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12.06.2025 10:26
‘Bro you got my back though aye?’ To a few others at this party.
Me and me ma, are sitting there and there is this Scottish guy, that is really funny and hangs out with the kids, making jokes and being a really great guy.
So anyway, this big ugly brute, I lost my temper with..
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What a fucking retard. Be 30 kg heavier than me…
Darwinistic pride,
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A few months later, a kid farted in my face in front of the English teacher… and I said… poo you stink cunt, or something like that.
Darwinistic… divisive bullshit.
They had this old farm area called O’neils farm. Where we would walk dogs etc…
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I eventually… hung out with people way older than me. When I was 15 I was hanging out with 25 year olds etc.
Is fucking disgusting. Tribal,
And when I went back to St Andrew’s I saw… that multimillionaire Americans had converted O’Neils farm, to be full of modern style houses. While the rest of the village were basically 200+ years old. They fucking, ruined the image of St Andrew’s.💲💲
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By the time I made it to intermediate I would have literally 17–18 kids during recess following me around abusing me. By form 2. I started getting a bit violent. In third form I was put in A band, by that time I was spiritually fucked. Going from a perfect world… to something that was just so selfish and narcissistic and I fucking didn’t understand what I was doing wrong.
I basically had to leave, because I was gonna get expelled…
When the adults were a bit drunk, and it was getting late… i basically announced publicly that my mother is single and she got extremely embarrassed.
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I went to the… cool kids parties and got a long fine.. but then I went to the ‘greasy’ kids parties for some bongs and beers.
When we arrived in buttfuckingly demonic degenerate fucking Blenheim. I got bullied pretty heavily for being a know it all smart ass, because the education system in Canada felt like it was a couple years ahead of NZs education system.
When I was 17, I went back to my home town… and got spiritually fucked. I ran into most of my old friends…
And we got along great. Some of them told me. They often had fires at the beach… and occasionally said things like…
What a pu💲💲y.
Niggers will always be slaves.
And need to ask for back up.
There was a couple guys there I didn’t recognise… pretty big guys. Heavier than me..
Randomly… one of them says…
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Well, I grew up with a single mother, who was basically working class.
And I sat back down after I had told him don’t be a dumb fucking racist in front of me.
They had a thing in this small village called TGIF, where a lot of the villages adults would go have a little party and get together. During our neighbours, who were… I dunno Anglican Christian’s, (they were really cool people)
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I was getting kicked out of classes, for things other kids were doing, because for example the science teacher, thought it was socially funny to only get the class clown in trouble. Because obviously I was a smart ass.
I ended up being a little bit hood, because… society fucked me so much… and I lost trust in people.
And he went into the kitchen I listened to what he said…
Kek.
And I didn’t understand, Why all the middle class kids hated me. I don’t really understand. The girls were mean, the boys were mean… and the teachers were mean.
They got married like 6 months later, and we moved on the day after Halloween to New Zealand. I remember going trick or treating as the grim reaper… and really cut up I’m moving from my perfect little world.
I obviously adore New Zealand in many ways, and that is because the hood isn’t as racist here like other places.
I basically had the perfect childhood. I was friends with everyone, I was happy and I was a really good kid.
We lived for a couple years in a small village called St Andrew’s by the Sea in New Brunswick Canada.
Why do our deceased do not protect us from other bad spirits?