getting flash frozen
A new day, a new fear. That's how they keep you off balance. I for one welcome a new ice age (even if it means I only get to see it for a fraction of a second).
a couple of years ago, in an act of high comedy, I arrived on Zig Forums's doorstep because I was almost burnt out on years of reading about abrupt climate change/financial collapse and thought I'd give myself a fucking break from stressing out by sticking around this new place that seemed quite confusing until I twigged on using the catalogue. I've been online since the early 1990s and before that, bulletin boards, but I came to the chans very late in the piece. It still amazes me when I click on a link that takes me to a site with a long history and large numbers of active users and its literally the first time I've set eyes on the place.
I won't need to tell anyone who has spent longer than 5 minutes on Zig Forums just how fucking stupid I was to turn to this place for some rest and relaxation, this place is akin to using a bullet to remove a bad tooth. Well, it is relaxing because I get a lot of laughs but I've also shed tears of anger and frustration from time to time.
I also welcome the onset of an ice age that will likely do for most of us in the current timeline. Even though I hate the cold I think I hate it more when the temps are variable on a daily basis, it could be cold so I muffle up with a thermal and a thick jacket to walk the dogs in the hills and the big ball of shite peeks out from behind a cloud, incinerates me, disappears back behind a cloud and waits for the wind to dash itself against my exposed and sweaty neck to make me miserable. As long as the nape of my neck is warm an unexploded mortar round could bounce off my face and I wouldn't care but if I have a damp neck I can be turned into a puddle of soy by the merest of zephyrs. I've managed to sort that issue out to my satisfaction (a neck warmer for motorcyclists is perfect) but now I'm thinking about searching for battery-operated socks because once the neck is warm the toes go on strike. If I've managed to keep my neck and toes snug the head of my pecker gets cold and looks like it has frostbite. I can see this easily because my daft parents willingly offered me up for circumcision.
I was very lucky, I've seen the tragic photos of circumcisions gone wrong, whoever did mine had a steady hand that day. Some poor bastards look as if Albert Fish was their moile.
I was raised a Catholic, in light of the luciferian Pope, rampant pedophilia and jewish taint on White spirituality, I'm all at sea in knowing who I should be addressing when I pray. Of all the legits anons here, I reckon I'd be one of the stupidest but I also think my brain could handle apparitions or outrageous sights in the sky without closing down on me so the sooner they happen the better. Of everything I've read (lizards, Angels, Nibiru etc) the thing I have the hardest time believing (but won't be surprised if it turns out to be true) is the flat earth theory.
Life, in the absence of physical/emotional pain, is amazing, even faced with the evil machinations of others. I'd put up with the nonsense for a long, long time if I got to live an extended life on this planet.
