Shark Eats Fat Man
Maria’s cat is becoming human. The Gang is getting bigger… more wild. Sharks want the fat people.
“Souled’s most schizophrenic post to date. Are we watching him slip into insanity right infront of our eyes?” - Wes R. Tucson, Arizona
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up
I watched Marias cat walk into the kitchen on hind legs last night while she thought everyone was asleep. I was standing in the living room corner, pitch black, dressed in dark clothes, rubbing Nettles on the wall to keep away evil spirits.
Surprised by soft patter through the hall I tip toed around the dining table, craning my neck to peer around to the sink. I watched as it grabbed a spoon out of the open dishwasher, popped the top off a can of tuna with the rounded end and started eating it the same way you or I would eat from a tub of ice cream.
I stood there, horrified. Frozen in confusion and fear for a couple minutes. I watch her rub her stomach like a 350lb beer guzzling blue collar worker after a sweaty day and a full meal. Satisfied. Gluttonizing. Full.
Does Maria know what is going on when she’s asleep? Im not telling her. I’m up to worse, really. And I’m not entirely sure this scene is even real. Last week I started eating the cats Fancy Feast Petites Pate Wild Alaskan Salmon Entrée Wet Cat Food with 1,100 calories and high vitamin count per serving and I think it may be causing hallucinations.
Cat gone. Thank God. I can sit criss cross applesauce on the hardwood floor and plot:
Two weeks ago I started a gang. It began with 4 of us.
We found, through a painstakingly delicate process of secrecy, an abandoned transport trailer. One that for years carried fruit from East to West coast.
The wheels were destroyed and it needed a new owner. We liked the stale, natural fragrance. We liked the tight space but still decided to cut it, at nose height, all the way across and insert windows.
Anyone looking from outside can only see our eyes and long locks of hair (a gang requirement)
Next post I get into our goal.
But I want to explain our Barrier of Entry.
This is concept I hope to sink in because if it lands once, just once, you’ll see through wokeist inclusivity with ZERO effort.
The Barrier of Entry to something is, if you’re clinically retarded and can’t deduce, the amount of effort/action/credentials you have to accomplish before being admitted.
There are groups, demographics of today that praise their characteristics without every being tested or challenged.
Fat Culture and LGBTQ are large ones.
Human doesn’t have to suffer, work hard to gain entry into this ‘club’ and it my friends is a club, maybe even a cult.
I had toned, deathly fit woman last night explain that fat woman will attak. “Do you not eat?” “Why are you so skinny” what is this but a mirror of insecurity?
And it comes from the in-group hyping up its members. “Fat Positivity”
I tell you. No barrier of entry. Low effort to get admitted. Simply don’t workout, overeat.
This will sizzle out like their bacon, like their Mountain Dew you even know what your feet look like?
This is why the Fit will always rule. Halo Effected to the brim. Voluntarily suffering. Bringing pain on themselves. The sacrifice of comfort for something…. Better.
My gangs barrier to entry is excruciating and this is what I sit in the floor contemplating.
Starting with the 4, we’ve grown now to 26.
3 have lost their life’s during the initiation rituals. I think. I wonder if I ask too much to be with Us.
During the 1st ritual the want-to-joiner is blindfolded, taken to The Point. A Rocky cliff edge where they scale downwards, accompanied by the two most recently admitted members.
Once at the waters edge the new member has his bicep sliced open. An act of humility as this is Man’s shining trophy of muscle. On top of this, we need to create a great gush of blood impossible to stop.
He’s then thrown into the water: the most shark infested on the East Coast. Here he survives, tries to... He attempts to have Good Faith on his side under the moonlight, until daybreak.
When the sun peaks, he’s grabbed out by Myself and the second most senior member.
Stitching him up, blindfold back on, we lead him to the next ritual….
MUCH LOVE
WINSTON
SOULED IDEA
EAST COAST SCOUNDREL
MAN WITH A TASTE FOR _______!
Did you impregnate someone today? No? How else do you expect to grow an army? Are you waiting for someone to do it for you?
