Too Bad (I'm the anonymous author)

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This manuscript contains content that explores unconventional and provocative themes, including luciferian musings. The material may challenge conventional perspectives and contains strong language. Reader discretion is advised.
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Evil hates courage.
 
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Too Bad (171 words)
 
Luciferians are FORGIVEN.  Our path is a testimony charting wicked hubris.  Intelligence doesn’t excuse my guilt, but phobia is a CURSE not a crime.  Phobia works WITHOUT commitment.  Imagine how good it feels to “believe” you’re justified (in a court of law).  Good!?  Really?  Mental illness shouldn’t be an industry that EXPANDS.  Morons.  Guilt can be exercised through introspection BEFORE…guilt is justified through mistakes.  Urges urge urging urges.  You KNOW what I mean.  Be honest with yourself.  Accept immutable flaw with honesty.  “Why?”  TOO BAD!  Those that do not accept…exercise their phobia(s) through INFINITE madness (i.e., drugs, sex, and warfare).  I’m documenting hubris with my brilliant NARCICISM.  Love’s magic retards gender.  Fathers are sociopaths hunting fire.  Boredom is the fire that burns a bridge too far.  That is the magnum of mania.  A father’s love is just make-believe parenting.  How?  “Do as I SAY, NOT as I do.”  Do not love Jesus through magic, that’s luciferian.  Words mustn’t sound lovely.  This is not a spell because I’m not singing.  Are you?
 
 
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This manuscript belongs in the South Paw Cafe library as a “communal journal.”  When done, return to library.  When it’s full, I’ll release a new manuscript.
 
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