Zycerak Thread

can you write a speech about a school topic for me zycerak?

 

drop a like

 

only if I have something to say about the topic. what is the topic?

 

zycerak!

 

job automation

 

ZYCERAK UPDATE:

truth is rare, like beef tenderloin. pregnancy scare, buy bitcoin.

do you feel it? I feel it. deeper than my bones, rushing faster than my heart, smaller than my cells, diffusing through my soul. its in the air I breathe, the food i eat, its in the winks I sleep, and the soil where I plant my feet. its right behind me, but just out of reach. do you feel it? I feel it. shutting down my systems, im relinquishing control. the pilot is dying as his plane is descending, closer to the mountaintops, close, but always just out of reach. I'm on the floor, hours at a time, I'm rocking back and forth, i'm repeating the same phrases. skibidi rizz, skibidi rizz, skibidi rizz, skibidi rizz, do you hear me? I'm on the bathroom floor, laying, I feel the cold tiles, the fake linoleum tiles with a grainy texture, I rub my hands over them, spinning in circles, for the sensation. i learnt a fact about humans' ability to feel really small things with our fingertips today but i forgot exactly what it was. I'm ducking down, i'm avoiding but on avoidance it feeds, im ducking under the covers but thats where it sleeps. life is too short to doomscroll, learn philosophy! download now. do you feel it? it's right behind me, isn't it? I feel its cold breathe on the nape of my neck, I swore it will attack, I swear it will attack, I see it lunging at me in my peripheral, but it never reaches, almost like it was never real. but im rocking back and forth, im trying to hear it in the silence, just a hiss, luring it out, skibidi rizz.

life is too short to doomscroll, learn philosophy! everything good is free.


breathed in for twenty thousand seconds, explode on the exhale. became a new man, an alpha male. i am the most driven, most passionate, most hardworking, and most fulfilled boy in the whole universe. I do not duck away from the movement of time. its in my grasp, in my clasped hands, I mush it to a powder, and eat it in my chowder!

every action I have taken for and against my will has been pivotal and more vital than I can ever see. even when I am asleep, my brain is guiding me to enlightenment. I am melting in my seat, drooling from my mouth, stanking from my folds, watching youtube shorts on my phone. hazbin hotel, skibidi toilet, digital circus, bluey, the things I know better than my family. its part of my mission, don't you see? its shaped me, molded me, its exactly where I should be, what I should be doing, its what decides my next step, its all part of the process.

I may be awake during the day, but at night is when I come out to sleep.

no time is wasted. not working is harder work than working hard. ill let my professors know. with every repetition of the phrase skibidi rizz, the chemicals in my brain alter a little bit. primordial brain, take the wheel. I don't know much about Key & Peele. limbic system, Go! Go! Go! I hear a jingaling and a Ho! Ho! Ho! 24 hours in a day and each one is perfectly optimized. I did not do any school work today, so I will be hanged and quartered in the towns square. I did not do any work today, so I am worse than Hitler. life is all about other people, everyone matters except you. everyone on Earth has a group chat but honey, you're not in it. we used to laugh and make fun of you, but now you just make us mad and angry. we want to kill you, we are plotting to kill you. do you feel it?

I feel it. the zit between my finger tips, pop it and two grow back like a hydra, face dotted like polka, smelling rotten because its part of my mantra. indeed, all time is in fact wasted, I am waiting to be hanged and quartered in the towns square. play mummy like Graveyard, fruits gummy like Maynard!

counter-productivity is the key to productivity. right now, I am metaphysically and spiritually ingesting kilos of steroids. a mouse needs a week, a beast needs a day. and tomorrow, the beast comes out to play!

 

i love this thread

 

Zycerak My tummy hurts

 

might need to visit poop thread soon

 

you are so unfunny that it hurts to breath and blink and walk

 

thanks man! i reallly aprecieate tit!!

 

ZYCERAK UPDATE:

I am so lonely. I may just be the loneliest entity in the Universe. Here I am, sitting, watching all of my friends talk about things I have no interest in: a trend that has persisted throughout my entire life. No, I have not played "Elden Ring," I'm sorry I'm such a burden. Oh, such misery, and such isolation I feel! All of my interactions amount to me, complaining, whining about my sad, pathetic life, and the recipient, the "Other," looking back at me, resisting their temptation to physically harm me, knocking me down with their cold, judgemental stare, so sick of hearing the garbage that comes out of my mouth. Few know me, and those who do, know me as the insufferable bellyacher, the one who drains the joy and life of those around him. That is what I am. I am the Succubus, instead of sperm I feast upon the discomfort of others. They shall waken and on the end of their bed they shall find me, curled in fetal-position. I will tell them all about my disinterests, my fleeting passions, my empty ambitions, my lack of motivation. If they ignore me, I speak louder, and faster, if they respond to me, I saw "Nay, I do not want your pity, I feel worse knowing your efforts to help me shall go to waste, please refrain from such remarks." They love me for my insight, such deep introspection, they must think that I am thoughtful, and deep, and have new insights on life.

I have been playing C.A.T.S. (Crash Arena Turbo Stars) a lot. It is a free mobile game where you build a combat vehicle to vanquish other player's vehicles. Some times I level up very quickly because I get a lot of legendary items and great vehicle setups. But in an instant, your world can come crashing down on you, and it can take you days, maybe weeks to level up. This can be a metaphor for life, if you think about it. My favourite weapon is the Double Blade because, on average, it does more damage than the other weapons, it is also extremely versatile, being able to hit opponents who fly above you or get behind you. The Boomerang is great for similar reasons, but I can't get a load-out where the Boomerange does significant damage.

I have to create a poster about domestic abuse. I have to have at least 24 concepts by tomorrow afternoon, and I have none, and I have done no research. I could make a joke about domestic abuse right now, but that would be extremely insensitive and I take the topic very seriously. (Truth bomb: I tried to think of a joke but I could not come up with anything. I did not have any particular reason to bring this up, other than the fact it is on my mind, and I wanted to make the post longer).

I am so lonely. My only joy in life is seeing my posts on the forums get likes. It has become an unhealthy obsession, and has made it a lot harder to post. If one of my posts flops, I start biting on my "Biting Stick" which helps relieve my stress and anger. I print out all of my best posts and pin them to my wall, to remember where I set the bar, to see the greatness I must live up to, and remember what my purpose is. Although, I am often filled with doubt and concern. "What if my post isn't funny enough? Will they like me? Did I come across as desperate?" Even writing this, I am gnawing.

But sometimes, I hear a tap at my window. I open the blinds and see a delicate little fairy, glowing bright yellow. I often thought the source of her light was her radiant eyes; she did not need the light to look like she was glowing, which is how I knew she must not be from the woods, not from Earth, but rather the heavens, a messenger from God. She says to me "post it, Zycerak. If they hate it, and if they hate you, all you need to do is threaten to kill yourself, and they will love you again. Post it, Zycerak, for I am using you as a vessel to communicate with the world. God has entrusted me to entrust you with His word. You are the bridge between our two worlds together, Zycerak, you must keep posting. Everything you do is right." With that, she vanishes, like a flame on a candle, lost to the wind.

The words she brings fill me with nothing, wishing she had brought some joints instead. I often thought about sparking up with her, maybe I need to be the initiator. I saw that in a YouTube video: You must be the initiator. People will not initiate things for you. People love talking about themselves, so you must ask about them, get them to share everything about their lives, initiate the conversation. Initiate, be personable, and if they like you, you have gained a friend, but often times they will not like you, and that is okay, but you must offer up a finger to the fairy in return. You have defiled the word of God, you have sullied the great word of the Lord, you have turned people against God, and for that, you must pay. For everyone who doesn't like you, you must cut off a finger, but that trade is unequal, so you will have to spend an additional thousand years of torture as well.

I am yawning, it is late, and I have a lot of work to do. Work, work, work, for no reward. I am a monkey dancing in an empty circus. One may infer that the monkey simply likes to dance, but this monkey does not like to dance. Actually, this is a bad analogy, because I like dancing. I look at myself dancing in the mirror often. I think I have some pretty good dance moves, but I am bad on my feet, I can not move my feet quickly, and I lack rhythm. But my dancing is highly poetic, conceptual, sophisticated; my dance does not belong on the floor, but rather the wall, framed, and displayed in a gallery. People will look at it and gain new insights about themselves, and about the world. It is likely to move them to tears.

I brought up C.A.T.S. (Crash Arena Turbo Stars) because I wanted to mention the fact that I also play with my COC (Clash of Clans) base, but I have started to neglect my base. I am at a point in COC where my enemies are becoming increasingly difficult for my current army, I am not getting enough loot, and upgrades are taking too long. And since I am a lone wolf, I don't play in clans. I am losing interest in my COC base. This makes me so depressed. Getting pleasure from your COC base is part of biology. Even wolves derive pleasure from their COC bases. The fact it no longer interests me makes me feel that I am not human, not a wolf, not alive. No living creature on Earth can relate to me. And this is why... I may just be... the loneliest entity in the Universe. +10 likes and I will stop being lonely

 

sup Zycerak

 

ZYCERAK UPDATE:

I do not mind taking a while to peel an orange. Me and the orange, together, I could have sworn I felt its aura, like another living thing with a conscious, vastly different from my own. It wanted to be eaten, I knew that. I felt good for the orange, knowing it wanted to be eaten, to pass its seeds, to give birth to new life. The orange's life has been fulfilled, it achieved its duty, its purpose, and it can die in peace. The orange didn't know it was sterile. It didn't need to know. I'm sure it lived a much better life, and died a much better death, not knowing. Not knowing I would put it in my body and turn it to poop, and that being the end of it.

It was just me and the orange for a while. The rind had to come off in two layers, because the pith was seemingly glued to the fruit inside. The peel had to come off in small segments, each under a centimetre of surface area. Then the pith, I tried to peel off gently, not wanting to rupture the segments inside, but I failed in some areas. The entire process proved therepeutic as it allowed me to reflect; I think it changed my life. I took out the orange a boy and by the time I had eaten it I became a man.

Those who can not peel an orange slowly are all what's wrong with society. They are the reason all of our fruits are filled with chemicals and microplastics. They are the reason producers put a thin coat of wax around apples to keep them looking fresh. They are the reason we get lower quality products for a higher price. The best tasting fruit rarely look the best, rarely the most voluptious, rarely the most colourful. Duracell once put out a more powerful battery for a higher price. To compete, Energizer put out a more powerful battery for the same price as the less-powerful alternative. Surely, surely people will flock to the battery which is higher in quality and lower in price. But alas, consumers failed to use critical thinking, failed to do their research, made false assumptions, and assumed that Duracell's battery was better because it was more expensive. Energizer had to re-release it with a new name and a higher price. The entire world missed out on cheaper and higher-performing batteries.

Money does not buy happiness. I know this because I am filthy rich. I have so much money it makes me sick. Sick of everything. I buy a new car and crash it the next day because it bores me. You people could never understand this struggle. Poor people have it much better. Their potential for happiness is tremendous. So much of life is still mystical to them. That sense of wonder. They feel happier eating their first meal in weeks than I have felt in my life. They should be thankful they're starving, because it makes the next meal taste that much better. Not for me though. My chefs prepare a feast for me each night, ten different plates. I take a bite of caviar, I throw the rest away. I take a bite of wagyu, I throw the rest away. I don't take a bite of lobster, because I know what it is like to be a lobster, so I set it free, back into the ocean.

This is why I peeled my orange slowly. The longer it takes, the better it tastes. As I peel, the anticipation grows. I hope it's tasty. There was a stretch where every orange I had was dry despite feeling juicy from the outside. I did not know oranges could be dry before that experience. It was awful. The suspense grew with each chunk I chunked off. I had to really dig my fingernails under, they still smell of oranges. The orange tasted okay, not the best I had, but it had a hint of an exotic flavour I rarely get to taste: Victory.

People in today's society need their oranges to be peeled as fast as possible. The plague of instant gratification. Its a cycle that feeds upon itself. Need more. More more more. More pleasure. Faster. Pleasure now. Feed me YouTube shorts. Feed me TikTok. Post post post. Next thing, next thing. Something new, new, new, I seek something new. Something better. This gave me pleasure, now I'm bored, give me something better. It's a natural process, but we were never meant to get this far. It is part of evolution, leads to innovation, leads to survival, leads to longer lives. But we cheated the system, we were never meant to get this far. The corporations understand our reward pathways and use it to manipulate us, as they are manipulated themselves, thinking money is the end game. More more more. More money, its not enough. Yes, higher number, expensive watch, feels good, expensive car, feels good. Throw it out, next watch, next car, yes, better, higher price point is better, higher price point is better, must obtain the next largest number, satisfy the reward pathway, yes, please.

It's all backwards. We're skipping to the end. No buildup, constant climax. I wonder why the climax isn't as impactful as it should be. I don't want to go outside and laboriously build real social connections gradually over time. Let me post online, its easier, I can see who to like, I can block the people who don't like me, I can post into the open and people can come to me, it's easy, it's instant, it's effortless. It's skipping to the end. Let me get to the fruit of this orange quick, let me take off the peel quick, yes, give me the good fruit inside, I need it sooner, I need it now. Let me watch highlight reels of other people's lives and experience their highs and lows vicariously, movies, TV, twitter, YouTube, Mr. Beast, win big, lose big, I am happy now, I am sad now, this must be what life is, Mr. Beast showed me what life is, but the people in the content are reacting more than me, I wonder why it's not as impactful as it should be. I skip to end where I find fame and fortune, I have many cars, many houses, many wives, I wonder why I'm sick of it all.

It's all backwards. Colour is relative; a field of muted colours makes draws attention to the moments of ultra-saturation, they call it an optical illusion, contrast, I learnt that from painting. It's the ultra-saturated colours that get all the attention, this is the end, this is whats good, yes, let me fill the canvas with ultra-saturation, more, more, more, more dots, more dots, it must be good, let me back up now, where did all the dots go? Why is it all grey? It's called optical mixing, I learnt that from painting. It's in the muted colours, it's in the negative space, positive space gets all the attention, but it could not exist without the negative space.

The greatest sensations are created by the moments in between. We think we want the end, we want the moments in between. The moments in between are the most beautiful. The peeling of the orange. The bus ride. The walk to the washroom. I'm filled with the anticipation of the poop that is about to come. That's what keeps me walking to the washroom. The orange will pass through me, only lasting in memory. If I ate ten, easy-to-peel oranges today I would not remember them as well. But I lived with this orange. For nearly 30 minutes we breathed the same air, shared the same heartbeat, I sat with it quiet for nearly 30 minutes, it wasn't the best, but like other people, like anything, really, the flavour was more intense because I had grown attached to it, and that intensity will last longer in my memory than 10 oranges combined. Thank you, orange. I am glad I took the time to peel you.

 

humans are like oranges; you have to peel them apart to get to the true juiciness

 

what are you saying? if you peel someone they will be in excruciating pain and probably die. I am begging you to stop replying to my thread because you make me immensely uncomfortable

 

is your refrigerator running?

 

Have you ever had the satisfaction of peeling an entire orange and keeping the peel in one piece? very satisfying

 

honestly, i do that about 95% of the time

 

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