A. Twinkler

Rechtsradikal bis radikal basiert | Moid | ausgebildet in:
esoterischem Hitlerismus, nitzscheanisch-didaktischer Metaphysik und
arischem Vitalismus

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

Der Libkon Cuck spricht dir den Pathos ab weil du keine Islamisten ein paar tausend Kilometer entfernt (für big Yahu) zu Asche machen willst während 2 Straßen weiter Kartoffeln geschlachtet werden

[Oliver (unsensibel) 🇩🇪💻 @ohaeusler]

Das regelmäßige erwachen der AfD-Wähler, wenn die AfD mal wieder Diktatoren und Islamisten schützt:

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@ohaeusler Weil ich Islamisten so doof finde MUSS ich natürlich unterstützen dass sie in ihrem dritten Welt shithole weggebombt werden während meine Herrscher in Amt und "Würden" 7 Millionen von denen reingelassen haben.
Ein bisschen Schritt 2 vor 1 oder?

[B e a r m a x x e r @centristpeater]

These are the types of people the KKK “lynched” btw

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@TsunderePocky >not a penis haver

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

Memes to make you the coolest pedophile in the cubfur grooming tele

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@uduvihmosaurus So irrelevant criteria to separate the two in order to create a moral category to be evil towards white people in their native lands.

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@nyombiegao Ohhhh

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

"9m Factory"
Was bei einem familiengeführten KMU eine Investition von der Stange ist wird uns in Afrika als Gamechanger verkauft.

[Siegvarg @Kranzschwinger]

Jede Tomate ist eine Kugel gegen den US-Imperialismus.

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@Dr_Rainer_Kraft @kontrakultur164 @Theresa_Finn_ Umfrage ohne negative campaigning gegen den "Feind" vs. Umfrage mit so viel negative Campaigning, Hitler Vergleiche inklusive, dass es schon glatt als manufacturing consent durchgeht.
Man könnte sagen der Vergleich hinkt.

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@Simon_Jacob1 Steuerflüchtlinge schlachten keine Deutschen auf der Straße ab weil sie gerade Bock haben btw.

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Können foids originäre Gedanken formulieren? Wieso ist alles was sie tun oder sagen eine direkte Reflektion von dem was ein Mann macht?

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#FrauenindieSklavereinachSaudiArabienverkaufen

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@sourbrains Western liberals when the people doing a heccin peeedoughfilia aren't the wholesome brownoids but the friggin evil clear skinned Asians

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@Xenoimpulse Gigashit troonnigger brimstone dis 1!!!

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@Girolamo83 Dobre kurwa diese billige Benzin eine gute

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@TsunderePocky >caring what a FOID says
Ngmi

[🌸 Leno Skittles 🌸 @Leno_Manatic]

God I love free will
#OuranHighSchoolHostClub
#evangelion
#TSHD

[A. Twinkler @millenium698834]

@OF_Schroedinger Frag einen weißen Rassisten NIE die Spezies seiner Ehefrau!!!

[Scorched Earth Policy @Scearpo]

The Shape Store is the afterlife for black people. It represents the bacchanalian tempest of chaos that stirs in their hearts. It is neither heaven nor hell, but a tense purgatory of motion, wonder, violence, and colors. The Shape Store is what they grasp for while alive.

The Shape Store represents the Platonic perfection of consumer indulgence that fulfills the black impulse for status hierarchy. The absurdity of the premise highlights the purposeless trinketry in the shoes, chains, and clothes they steal, harm, and kill for. At a macroscale, there is functionally no difference between a limited edition pair of Jordans and a green rhombus made of plastic.

The Shape Store is perpetually in a nighttime urban liminal space. Beyond the corporate McDonald's playpit funhouse aesthetics, everything is lit with the hostile comfort of streetlamps and concrete. The sky is a kindred darkness, beckoning ancient memories of African dirt finally cooling to a reasonable temperature in the dead of night.

The Shape Store embraces incoherent traffic from clown vehicles. You can go to JeffVanderLou in St. Louis right now and find at least three black men stuffing themselves into toddler car frames with lawn mower engines, zooting around at 30 miles per hour between sidewalks and streets like Roblox NPCs. A ghetto rigged solution to suspended driver's licenses becomes a hidden portal into a childlike whimsical sensation that only Miata owners could ever hope to come close to in the civilized dimension. This tender succulence is immortalized in Black Afterlife, a world where the joy of vehicles is divorced from the risk and mental anguish of navigating rules or considerations that traffic normally invokes.

The Shape Store is a place where squabbles and beefs openly occur without any sobering reality of death to haunt the participants. Much like the pool punch pudding plodding of dream combat, occupants of the Shape Store fight in ragged sitcom-esque tussles. They grab each other in gesticulating pratfalls, shaking each other around onto the ground. They point fingers to make their opps heads explode into a cloud of smoke like Looney Tunes characters, falling onto the ground in stiff wooden cartoonish fashion only to pop up later and dance a jig.

The Shape Store is decorated in the same clinical simple colors and setpieces that remind black people of the mandatory public school attendance from early childhood before a self imposed 8th grade permanent hooky graduation. A place and time where they saw the most color in their physical lives that wasn't immediately degraded into ramshackle shades of black, brown, and gray.

The Shape Store is simple, easy, intuitive. It is a place where the rules only exist to the point of visceral emotion. Logic is restricted to 5 second periods of visual coherence. Games are simulacra of their real life counterparts. Chess is arbitrary uniform pieces being slammed onto the board while slogans are chanted out like magic spells by old uncs wearing suits and fedoras, their versions of wizard's robes. Gambling is just shaking pieces on tables with winners being decided by who screams the loudest. Carnival games reward unconsidered raw speed and velocity and they always end in explosions.

The Shape Store is the perfect balance between form and formlessness. The shapes are hard enough to retain their shape, yet soft enough to throw or be thrown into without pain or injury. It is a colorful padded room where nobody can harm anybody. Much like basketball, it allows for the furthest displays of violence and aggression without actually having to cross into a realm of consequence. Objects can be thrown at anybody any time for any reason without consideration, but unlike a snowball fight, nobody has to deal with the labor of constructing something.

The Shape Store's only bodies of water are all 1-foot shallow, making sure that nobody ever has to swim.

The Shape Store is pristine theatrics, a place where the inner primate can hop, jump, run, swing, and tumble to its hearts content. The Shape Store is always noisy, never allowing the disturbing silence to encroach its patrons. The Shape Store always smells vaguely of weed, play-dough, and grape juice.

The Shape Store is perfect in that it is a store where nobody ever pays for anything and everyone is a customer. The shapes are abundant, but each one is unique. The 12 basic shapes and 6 basic colors available are essentially infinity to the black mind, the endless dimensionality of facing two mirrors against each other allowing for the satisfaction of eternity while heavily reducing the RAM usage on God's computer.

The Shape Store is a mirror image of the modern black urban environment. Blacks live inside of video games every day of their lives. Everyone who is an outsider is an NPC who can be harassed or harmed without consideration. Any object is loot, any environment is destructible, any importance is relegated to physical stats, and jail is just the respawn lobby. The Shape Store is the sandbox, infinite time limit and infinite fun for the discerning customer.

The Shape Store is black afterlife, a place of ease and peace through turmoil. A perfect playpit hamster wheel where nobody has to do anything or be anyone so they can do everything and be anyone else other than themselves. It is the world in the black mind reduced to parity of what a dim consciousness perceives it to be: Colors and Shapes.