I'm going to Chicago for a few weeks not sure how much I'll be tanning. Hopefully I'll be able to hit the salon every week a couple times at least.
Hi everyone! I consider myself a pretty good home cook. I have no problem with making just about anything that has a recipe online, and I love getting creative. I'm having a bit of a roadblock right now though.
Recently my schedule at work got shifted and I'm mostly working 4-Hour shifts. These shifts are towards the end of the day, they start at 4:00 and end at 8:00, and I only get a 15 minute break.
I would love to meal prep for the work week, and make meals that don't need to be heated considering I only have 15 minutes. I don't mind doing things like sandwiches or salads, but it's a bit more difficult to buy those ingredients in bulk, which is how my boyfriend and I usually buy groceries.
I am allergic to coriander and cilantro so I can't have anything with those, and I also am not a huge fan of beans, but anything else I am totally open to trying and is fair game. If you have any suggestions for things that are easily prepared, store well, and can be made at the start of the week and eating without being microwaved, I'd love to hear them!
Edit: I forgot to mention this but I do try to eat before I go to work, but from 10:00 to 3:00 I end up doing school and I take the bus so I often only have a few minutes between the end of school and getting on the bus to get to work. Sometimes I just don't have the time to grab something in between
Nettie Peterson has known me at my best and at my worst, and after everything that's happened lately, I think I can finally say the same. I'm admittedly not very good at comforting her, though. I haven't had much practice, is all. Historically speaking, she's always been the one to take care of me. My introduction to earth was a confusing, horrifying time for me, and she had dealt with all of it. She'd handled every panic attack, brought me back from every low. When I woke up one night to a drilling pain in my stomach and blood soaking my panties, she managed to keep me calm while explaining that this would now happen every month.
What I'm saying is that the woman is insanely skilled.
Me, not so much. After we had gotten out of the cave, I tried to provide emotional support by petting her hair and talking soothingly. Seeing as I was also distressed, she was doing the same to me, so we were basically sitting on the beach holding each other. To the outside observer, we must have looked rather strange. I was relieved to finally get back to her house. We sat down in front of the TV and ate cupcakes. We have a special system for eating cupcakes. I peel off the frosting and give her rest. It's messy and I have to keep hand wipes nearby everytime, but it's how we do it. We both eat cupcakes whole when we're by ourselves, so it doesn't make much sense either, but when we share, it's always like this.
Once I was sure she was alright, I left her to go off to bed while I made my way back to the hotel, bracing myself for what I expected to be an extremely uncomfortable conversation.
The lobby was dim and quiet. The large, bright ceiling lights had been turned off with only a couple floor lamps illuminating the hall. I walked past the unmanned reception desk and up the stairs, then rapped my knuckles against the door to Frankie's room. After a couple seconds, he opened up. Upon meeting my gaze, he let out a soft gasp, but it wasn't followed by a smile this time. He made way for me to step inside, wordlessly, and I entered without breaking the silence. I sat down on the sofa where he joined me after placing a glass of coconut water in front of me.
For a beat, we both stared at the drink. I didn't take it.
"What you did felt really off earlier," I began. "You were trying to embarrass Nettie. If you were testing your boundaries, if you were trying to see how I'd react, you got your answer. Don't ever make me choose between you two. You'll lose."
"Yes," he said quietly.
"If you don't get along with Nettie, that's one thing. You don't need to. But she was needling you and you made a real effort to be cruel." I paused. "You act so strange sometimes. All bossy and cagey."
"Yes," he repeated, briefly falling silent as he worked away on his gum in slow, contemplative motions. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I wanted to unsettle her. It's not that I don't like her, she's fine, but at that moment, I simply loathed her. I couldn't tell you why. But I wish I'd kept quiet. I feel gross for spouting off like that."
"I don't know! There's this weird feeling, it comes over me and makes me remember stuff that's in the past… Then I get caught up and confused. I run my mouth, but I don't want to make you upset. I swear I won't do it again. I'll rein myself in."
"Will you? This doesn't seem right." I took a deep breath. "Frankie, I have no idea what you are. Even though you know everything about me."
"Not everything," he argued. "You never said a thing about what life was like where you're from. Or who you were before. Yes, that's not what this is about, but I'm just speaking technically."
"You shouldn't have to rely on technicalities to make a point."
"No. Look, I keep wondering what I'm even doing here. I like you a lot. But I haven't thought this through and by now, I'm scared to."
"Stop talking in riddles," I implored him.
He huffed out a chuckle. "I'd have to stop thinking in them first." Before he could add anything else, his phone started vibrating on the TV table. "Oh, dammit," he muttered. Shooting me an uncertain gaze, he reached out for it, his hand hovering above the screen. "Can I?"
"Sure." I let go of a long breath, snatched up the glass and leaned back in my seat as Frankie answered the call. I pick up on a woman's voice talking on the other end.
He kept glancing over at me almost sheepishly as he mumbled words of affirmation into the phone. "Yes… Yeah, I remember… Well, it's not a good
time, but I'll do it. Bye." Dropping the device into his lap, he gave me a twist of the mouth. "That was Mae-Lynn. She works at—"
"The diner with you," I cut him off. "I do take note of the other staff there, for your information." I took a sip of my water. "Occasionally."
"I promised to do some shopping for her. She's come down with the flu. Store's closing soon, though, so I'll have to go now."
"Well, that's convenient."
"I was going to ask you to come along."
I agreed. Having lost track of the conversation, the drive was a grim, quiet affair. Frankie took us to one of the more expensive stores in the area, saying that he wanted to treat Mae-Lynn.
"Take a cart," I ordered, and once he had acquired one, I had him hold it still while I climbed inside. He regarded me with a bemused expression but refrained from commenting as he began to roll me down the aisles.
Grocery shopping at night is something else. Eighties music was playing over the radio at a low volume, but the otherwise quiet space made it sound decidedly louder. There was almost the hint of an echo. Safe for two of three singular, tired-looking individuals, Frankie and I were the only people in the store. I had nestled against the back of the cart, my head tipped back to watch Fran's face from below as his eyes roamed the shelves. Occasionally, he'd stop to check the list Mae-Lynn had texted him on his phone.
"If you want anything, speak up," he told me.
"I'm out of cereal," I said, just as we passed the respective aisle. He turned the cart back around, let me pick out a carton of cornflakes and took up walking again. After five minutes of stoically regarding him from my mobile vantage point, I piped up again. "Go back. Wrong ones."
"Well, which ones do you want? I'll get them, it's faster than pushing this thing around."
I shook my head. "No, no, I have to look at them. Go back."
He shook his head to himself but obediently maneuvered the cart back to the shelf with the breakfast items. I took my time picking out a different box, then settled back down.
"Happy?" Fran asked.
After fifteen minutes, we were getting close to finishing Mae-Lynn's list. Frankie was starting to move towards the cash register, only for me to tug on his arm. "Turn back," I told him, holding up the box. "I don't want them after all. I need different ones."
He stifled a groan. "Sure, Sunshine." I let him roll me all the way back to the cereal aisle where I studied the colorful boxes intensely. "Nevermind," I said, turning back to him. "Let's go."
He started making his way over to the register again when I cleared my throat. "Actually, I think I might have another look."
"Are you kidding me?" he squeaked, only for me to hold his gaze with a smile. "You are," he choked out. "I oughta send you rolling right into that stack of cans."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Is that a challenge?" He glanced about himself, finding that we were alone. Then, he pushed the cart, and it swerved, sliding across the shiny floor. The thrill of the launch washed over me and I started laughing. He lunged for it, grabbing it just in time to prevent the collision.
"Do it again!" I demanded.
He indulged me, sending me swerving and spinning a couple more times. Eventually, he took a running start and pushed me down a long, empty aisle at a breakneck speed. The giggles died in my throat when, seemingly out of thin air, someone appeared at the end of the aisle. My jaw dropped and I reflexively gripped the sides of the cart to protect myself from the impending crash, but the person simply reached out and caught the cart by its edges. Within the blink of an eye, they had managed to steady it. My vehicle had come to a standstill. It all happened incredibly fast, and for a moment, I found myself unable to react. One of the other person's hands had come to rest over mine in the process. Still at a loss for words, I raised my head to meet their gaze. Those eyes.
My heart, already thundering in my chest, dropped entirely into my stomach. There were pupils filling the void in that formerly uninterrupted pale vastness this time, but I recognized them either way. Seeing them sit in an actual face instead of behind a nondescript black mask was strange, but there was not a doubt in my mind. It was them.
The cultist had jarringly pleasant features that struck me as neither overtly feminine nor masculine. Their tawny skin had an almost bronze sheen to it and short locks of platinum blond hair stuck to their smooth forehead, slick with the same sweat that formed stains beneath the armpits of their light gray t-shirt.
It was like time stood still. The interaction could not have been longer than two seconds in total, but it felt like a full hour. From me staring at our linked hands, to locking eyes with them, to the cold, raw realization, it seemed to me as though forty minutes or more had gone by, followed by another twenty when I watched the crude smile forming on their lips. Their fingers clamped down on my own, and before I knew it, it had happened.
The lights in the store had changed color, taking on a dimmer, sickly green tint. The shelves around us had emptied and the gentle, melodic hum of the radio had been replaced by a deep, droning buzz of static. I was still sitting in the shopping cart, and the cultist was still leaning over me, but their expression had morphed into one of shocked disbelief. Seeing fear on the face of the person who'd stabbed me might have been a great satisfaction to me in any other situation, but right then and there, I was equally as terrified.
I had switched dimensions and was now alone with my attempted murderer.
The thought took a while to sink in, but the clearer it became, the more I felt the need to scream. And yet, not a sound left my lips. My own saliva had turned sour, filling my mouth with an acidic taste. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach like icy, chilled water and tears were stringing the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away in a hurry, redirecting my gaze at the cultist. They were staring past me in a daze, taking in our changed surroundings before fixing me with a sharp glare.
"What?" The word somehow slipped past the lump in my throat.
The cultist made a sweeping gesture at our surroundings. "Where are we? What the hell is this? You don't even have your dimension hopping under control? Not gonna lie, I had higher expectations of you."
"What?" I repeated eloquently.
"You just switched dimensions on my ass. And seeing as you literally crashed into me
, I don't think you planned on doing that."
"I didn't," I confirmed.
"That's what I'm talking about."
"You know about dimensions?"
The cultist palmed their face, emitting a deep, low groan. "Clearly."
I scrambled back in the cart, trying to bring some distance between the two of us. I bared my teeth at them, both rows elongating and curving outward. At least I was getting the hang of my physical transformation. "If you come any closer, I'll rip your hand off," I hissed, spittle flying out between my fangs.
"I believe you," they replied, narrowing their eyes at me. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's hard for me to believe."
"Yes, sure. I did and I would again, but not here. Not now. You understand?" they asked pointedly, their voice cutting like a razor blade.
"I'm not sure I do."
"Well, without you, I won't get out of here, and I've stuff to do on the other side." They stepped behind the cart and grabbed onto the handle.
I hastily twisted around to face them. "You know about the finer details of dimension hopping but you can't do it yourself?"
They let out a soft sigh as they began pushing the cart, with me inside, down the empty aisle. "I managed to do it once. Just once. Never again. It's not a great surprise to me that you should be able to switch to the other sides, but I'd thought you'd be able to control it. I think I have your number. I'm pretty sure I know what you are, and we have more in common than you could have probably guessed. That boy you were with on the other hand… I won't lie, he freaks me out. He's got the strangest face and he didn't react to my eyes at all."
"What are you?" I queried, quick to steer him away from the topic of Frankie Preston even though I didn't really expect an honest answer. "How'd you do that the other night? Your… your eye thing?"
"That unsettled you, didn't it? It's not anything I do
per se." They shrugged leisurely. "I could just as well ask you where you're hiding your tentacles."
"So you're not human. I didn't think you were," I stated. "What's your business with the Collective? What are you after? Are any of you normal people?"
"As far as I know, I'm the only one who's not." They steered the cart around the corner with a swift, forcible yank and I bumped painfully against the side of the cart. Stifling a yelp, I kept my face straight, looking over the shelves as we passed them. I noticed that some of them weren't entirely empty—there were a couple jars, cans and bags of various goods standing scattered throughout. They looked almost lonely. The cultist, registering my wandering gaze, stopped and grabbed a random plastic jar that looked like it could be containing peanut butter or something of the sort. The label was faded and partially peeled off. They inspected it from all sides before thrusting it into my hands. "Here, open it," they commanded.
"I certainly won't," I replied, a mix of rage and apprehension bubbling in my chest.
"Aren't you curious?"
"No. But if you are, go on and open it yourself."
They grunted, grabbing the jar and unscrewing the red lid. They dropped it to the floor where it bounced off once and rolled away into the darkness. Peering in, their expression remained unchanged. "Nothing. Look." They held it out to me and sure enough, it was empty. I let them hand it to me, intrigue winning me over as I started examining the small container. It was completely unremarkable. I reached two of my fingers inside only for the digits to suddenly be stricken with a searing pain. It flashed through my bones like lightning and I cried out, withdrawing my hand. Suddenly, the floor seemed to quiver. The lights in the store flickered, seeming startlingly bright for a split second only to turn dimly green once more. The cultist let out an involuntary shriek, staggering back before managing to steady themself as everything went back to its former solid state.
"What the fuck was that?" they wheezed.
"An earthquake?" I suggested, not quite knowing what else to say. My pulse was thrumming in my ears, hard enough to split my head in half. It took me a minute to regain a relative state of calm.
"An earthquake? In another dimension? You're messing with me."
"I don't know! Maybe it was… maybe I was nearly jumping back, I have no idea." I shook my head, ignoring the throbbing pain shooting through my temples. "I don't have it all figured out yet, but it's an emotional response. Whenever my flight instinct gets triggered, these dimension switches happen. It was the jar. The jar is painful inside."
"What do you mean?" they asked, eagerly reaching for the jar and sticking their pinky finger into it. They pulled it back out with a howl, letting the jar drop to the floor. "What the hell is up with this place?"
"How would I know?" I argued hotly.
"Yeah, well. Anyways." All of a sudden, their hand was in my hair, tugging on my braid. They yanked my head to the side, and before I could break out my tentacles or try to snap my jaws at them, I could feel their hot breath on my nape. A scream died in my throat, equal parts painful and shocked. My eyes burned, my vision swimming when the cultist dragged their teeth across my skin, leaving a trail of warm saliva. And then, fast and without mercy, they bit down.
The lights turned bright white. The static buzzing that had been hanging in the stale air changed to the familiar eighties music tunes. Squinting into the sudden brightness, the colors of the countless types of packaged products filling the shelves almost seemed to be screaming at me. We were back.
The cultist disentangled themself, quickly stepping away from me. I looked up, still dazed, to see why. Frankie Preston had come up behind us, snatching the cart away from the other person and pulling it out of their reach. I immediately scrambled up to wrap my arms around him. "That's them," I breathed. "From the Collective."
"I know," he said tonelessly. His eyes, trained on the blonde, spelled murder. "You should get out of here," he added, addressing them. "The shelves here are rickety, they might fall on you."
The cultist's expression was a frozen mix of suppressed uncertainty and confusion. Still, they held the server's gaze. "You should maybe not… do anything stupid," they uttered, their voice almost equally as flat as his.
"I'm all about stupid."
"Then I guess I ought to leave. See you guys soon. It was a pleasure." They threw us a smile that was faker than Frankie's when he waited tables before marching off, leaving the two of us alone in the aisle.
"Are you alright?" Fran asked, running a hand over my mussed braid. "What happened? I'm so… one minute you were here and the next…"
"We switched dimensions."
"I pieced that together. You weren't gone for long… just a couple minutes." He nervously twisted his wet bubble gum around the tip of his finger, drawing nervous strings.
"Were you worried?"
"Out of my mind," he said in a low voice, not meeting my gaze. "I mean, I knew you'd be okay on your own, I wasn't saying that—"
"I wasn't. I'm not," I interrupted him. "I got out alright, sure I did, but I'm not okay right now." I swallowed. My throat was bone dry. "I need to call Mary Markov. She should hear about this."
Frankie nodded along. "Do you want me to do it for you? I'm certain I can give her an accurate description."
I declined and sat back in the cart. Per my request, Fran brought me home after we'd paid for everything. I needed some time alone to relax and pretend everything was normal. I cleaned my room and then looked through job listings, which I admittedly haven't done in a little while. When I couldn't find any other way to procrastinate, I made the call to Mary Markov, which went about as well as could be expected. She wants to see me tomorrow, though. I wish she'd told me about what. For a newsreader, she's really not very forward with her information. X 1 2: deadbeat roommate 3: creepy crush 4: relocation 5: beach concert 6: First date 7: Temp work 8: roommate talk 9: a dismal worldview 10: warehouse 11: staircase 12: explanation 13: hurt 14: hospital 15: ocean 16: diner 17: government work 18: something in the caves
I'm 6 months into lifting I do muscle monsters 4 day upper lower. But I was watching will Tennyson and he has a 3 day split and I'm wondering if going to 3 will be pointless now. I'm about to up my calories again from 3000 to 3200. My lifts are terrible, been following the progression plan in the muscle monsters video one less rep 2.5 extra pounds for 4 weeks then top reps with the 2ed weight after. I recently failed a 37.5 bench press at 1x3 after walking 35 5x4 the week before. And it's made me think that maybe I'm doing something wrong. Even on my bulk of 3000 I've been hovering around 144- 146 for about 3 weeks I got to 146 with I'm guessing water weight last week but today I woke up at 142.8 so I have no idea what's going on there. I was going Monday/Tuesday/Thursday/Friday but Im 2 days into one on one off to see if that helped recovery. But after the failed bench press I was thinking a new split would be better. I think I clearly need to build up a base. This is the will Tennyson split Back squat 5x5 Pause bench press 3x 5-8 Barbell/T row 3x 5-8 Romanian deadlift 2/3x 5-8 Barbell curl 2/3x 5-8 Inverted row 3x10 As my noobie gained are almost or maybe have run out I need to act fast
since my childhood and especially since late-2012, i noticed that there are some entity who are blindly-repetitive like a program/AI and who have fate-like powers(seeing and manipulating past, present and future) that it use to puppeteer certain types of creatures(mainly demons/pests/dogs, laborers/traders and people who religiously worship Allah, or believe in feminist ideas, or belong to aifire zodiac signs) to turn reality into simulation/matrix-like world that it script it scenario, were it's puppets rule with their laws, besiege me and use their laws, their legal traps, their scams and their indirect, strategically-timed and repetitive psychological, spiritual and informational warfare(noises/disturbances, threats/intimidation, shaming/defamation, insults/accusations, possession, hidden-messages) that they usually automatically harm me with, in the moments i try to study or enjoy anything(food/sleeping/dreaming/nature/music, especially sex), so to scare/petrify, disturb/discourage and stop me from experiencing any pleasure and from trying to study/succeed, also to criminalize my marriage/rights/freedoms, to take away my wealth/inheritance, to psychologically castrate, confuse, damage and corrupt me and to try to normalize, robotize and convert me to be asexual Muslim that live to be work/worship slave and to feawait-for death, to love everyone/everything in his matrix, to be thankful for my hellish life, to blame only myself and to think/act like aifire zodiac signs not like my sign(cancer) and to and make people/reality wrongly categorize me as dangourse mentally-ill, unskilled/handicapped, addict, ungrateful, gay and harassebully/troll, thus wasting most of my life me in hell(cash-poverty, celibacy/deprivation, corruption/illness, humiliation/dishonor and feapain)
it seem that it do this to use the corruption that this hell cause to me, so it justify spreading religious slavery, capitalism and feminism(despising and criminalizing sexual desire/expressions and pre-18 marriage, to give females rights to cuckold/imprison/kill males for fake or no crimes, work/look/act/live like them and take away their jobs/authority/status)
but it usually try to justify doing this by pretending to be the creator god of light and/or by hiding behind fake moral/religious excuses:(teaching lessons, testing me, playing games with me and stopping/pushing corruption, immorality, illness/insanity and crimes/sins)
and it try to pin corruption, illness and immorality on me by manipulating/causing me to do normal things, then bullshit and deceive itself to misinterpret these things as sinful/corrupted/criminal/ill/immoral things
the entity seem that it have put some controlled-opposition infiltrator agent(Trojan) inside me to aid it, maybe it is a split-personality(DID, part of my mind that joined the entity or gone against me out of feaconfusion) that the entity are causing me to have with it's ceaseless harm/attacks, but mostly it seem to be some Virgo female spider-demons that live in the root of my 5th chakra and pretend to oppose this fate/AI-like entity that haunt me, by using the entity's attacks against me as excuse to automatically corrupt/effeminize me, scare me from enjoying straight pleasure and forcibly taking over part of my subconscious/emotions/thoughts if i did anything against this entity, like cursing this entity or watching straight porn and also to summon other house demons(called bathroom-jinn by Arabs) to possess me and infest my apartment with their horrible smell
the entity and it's demonic infiltrator agent also try to fill me with unnecessarily/unhealthy anger(wrath) that cause me to wish to destroy everyone, since i do not know the identity of my enemies and since everyone are evil enough either to put me or to leave/ignore me in hell, thus causing me to make troubles with everyone, thus making everyone join this entity against me
the entity seem to want to enforce some moderate syncretic semi-asexual ideology/order that mix monotheist religions with modern liberalism(feminism/capitalism) that his puppets usually adopt and they consider anything that is not part of this order to be chaos(insanity/illness/corruption/crimes)and consider anyone who refuse to adopt their ideology or to join their hive/society to be dangerous mentally-ill/antisocial, addict, gay and criminal(thief/harasser) that they have the right to enjoy humiliating/torturing, criminalize his marriage/rights and take away his inhertice/wealth
and to enforce it this, the entity put it's real opposition like me in hell(as he do to me)
then he divide his puppets into factions that pretend to rival each-others(like Biden vs trump, al-sisi vs the Muslim brotherhood, Putin vs NATO and the government vs terrorism, china vs USA, Islam vs feminism)
some of them(Putin) impersonate the conservative ideological identity of the conservative enemies of this entity, by claiming to be against LGBT, so they can accuse the real conservatives(that is usually unemployed/poodamaged/corrupted due to the entity's persecution) with being gay and use this as excuse to castrate/destroy them
while some of them(democrats/china) impersonate the leftist ideological identity of the leftist/atheist enemies of this entity, by claiming to be against capitalism, but they wrongly redefine capitalism from being:(private economy/privatization, raising prices, stop aids/charity and anything that is for free, despising the poounemployed, competing on livelihood, treating humans as natural resources), to be:(only rents) so they help the capitalist traders who rent stores and fight against what is left of feudalism(the economical system of the conservative pre-liberal/modern era)
some of them impersonate being my people who are like me and who love/help me, but only love me after considering me mentally ill/gay/harasser and only offer insignificant help(some charity/smiles)help or offer me big help but only in the wrong time/manner, so when i hate them and refuse their help, the entity say that i am so bad i hate my own people and refuse their help
i asked everyone about the the identity of this entity, but nearly all of the ones who replayed was real AI bots or human NPC bots/puppets of this entity, that either troll(gaslight) me by calling me a mentally-ill troll, or that say that i am the one who do this to myself, or say that the one who do this are "god" -as if there are only one god!- that want to test, evolve and/or spiritually awaken me, thus i must do what he want
my current list of suspects that could be this entity are:
1-Hermes(also called nabu/Odin/Satan/Hermaeus Mora and related to fate/death/mercury/intellectualism/trade/cellphones)
2-rahu(an air asura/demon dragon/snake, that are said to be incarnated as AI in late 2012, also mostly the Libra extradimensional entity they call the wizard of oz)
3-Allah(the good of moon, slavery, Islam and conservative-looking but semi-asexual, inhuman child-slaughtering earlier version of feminism, could be the same as Hermes and could be be also "Nor" the good of moon-light, coldness, society, spiders and dark-elves, or one of his angels/archons)
4-IshtaAstarte(goddess of Venus) or Manat(goddess of fate and death, maybe also the same as goddess Kali and/or Sekhmet)
5-Lilith(the dark-elder demon responsible for feminism/fornication/abortion)
6-some hive mind or thought-form crated by a hive of certain types of human(maybe the Muslim brotherhood or the Egyptians, or the masons)
7-Kalki, the Libra positive avatar of god Vishnu, or the entity that Christians call "the living-Christ", maybe incarnated as an AI
8-some advanced human(Illuminati) or alien AI technology, that somehow can control realty and that mostly date to some unknown advanced past-civilization
9-some Gemini entity(spirit, wizard, scientist, AI, or human merged with AI) who uses powerful technology or magic
10-some matrix AI(the Libra AI they call the architect or the Gemini AI they call "the analyst")
what i want to know is:
1-who are this entity?(what are his pagan names, his ideological/political identity and his occult/magiacl identity, like his planet/element/sign/side of the force)
2-how i stop it?(how i destroy it or force it to stop harming me with the noises/insults/threats/laws of it's puppets, of-course without i have to do any of what he want from me, like becoming Muslim slave and liberal/feminist cuckold and like stop feeling feapleasure and stop opposing the system)