a slow and predatory gesture she lowered the wand to his naked core, pressing upon the area of his solar plexus. His own physical, life-blood, flowed, in reverse current, out from his veins, draining from his heart, into the instrument of torture which she wielded and, as the draining commenced, he could feel and see with sickening observation his veins collapsing and blackening, the path of collapse spreading out from his solar plexus toward the extremities of his body.
The entity lifted its wand-shaped instrument and swirling, crimson-colored filaments could be seen dancing upon its tip - the shaft of which seemed to gleam with an overly full, overly sensual texture, being filled with his living essence, prior to replacing it into the slot on its belt. From the area where the little girls were dancing, now appearing as simply a dangerous swirling mass of blurring colors, came the sound of thousands upon hundreds-of-thousands of layered and diverse voices. Some deep, commanding, exhorting - some screaming, hideous, insane - some pleading, crying, begging for recourse and others simply giggling, screeching with a blasphemous and horrid glee.
Wella felt the chamber begin to fill increasingly with the unmistakable scent of expanding ozone, like one would smell when standing upon an open field as formidable thunderstorms approached. Both inserts penetrating him from above and below began to enlarge themselves upon telepathic command of the entity before him, pushing him toward an ever increased state of violation. The myriad restraints holding him, tightened.
The vinyl and leather-clad horror pointed with a long gloved finger toward the swirling mass and spoke in a non-gendered robotic voice yet filled with cunning.
“Those are the ones that you summoned in the ritual - the ones that you desired to enter you through invocation. Now you shall experience the breakthrough which you have so long sought.”
A snap of her fingers and the swirling entities in their circular composition began to close in upon the area where he sat immobile upon his throne of torment as the inserts began to move further and further inward, causing blazing and mind-shattering pain along with the burning sensation of his now collapsed-veins, spread like worthless black tributaries of a dark sea across his physical frame.
The entity before him began to levitate into the air, above and beyond the swirling mass of entities bent on permanent intrusion and, for a moment, in a lightning-flash of acute clarity, he could see himself outside of himself in his genuine stature as he now existed - a starved, emaciated and naked being - alone - lying, in fetal position, in a small metal cage on a strange, remote and alien planet millions of universes away - a vast black and star-filled sky threatening from above and an oxygen-deprived harsh and alien atmosphere oppressing him from all around. That was all that remained of his old self, his root identity before the split - what now inhabited his physical body and the comportment of the same was yet to be seen, however, from the nature of the entities who now intruded, the insightful should begin to come to certain conclusions.
- Tempel ov Blood
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FUCK CITIES (AND SUBURBS TOO)
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I want nothing to do with this body. I want nothing to do with material world, or any of its so-called pleasures. My Lord, please make me an instrument of your WRATH. Burn down this cosmic scheme and bring it to an end.
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>freedom of speech fuck yeah
In January the Satanic Temple announced plans to erect a monument glorifying the Dark Lord on the front lawn of the Oklahoma Statehouse. An Indiegogo campaign was launched with what seemed like a somewhat lofty goal of $20,000, but by the time donations ended almost $30,000 had been raised. Now an artist trained in classical sculpture is toiling away in New York, crafting a Baphomet figure sitting beneath a pentagram and flanked by two children gazing upward in loyalty. When it is finished, it will be cast in bronze and, the Satanists hope, eventually displayed in Oklahoma.
The statue is a direct response to the state's installation of a Ten Commandments monument outside the Capitol in 2012. State Representative Mike Ritze paid for the controversial statue with his own money, and therefore it was considered a donation and OK to place on government property. Following that line of reasoning, the Satanic Temple submitted a formal application for their monument.
>buthurting the majority of your country
>bonus points for "fink of the children!"
If this passes it would be a victory for edgyness.
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Does anyone else realize just what sadfucks many New Agers are underneath?
I mean think about this – what kind of people get so fucking obsessed about happiness and maintaining positive mindsets that they develop a whole ideology around it?
Really fucking depressed people.
Not that all really sad depressed fucks are that way… but man.
Even the Michael Talbot lectures mention this and so do a lot of people but many of these fucks involved in New Age are a seething pile of edginess underneath all the fake happy crap they put on.
It's kind of disturbing really.
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When I am depressed only homicidal fantasies can cheer me up. I was suicidal tonight until I thought of strangling a little girl in front of her parents. Cheered me up.
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Step through the door, read this.
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Who is your /edgy/ idol? Pic related
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Edgy comments you've made on various sites screencaps thread.
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SURRENDER
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This morning I telepathically received a name. I didn't know what it was but I looked it up. The name in question is: Jeffry Dahmer
Looking him up I find this.
>Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer (May 21, 1960 – November 28, 1994), also known as the Milwaukee Cannibal, was an American serial killer and sex offender, who committed the rape, murder and dismemberment of 17 men and boys between 1978 and 1991, with many of his later murders also involving necrophilia, cannibalism and the permanent preservation of body parts—typically all or part of the skeletal structure.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeffrey_Dahmer
What is your speculation as to WHY I am receiving a name like this in the morning out of nowhere? Just out of fucking nowhere this name came to me, and I'm thinking, who is Jeffrey Dahmer? I was thinking it would just be some television personality and that the guy would be British. Didn't expect a serial killer.
Could be this be part of some kind of programming scheme someone is running? Why does some entity want me to know about this guy?
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I need a big board to write on (don't have), some rope (have it already), a decent marker to write on the board (probably one around), and a good message because I'm thinking of hanging myself in a public place and putting some words on the sign.
I want it to be something very meaningful and absurd, something that is going to shatter minds.
Maybe "Fuck The Demiurge", "Fuck Physicality", "BRB Astral"?
I'm about done with this struggle. My body is failing me, I seem to be developing some serious health problems, and it's preventing me from progressing any further in life.
Pic related would be me. I'd stream this if I knew how and had a webcam but I don't so a public area will have to do instead.
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This thread is too edgy for /comic/, posting here
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Everything's fucked up. No regard for the worth, of another human's life, no morals, no respect, no honour. The world has a population of around 7 billion, if 5 billion were to die tommorow, the Blacks, the Muslims, the Chinese,the Scum of the earth, the non white human race, would that solve everything? Lets say you decide that yes, it would solve all the problems of this earth, let me ask you, would you be able to do it. To disregard your fellow man, to kill another human being simply because you can't stand the colour of their skin, or the beliefs they hold, or the language they speak, would you be able to do it? One man did decide he'd be able to do it, guess what happened to him, he committed suicide in 1945 after one of the darkest midst of human history,WWII. Everyone is cocooned in their little perfect idea of how the world should be. No matter what injustices take place in this world, the people responsible end up somehow, someday, paying for their crimes. If you believe in God or not, all we can do is hope or pray that there's still hope for humanity.
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Hypothetically what is the best demographic to target in order to get away with say an escalating torture, murder and then cannibalism.
Stalking someone down is more "sportsman"-like. But prostitutes and other assorted gutter trash seems the time-honored tradition for the human predator.
I really am joyful thinking of murder and it's the only real thing which cheers me up.
Any suggestions? Only thing holding me back is getting caught or having my perfect fantasy botched.
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