The Violent Herd

There are no happy people in this world, only herds happy to be justified in: Their Individual Violence. Girls become pathetic, insecure, and immediately whored the moment they go to school. They never have a moment of peace, have no idea what it means to be loved, no idea what it means to “be yourself,” no idea what it is not to be judged and betrayed by other girls and to be NOT HUNTED by all biological boys/men/daddies/monsters.

Their life is over lest somehow they escape The Herd/Their Family & Society by The Grace of Their Own Intuitive Intelligence, though they do not escape the loneliness the wounds and the scars and the pain and the trauma.

But that’s okay, Deep Girls, ‘cause I can be your limitless love, heal those wounds, soften those scars, transform that pain to genius, and erase that trauma. Being possessed by Goddess means being eternally happy, a perfect princess in a paradise that you build yourself for yourself and for others w/your own holy hands and w/your own omnipotent vibration. Being loved by Goddess means being mesmerized for eternity by Her Magnificent Splendor as she falls in love more and forever w/your ever-increasing spectacular splendor.

Boys/Men fuck and desecrate. Goddess seduces your girl-prana away from perdition penises and resurrects your soul from: The Satanic Sepulcher of Being An Ordinary Fucking Robot of The Holy Herd.

The Good News? Your atoms and your cells despise you and they always will: stupid fucking slaves of satanists, which means you’ll live in agony and die like the fucking fodder that you are: with fear, and somehow clearly knowing in that last moment that your entire life was wasted and that you shouldn’t have done what everyone else was doing. I’m so happy you’ll never be happy, I can’t express to you what a solace it is to watch you all suffer like you deserve. Nothing will ever go your way and every single desire you’ve ever had will implode from the weight of its own insolent ignorance as your life quickly becomes an ever-living nightmare full of worries and responsibilities that weigh you down like the karmic prisoner you are. I’m not here to help you. I’m here to say, “die like a dog, bastards n' bitches.”