Author: Glyph

Nosferatu (2024) sums up the twisted feverish dream of every Pedophile/Narcissistic entity who has lost access to an immoral initial supply that escaped them into some semblance of normalcy.

By the child-victim re-pledging …fealty… and/or camaraderie to the beast that assaulted them as a child when they become an adult(under psychological distress no other attendant powers care about, usually)… the abuser believes he or she is is absolved of the depravity of the initial assault, a thought pattern usually buoyed by the enablers positioned around the abuser who benefit from the abuser being fed.

I have 12 minutes left of this movie. There are hints that Ellen understands what she must do… to free herself. A nd , spoiler- free, I truly hope Eggers has the balls to go there.

AS FOR THE PEDOS who balk this is not about a groomer and a child? Check their hard drives. The bitch LITERALLY SAYS “I was a CHILD.” Dumbasses.

… they’re trying a last ditch culture war psyop to galvanize fucks to fight for SOMETHING.

That’s the red push. For the record.

MORE dumb forced ‘reset’ attempt shit.

… Their asses are unable to get off on nobody bothering to fight back.

But what’s intriguing for me…is watching the men who love 🫦🤗🫦 fiiiiinnnaallly step up and have shit to fn say.

Yeah, they’re getting played by the Old Heads…

but it’s good to see’em roused and fulla consternation lol. Who knows where that can go.

It’s like they unconsciously KNOW this BS push is started by dumb men and they’ve finally had enough. Even though they probably aren’t even seeing it as such.

…Like they remember thru grandmothers slicked on red lipstick and got to work in factories while their granddads were off to war.

Lol 😆 mitochondria shooketh.

Whatever it takes to make yall motherfuckers to stop those motherfuckers like the fn men ya are I am fn here for.

close up of glossy red lipstick application
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Beta males loathe red lipstick 💄 because for millenia a red lip has signified some semblance of conscious autonomy. These limp mofos aren’t even pulling from experience. They’re pooling around the riotous memories of 80 yr old pedophilic Christians who valued at red showcasing a bitch was wise enough to know he was a paltry predator targeting kids. The incels have no experience with red lips. The pedo class is having night terrors of their targets waking up and are trying marketing plots. These syphilis of fuckers are going blind alongside the psychotic dementia and need a 🎯 their dimming eyes can still see.

.. That was the only growth spurt collateral damage that messed me up. I got too big for that bike and had to get a ten-speed. Cornflower blue. With regular tires😔. Still got the hades beat out of it but it wasn’t tha same.

I threw a tree branch into its BMX spokes to jack knife a fucker off it who’d grabbed it, thinking i was gonna chase after him crying as he spun the block, delirious on my damned bike, mocking me, my big brother sitting on the driveway pavement next to me, watching the shit. The second zoom, my brother said One thing to me:

“Get it Back.”

Casually. Cold. I shrugged, looked around, grabbed a branch from my neighbors yard and sat back down, conversating and ish. I knew I couldn’t…I better not run After Him…OR make my crazy-assed brother have to move a muscle to get my bike back. It was not that type of haus lol. Block, really. So somebody was gonna hafta die. It was so simple. Sweet, really. No discussion needed.

All the kids were outside. I yelled ‘give it back!’ ..as he was coming back around, which gave him wings, thinking he’d gotten a rise outta me. He hit our driveway line and turned to stick out his tongue as he was about to leave our driveway line. I winged the branch into the front spokes, happily intent on killing him, knowing my brother was gonna be 👏. He was taller than me too. Used to be a ‘doctor’ playmate lol. Went flying.

Because everybody knew I was crazy (technically? We alll were) and he’d literally S T O L E N my bike lol. In front of Everybody ( told ya… we were all fn crazy lol). He got no sympathy lol.

That was like 5th or 6th grade. He literally didn’t talk to me till senior year after that lolol.