#shipwreck #gold #treasure #SS_Central_America https://arstechnica.com/science/2024/08/natgeos-cursed-gold-documents-rise-and-fall-of-notorious-1980s-treasure-hunter/

I don't understand how somebody with a brain attack another without pause. Like I understand in terms of a fight that totally makes sense. I hate certain people and believe bothersome behavior should kill you. I like peace and I see nothing wrong with blunt murder if it is disturbed. Call me evil. In media, it is a fantasy but the old look was don't wake up vampires or touch tombs and shit and if you do you will be cursed, so obviously that person or vampire wants to be left alone. I'm in a mood and thinking about my life, I've had racial attacks since I was a little girl and it turned me silently racist. I have never blasted my hate across the internet like a Karen. I do want to but I don't. I mentally and physically do not like women of any color. I'm Misogyny. I'm a female African American woman and if I sum it all up, I really think certain women are too damn stupid to live and should die. I hate feminism. Like I can't get behind the transgender shit. I don't actually care. I don't lesbians like a girl has to be able to smell another. I don't get the pleasure in FXF sexual shit. I do understand a female calling another female pretty. It happens but some translate that as in I wanna fuck and that's not true. I especially that it's fake when women who have been sexually assaulted say, I'm gay now. That's not true. My dad is gay for the reason he like a nigga's face. And he's married to a woman and had like three to four other kids. I'm thankful and learned a lot. I just remember this lady came to my elementary and attacked my father because I said I don't believe in lesbians. And she had a mustache. I don't get it.

I'm convinced parking garages are haunted or cursed liminal spaces. First, we parked on the second floor and I took the stairs down because the elevator was broke. The stairs took me to the street. When I left the hospital, I walked the entire perimeter, inside and out, and couldn't find the same stairs or elevator. That being said, I started walking up the ramps, counting the floors on the way up. I counted 2 floors, couldn't find mom's car which was turned on because she was waiting in it. I called her, she honked he horn, it sounded like her car is miles away. I find the stairs again and begin the descent down so I could just meet her at the entrance of the garage. I went down two flights of stairs expecting to be on the ground level, only to see mom's car parked right outside the stairwell, turned on, back lights on. I somehow ended up on the 4th floor and completely passed her on my way up. I know damn well I didn't walk that far and I know I didn't pass her car. I would have seen it since it was the only one of its kind in the area. This isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened in parking garages and I'm genuinely starting to hate them because why tf does this dimensional hopping keep happening to me??

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Vampyrouss - "All Roads Lead To You" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal] Lyrics: The burden of days and the sprawling nights In the silence of solitude there is no place to hide From the past and its sins, the reflections within The ravaging tides of time leave me gnarled, indistinct The tolling bells of years gone by Echo in the distance every chime A shrill reminder of those once dulcet tones Such goodness wrenched away from these fragile bones But how the beaten organ can still sputter a pulse For those moments in the sun, the thrill of the hunt Oh spare me from nostalgia and her accursed front Which may rend me man again for a taste of this spell that is spun Around the cobwebbed coves of the darkest side Midst the dank dungeon dregs of a derelict mind Which sheathe my feats from the driving gale Make swift my end like those I once assailed Prey, we come closer with every breath Brought slowly back together by encroaching death The lurker in the shadows, sole victor of this game Set in motion by vengeance now recalled as shame The scapegoat still bleats I grind my jagged hooves Head hung low, drunk with power, bemused A mere pawn led to march in this terrible war Revenge a crueller mistress than ever accredited for... This hall of shame bears down on me As it crumbles from the inside out I can barely breathe It all begins to tumble down The edges blur And then the pain subsides I succumb to a sedated numbness Until the next time I choose to close my weary eyes The arrows turned, the swords repel I throw the flag And set sail for the end In flames I swear this sinking ship Will be dashed to the depths And never found Torture artist not my chosen nom de plume But this sordid desolation of my creation Holds to this unspeakable truth There is no place to flee, no haven There are no more roads to roam When all the paths inevitably Still lead back to You The musings of a madman on the edge Still reeling from the feeding of the basest needs My curse, this lover's pledge And so it ends, this embittered tale All the dragons slain, the piper paid Now doomed I walk alone On this scorched earth… Lyrics by Kazraine Maars. Music by Azrael Gexen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5vK9sWKgi4

The Kovenant said it... Immoral seduction, digital corruption Stand aside for the new world order Systematic, aristocratic Don't deceive yourself get out of the way We command and you obey Beautiful to be the joker Cursed by an all-to human future Things you cannot defeat you start to believe in New generations, synthetic nation https://youtu.be/7__kLRI6eqc