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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM WHAT THE FUCK https://t.co/JAHx7W5hJA pic.twitter.com/YJfObSKegd

— Gay-briel (@Ian_Gay_briel) May 14, 2024

More obesoid snede here

NPR talked about it

https://www.npr.org/2024/05/14/1250912188/honor-levy-my-first-book-short-stories-review

Here's a choice excerpt I randomly scrolled to in the epub

He felt like he was dying, smothered by xenoestrogenic alienation, forced domestication, a lowering of testosterone, depopulation, doom, the sun setting for the last time ever, a great ugliness, the end of history flashing before his eyes. Withered Wojak. Pink Wojak with bleeding eyes. </3. Cope or rope. He felt western civilization falling and bile rising in his throat, a microwaved McFlurry of remorse and half-digested animal proteins. He felt himself falling out of love. Falling to his knees in a Walmart. A poison arrow in his chest. MRNA mode. Blood of the Lernaean Hydra mode. Ow. Wow. Passions inflamed the middle layer of his heart's wall. Myocarditis. Oneitis. It's So Over, said his sinking swollen heart. The drywall called out to his fists. He punched the keyboard instead, kjbvkdesvdsbjvjkwbdvb jkldesblkdf. . . . Why would you ask that??? Ur a dumb slut . . . Just another whore. . . . . . . . . No. . . . . . No. . . . . . I said I wanted a tradwife not a tard wife . . . roastie . . . whore . . . I hate you . . . I hate you I hate you. Just before he hit send, it hit him, something sent from the beyond, a burning white light, a growing echo of music, the opening notes of MGMT's “Little Dark Age.” And then it began: images flashing, hyperspeed through his mind, the Intertwined Lovers of Valdaro skeletons in their Neolithic tomb, huddled face-to-face with their arms and legs intertwined in an eternal embrace, Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld, every pair of lovers ever intertwined in eternal embrace, Odysseus and Penelope, Eloise and Abelard, Adam and Eve, Bella and Edward. At ever-accelerating nightcore speed, he saw nights and days, battles and births, blood, so much blood, beating hearts, cells dividing, code being written, oceans rising, blooming flowers, dying crops, the great flood, continental drift, the universe expanding, poetry, pain, the big bang, empires rising and falling, the birth of his ancestors, the death of his great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren, all of the ends and the beginnings beginning and ending and beginning and ending and beginning and ending infinitely. He saw what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both. He saw a loop, a shining circle. He saw the way forward as he looked back. He hit the backspace button as he RETVRNed from this infinite space to his body, to his bedroom, to now. He understood now. No no i want you, he replied. Sorry for the late reply I was away from my keyboard. It wasn't a lie. He had been somewhere else. He wanted to reach through the black glass, through all the 0s and 1s, through the mess of wires under the ocean, through the cloud, to grab her, take her in his big gym arms and hold her, be one. He wanted her now as she was: messy and pure, bone of his bones, flesh of his flesh, this thing to be called woman. He'd reach through the wall before she hit it. He had to. It was a love story, it all was, everything is, and always has been.

Arguably /h/chudrama, but illegal immigration hasn't been framed as a chud thing since the orange man left office.

Anyways I have no idea what Adams exactly meant. All I know is he should run for President. Adams/Fetterman 2028

https://old.reddit.com/r/nyc/comments/1crzue9/eric_adams_suggests_migrants_could_fill_nycs/?sort=controversial

I’ve seen others post about this. So I tried it myself - YES it’s real, BAPHOMET

Mirror one of the images, and piece them together. Look closely

Then also flip that image upside down, look closely

Then also piece together on opposite sides, and look

0.00% this is coincidence pic.twitter.com/vWOpy7vU2x

— Jimmy Corsetti (@BrightInsight6) May 15, 2024

Last pic comes with a longpost:

!schizomaxxxers

My child who has always been the sweetest, kindest boy has fallen down the incel/misogynist rabbit hole @ 24. I honestly don't know what to do abt it either.

— Rachel Harville (@rach262003) May 14, 2024

Lol being 24 and ikwell posting at your mother is kind of cringe tho. !incels we aren't sending our best either

!atheists

!metashit