Epstein info with links
Little Rants
Re: Little Rants
I have an issue with people who pretend to be Christian (and when their basis for belief is largely confronted as confabulations and lies by people who probably use religion to gaslight and control people with their trollish antics) will blare the garbage music as if opening a hermetically sealed bathroom where they just took the largest turd dump of all time and didn't have an evac fan handy for the ocassion/convenience for others, indifferent to how it offends others (equally so, they lack theory of mind enough to the point as if they are the only person in the universe; even going to the level of causing C-PTSD while growing up in part from them leaving the bathroom door open even in common walk areas, and then raising their voice to say to give them privacy, and seemingly unable to piece the two ideas of closing the door for that vs blaming other people for their "bowel problem." Seemingly throughout their presence you hear gutteral noises that seem preventable with some basic self-awareness of their olfactory senses and understanding of personal boundaries.
It dawned on me that a lot of these antics are a reflection of how they want to be seen, vs how they actually are as a person.
How Do Narcissists Interpret Music to Reflect Their Self-Importance and Identity
https://theindiespiritualist.com/how-do ... et-dmusic/
It would explain similar behavior, such as turning off a light in a room you are still in and doing it throughout my life, as well as very evident toxic-ass scapegoating while favoring another sibling who they had significantly less of a negative impact; as though locking me in a closet while they did their makeup, and showing complete indifference to a dog and lying about how they ate earlier when the exact same food I put in a bowl from earlier was still present (and they don't like to be seen as weak and their mind is so shit for brains, they they can't ever "face the (fucking!) music." It's like you almost need to take the giant turd they left and rub their face in it.
And this shit also is one of many "gifts that keep on giving" from growing up around narcissists like that, who seemingly come from a long-line of intergenerational trauma-bonding with hyper-normalized, dysfunctional behavior.
Complex PTSD and High Blood Pressure: The Hidden Connection
https://neurolaunch.com/complex-ptsd-an ... -pressure/
Early narcissistic transference patterns: An exploratory single case study from the perspective of dialogical self theory
https://www.academia.edu/13182889/Early ... card=title
This is common crap that I've noticed with these people
It dawned on me that a lot of these antics are a reflection of how they want to be seen, vs how they actually are as a person.
How Do Narcissists Interpret Music to Reflect Their Self-Importance and Identity
https://theindiespiritualist.com/how-do ... et-dmusic/
It would explain similar behavior, such as turning off a light in a room you are still in and doing it throughout my life, as well as very evident toxic-ass scapegoating while favoring another sibling who they had significantly less of a negative impact; as though locking me in a closet while they did their makeup, and showing complete indifference to a dog and lying about how they ate earlier when the exact same food I put in a bowl from earlier was still present (and they don't like to be seen as weak and their mind is so shit for brains, they they can't ever "face the (fucking!) music." It's like you almost need to take the giant turd they left and rub their face in it.
And this shit also is one of many "gifts that keep on giving" from growing up around narcissists like that, who seemingly come from a long-line of intergenerational trauma-bonding with hyper-normalized, dysfunctional behavior.
Complex PTSD and High Blood Pressure: The Hidden Connection
https://neurolaunch.com/complex-ptsd-an ... -pressure/
Early narcissistic transference patterns: An exploratory single case study from the perspective of dialogical self theory
https://www.academia.edu/13182889/Early ... card=title
This is common crap that I've noticed with these people
Re: Little Rants
December 29, 2025
Disintegration
The talents of the past fall before the present,
Unbound by an endless string; plucked out,
Knotted into a ball, and forgotten.
We imagine recognition in forlorn of disposition,
Having reticence at the unknown.
“Yet again?”
A string plucked from eternity;
And eternity unstrung.
The world is the past,
And the past is broken.
A balance of scale, unbalanced.
“Never to be balanced; again?”
Windows are seen but never opened,
With walls that beseech, echoes in the mist.
Buildings are a pillory for our consciousness.
Never spoken, never grasped,
Our fingers cling to our own tufts of hair,
“Imagining people neither, there?”
When challenged by others,
We feign lack of recognition,
As an affront to ridicule, in abdication.
We neither understand ourselves or others,
Having conspired against those who pretend to.
“Believing that vanity is ignorance, of the status quo?”
Words of wisdom, sold on high,
Walled off reason, tossed on by.
We build ourselves up through lies,
Only to deny our true passions; we’d rather die,
Having told ourselves to rely on others.
“Never to be spoken to, yet again?”
Never to believe that we are broken,
Having to pretend that we know better.
We exist tangentially in the moment,
Constructing echoes of moments,
That don’t belong to us; existing to someone else.
“Having forgotten to exist in the present?”
Having forgotten, to believe we were wrong,
For believing, that other’s knew better than they do.
Having sacrificed our own existence,
Short-lived in a moment that may never have existed.
We only imagined it for our own sake.
“Sacrificed our most prized possession, of ourselves?”
For no one, other than ourselves, had any part in it.
No one gave us meaning other than what we allow ourselves.
We exist only through consciousness,
We exist only, through recognition of it.
If we die, we die because we allowed ourselves to not exist.
“Our memories are not our own, but our sacrifice?”
Having forgave ourselves, for our sacrifice,
Our memories become our own burden.
We exist because we choose to be remembered,
Even if we are forgotten; for choosing to exist,
We become manacled to our plight of indifference.
“Since inevitably, all is forgiven, if we are forgotten?”
We challenge ourselves only as far as we find purpose.
Our purpose is to be enslaved to a projected self.
The society we inhabit is a reflection of a microcosm.
We find meaning where there is none,
Having no alternative, other than to deny reality.
“So you believe you are a creator?”
I believe that I exist for a reason,
Even if that reason is not my choosing.
If a world exists only as a reflection of itself,
It has failed on the premise of perpetuating itself.
For the purpose of survival, we deny existence.
“You have become a shadow of all-knowing?”
To not know is to die a slow death, in agony,
Experiencing the kenopsia of static imprints,
Eroding any sense of identity ourselves,
Imparted through reveries of the past,
As if we had lived them, as someone else.
“Lost in reflections of ourselves, we impart meaning?”
Where none exists, we exist in spite of it,
Forgetting to exist in the moment, we deny ourselves.
Lost in the moment, we sacrifice whatever brevity,
Believing that suspending ourselves in that experience,
Is more redeeming than the admonishment of fate itself.
“Fatalism is the echo of inevitability.”
To pretend that the echo is not ourselves,
We chase ideas, and dreams, and stage them;
Not as our own but of others, as redemption,
As a proxy of how we ourselves matter,
Vicarious with desires of immortality.
We eschew with trivialities, and indifference.
Ryan Mathew Parr
Disintegration
The talents of the past fall before the present,
Unbound by an endless string; plucked out,
Knotted into a ball, and forgotten.
We imagine recognition in forlorn of disposition,
Having reticence at the unknown.
“Yet again?”
A string plucked from eternity;
And eternity unstrung.
The world is the past,
And the past is broken.
A balance of scale, unbalanced.
“Never to be balanced; again?”
Windows are seen but never opened,
With walls that beseech, echoes in the mist.
Buildings are a pillory for our consciousness.
Never spoken, never grasped,
Our fingers cling to our own tufts of hair,
“Imagining people neither, there?”
When challenged by others,
We feign lack of recognition,
As an affront to ridicule, in abdication.
We neither understand ourselves or others,
Having conspired against those who pretend to.
“Believing that vanity is ignorance, of the status quo?”
Words of wisdom, sold on high,
Walled off reason, tossed on by.
We build ourselves up through lies,
Only to deny our true passions; we’d rather die,
Having told ourselves to rely on others.
“Never to be spoken to, yet again?”
Never to believe that we are broken,
Having to pretend that we know better.
We exist tangentially in the moment,
Constructing echoes of moments,
That don’t belong to us; existing to someone else.
“Having forgotten to exist in the present?”
Having forgotten, to believe we were wrong,
For believing, that other’s knew better than they do.
Having sacrificed our own existence,
Short-lived in a moment that may never have existed.
We only imagined it for our own sake.
“Sacrificed our most prized possession, of ourselves?”
For no one, other than ourselves, had any part in it.
No one gave us meaning other than what we allow ourselves.
We exist only through consciousness,
We exist only, through recognition of it.
If we die, we die because we allowed ourselves to not exist.
“Our memories are not our own, but our sacrifice?”
Having forgave ourselves, for our sacrifice,
Our memories become our own burden.
We exist because we choose to be remembered,
Even if we are forgotten; for choosing to exist,
We become manacled to our plight of indifference.
“Since inevitably, all is forgiven, if we are forgotten?”
We challenge ourselves only as far as we find purpose.
Our purpose is to be enslaved to a projected self.
The society we inhabit is a reflection of a microcosm.
We find meaning where there is none,
Having no alternative, other than to deny reality.
“So you believe you are a creator?”
I believe that I exist for a reason,
Even if that reason is not my choosing.
If a world exists only as a reflection of itself,
It has failed on the premise of perpetuating itself.
For the purpose of survival, we deny existence.
“You have become a shadow of all-knowing?”
To not know is to die a slow death, in agony,
Experiencing the kenopsia of static imprints,
Eroding any sense of identity ourselves,
Imparted through reveries of the past,
As if we had lived them, as someone else.
“Lost in reflections of ourselves, we impart meaning?”
Where none exists, we exist in spite of it,
Forgetting to exist in the moment, we deny ourselves.
Lost in the moment, we sacrifice whatever brevity,
Believing that suspending ourselves in that experience,
Is more redeeming than the admonishment of fate itself.
“Fatalism is the echo of inevitability.”
To pretend that the echo is not ourselves,
We chase ideas, and dreams, and stage them;
Not as our own but of others, as redemption,
As a proxy of how we ourselves matter,
Vicarious with desires of immortality.
We eschew with trivialities, and indifference.
Ryan Mathew Parr
Re: Little Rants
Mark Cuban is a massive douche.
The Cycle and End of Love: An In-Depth Research Report on the Full Life Cycle Management, Environmental Recycling, and Trade-in Economy of High-Simulation Sex Dolls by 2025
https://www.elovedolls.com/blog/realist ... -2025.html
While thinking of MAGA and ICE and all the degenerate psychopaths: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1B2EfM87Jm/
I was reading a Medium article called, 'Why So Many Men Think They’re “Good Guys” When They’re Not' and it highlighted the plague of covert narcissism. It's as if people put on a "badge" or a "label" in which they identify with some memetic movement which they use to project themselves as being "good" because "they don't hold back."
Using a taboo word as their anthem "vindicates" themselves because it absolves them of being terrible people, while assuming other people are jealous or offended by who they are. It's somehow an acknowledgement of their "superiority," and consumer culture has become more a statement in relation to existing vicarious through a cultural shibboleth in which others are somehow irredeemably disconnected from, and therefore they linger on the precipice of being anathema from acceptable behavior "because they are enlightened," presumably?
By being outwardly horrible they believe they are free from criticism because they hadn't somehow done anything other than defenestrate with communal norms by which to be defined, since they then "wear it on the outside" like some badge of honor.
Medium article:
https://medium.com/whymen/why-so-many-m ... 4d84c1b954
The Cycle and End of Love: An In-Depth Research Report on the Full Life Cycle Management, Environmental Recycling, and Trade-in Economy of High-Simulation Sex Dolls by 2025
https://www.elovedolls.com/blog/realist ... -2025.html
While thinking of MAGA and ICE and all the degenerate psychopaths: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1B2EfM87Jm/
I was reading a Medium article called, 'Why So Many Men Think They’re “Good Guys” When They’re Not' and it highlighted the plague of covert narcissism. It's as if people put on a "badge" or a "label" in which they identify with some memetic movement which they use to project themselves as being "good" because "they don't hold back."
Using a taboo word as their anthem "vindicates" themselves because it absolves them of being terrible people, while assuming other people are jealous or offended by who they are. It's somehow an acknowledgement of their "superiority," and consumer culture has become more a statement in relation to existing vicarious through a cultural shibboleth in which others are somehow irredeemably disconnected from, and therefore they linger on the precipice of being anathema from acceptable behavior "because they are enlightened," presumably?
By being outwardly horrible they believe they are free from criticism because they hadn't somehow done anything other than defenestrate with communal norms by which to be defined, since they then "wear it on the outside" like some badge of honor.
Medium article:
https://medium.com/whymen/why-so-many-m ... 4d84c1b954