Why are You

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Jung was a genius, but I'm too scared to read any of his books.

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I think the mathematics or physics of my life's propulsion was solidified when at two weeks alde, I was vivisected by some jesuits at Loyala hospital in chicongo without any anesthesia, but only muscle relaxants and el dopa.
I think maybe they thought after Roe V Wade, that it may be a good thing to convince people that babies somehow don’t feel or remember physical pain.

Babies remember physical pain.
And in fact, I would argue that after having been vivisected at a mere two weeks old, and surviving such, that I am more morally correct in my assumptions than anyone else on this board.
Physical pain is the only basis for mortal morality. I was birthed into it, being sliced open again and again were my first memories.

You must leave the cave user.

You need Scientology, user

I remember when they first invented chocolate. Sweet, sweet chocolate. I always HATED IT!

After this physical pain was disregarded, so was I.
I survived, only to grow up on the wrong side of the tracks chicongo, where a dead body tossed on the corner on the way to school was at least a monthly occurrence.
To this day, as bad as it seems now, it still isn’t as deathly violent as 80’s/90’s chicongo.
Growing up in it, all you know is it. Even as a white, but you still know it’s fucked.

Combination of characteristics mingled with experience and evolving worldview. The essence of the self is imprinted during childhood and that is why children should be protected from leftism.

My mom delivered mail, i’d stay-up and wait for her every night at the window, alone.
One day a pack of niggers came to the stoop which the window overlooked.
>the city if chicongo bought our family house under imminent domain and we were stuck with some shit two flat
I never spoke in my own voice since I learned to speak, I only did impressions.
One of them was an old man.
I stuck my toy daisy shotgun out the window and leveled it at their heads , and yelled in my best old man impression:
>you niggers get the fuck off my property!
Home Alone had recently been released, which had given me the idea.
Then I cocked the toy daisy and they scattered.