Those of us who were lower on the financial totem pole already went through what others are going through now. I remember in 2015 trying to find a place to live in Toronto — it was already crazy expensive then. Being self-employed, I couldn’t provide the kind of pay stub landlords demanded, so I was effectively locked out of the market.
I had to move away from all of my friends and family in order to afford to live. When I vented about this, the foolish monkeys of humanity did what they do best; gang up with the assumption of authority and reckoning to place all of the fault entirely on me.
I was right about everything. I was right about how expensive it was and that rent prices were a major problem. I was right about the reality that relationships and love were tied to economic status. I was criticized bitterly for calling out society on these two lies it tried so hard to cover up. Now that the situation has escalated to the point where the normies can’t deny it anymore, they’re on TikTok and other social media sounding the emergency alarm that something is wrong. Of course, it’s only acceptable to say this now because the normie alliance has agreed it’s reality.
I hold humanity in contempt for its hatred and abuse of the true artists and clairvoyants who brought this up years ago. All I have to say is: “It sucks, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it suck when you can’t see a future? Doesn’t it suck when you have to make realistic decisions and abandon dreams? Doesn’t it suck when you can’t even see a dream anymore because of it?” I faced that shit alone, and went on privately dreaming in isolation, and I think I did pretty well under those circumstances. I kept producing music and pulling myself out of all sorts of pits that appeared.
Now that it’s come for you, you can no longer defer the reality onto others and tell them their lack of relationships, their inability to find a place to comfortably live, or their financial problems are solely their fault. It’s pretty clear the game is rigged, just like I said all along.
I don’t give two shits if it crashes into the ground. I already crashed into the ground and lived to tell about it. I’ve already seen the death that awaits there. Good fucking luck. The abyss is a hard place to survive and recover. You will get zero sympathy and empathy from me. I dare say, part of my heart is now black because of dealing with you while at the same time trying to give what little I could back to the world after its wonderful treatment of me after my entrance here. I am now glad to see disorder and chaos, and secretly enjoy calamity in my heart.
Times up fuck face. This is, THE reckoning day. While the world crashes on you, I will be ejaculating, pissing, and shitting down from above, masturbating the penises of irate laughter. The day has finally come, where your face is buried in the very sewer that others before you had to face, and those same people you bitterly ridiculed. Now, we will be masturbating urine and feces down on you from above, and there is no recourse. It's game over for the little cock piglet. The same dick you used to fuck others, will come back around and do bum rush anal.