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Arch of the Nick Nack

One huge issue in soci­ety today is how the men­tal health trau­mas of one unevolved being, who has no skills or tools to rise above and con­quer dam­age, con­tin­ue to flick sparks of that trau­ma on to all around, set­ting oth­ers on fire and destroy­ing those that they deem to be infe­ri­or to their nar­cis­sis­tic Supe­ri­or being­hood.

This Arch per­son, so mis­er­able in their abject mis­ery that they MUST drag and shove oth­ers they per­ceive as weak down with them. This usu­al­ly means women, this not so bright arch is most often raised by a weak moth­er who  the arch despis­es.

The Arch despis­es the moth­er, not unlike Aleis­ter Crow­ley did, for turn­ing away, stand­ing by or even con­tribut­ing to the arch child’s abuse and trau­ma.

The Arch is cow­ered by the male father fig­ure and or any author­i­ty male that has been placed in their life. This guy makes sure he does­n’t do a mile over the speed lim­it but will call women garbage and shit on their work with­out a back­ward glance or own­er­ship respon­si­bil­i­ty on the dam­age his bomb has caused.

But every­one loves a good train­wreck  espe­cial­ly that train­wreck dri­ver, the snick­y­nack, who did come back on a sneaky com­man­do hit and run move, tak­ing anoth­er chunky bite out  while he thinks his vic­tim is down and out inca­pac­i­tat­ed with fear of trick­y­dick­nicks who mean­while is sit­ting in his cold dark dank unit, mis­er­able and angry with life the uni­verse and all women in it. with only his fart­ing pooch for com­pa­ny as he expects to watch Rome burn.

Only It did­nt burn, tables were turned and out old spec­i­men Flick­nick  was rolled out on the red car­pet and dunked in every­one lat­te cof­fees with soy like a pink marsh­mel­low melt­ing in the heat. Mean­while , every­one laughs  their heads off till their teeth Ache at the inep­ti­tude of Prick­nick,  sit­ting rad­ing this with steam com­ing out his ears in pain from punch­ing the wall with his pooch cow­er­ing in the cor­ner with fear.

Nick­lick would of got him­self excit­ed at the thought of his vic­tim of his hit and run “Utter Garbage” com­ment get­ting all irate like and respond­ing sub­ser­viant to his grand awe­some­ness of his rock­et­ing great com­ment because these arch­es have no light source in the archi­trave to get ener­gy from, the arch of the nick­nack feeds off the pow­er of the arch­es vic­tim as they let go of their own pow­er.

As it exudes from VIC, it is devoured by the arch, feast­ed on, to fill top up the arch pow­er for a lit­tle bit of time until that drains too. Rinse repeat. The arch learns clever more devi­ous ways over time to get max­i­mum pow­er, to extend the ill-got­ten gains, leav­ing the bod­ies and souls with­out strength or lust behind them. They watch oth­er sim­i­lar arch­es in action,  the meth­ods assim­i­lat­ed and adopt­ed as part of the pro­gram to gain food.

this arch can not sit still with them­selves. The mind is so tight­ly com­part­men­tal­ized and cat­a­logued, right down to the cab­i­net of  “smiles for the right time and sit­u­a­tion” and “sym­pa­thy com­ments to use“this is them. As they do not nat­u­ral­ly feel those emo­tions, every­thing is faked a facade hk

If any­thing it is a shaden­fraude moment for the Arch, an almost orgas­mic result of the ener­gy they put out, which in my case, the case of the “nick nack he’s a whack’, I cap­tured it all in my lil hand and spun it around. I got the whole world in my hands well at least Nicks I do. It is their one moment of pow­er in a life spent pow­er­less and Nicks did not turn out so well for him did it? Well that esca­lat­ed quick­ly did­n’t it Nick, a lil hint for oth­er than “LiL is about moth­er” is to take a long look into the per­sons eyes they you are about to tear down Nick and when you see the truth in there,  think twice or three times before you do that kamikaze hit and run garbage move.

It was very trashy Nick, lacked class, like you. The say a per­sons com­ments reflect them, But do not wor­ry I think it and you are utter garbage at the best of times, your sheer hubris and arro­gance denudes you to the base sim­ple ‘simp you are.

be wary of your though forms and actions yick­yn­ick, things have changed as the instant the thought leaves you, its hits the mir­ror and does not pass unless it comes from the lust of love. i oth­er words, you will be shred­ded the instant you try and shred some­one else, Unlucky for < you you chose me.

This is why they all turn to mag­ick, think­ing they do not need to do the work, they can just spit pow­er out when they want how they want on to who they want. Invis­i­bly sneaky decep­tion mut­ton dressed as lamb. The same façade as the per­son who walked those steps before them and the same façade as the ones that will walk those nar­cis­sis­tic steps after.

Up to now, they could get through the guards because the guards were just as cor­rupt­ed, all get­ting more and more blind­fold­ed to truth as time moves around. Using the col­lec­tive mind “chit chat” they learn to cut cor­ners and achieve mod­er­ate suc­cess, enough for them to think they are invin­ci­ble.

They learn the pow­er of words, and see it play out in their vic­tims. How easy it is. Nick you are use­less with all the huge WORD SPeLL con­structs of Use­less and it’s shad­ow in the mir­ror

Speak­ing of Crit­i­cism Nick Albright„ your effort, like you is what us Aussies call “piss poor” I reck­on my reply to your wank­ness cut’s the mus­tard pret­ty well though,  Mer­cu­ri­al­ly so don’t ya think, well you do not think, if you actu­al­ly had enough brain­cells and genes to think you would of backed off instead of pulling your tiny peck­er out and wav­ing it in front of Satan Swan.

*shrugs* yes­ter­day, all his trou­bles seemed so far away, cos he believes in yes­ter­day, not today and cer­tain­ly not tomor­row. Maybe once it may have worked and I can see by the nick­yg­nat it always has for him. He came back for anoth­er bite with his dumb as dog shit ” hit and run gaslit com­ments”

but that did­n’t last either, nick­yg­nat got a pad­dy­whack and did­nt like it. SO He is sulk­ing at the moment .. and seething.. I see beer guz­zled, pee­ing on a stump and he is pro­l­ly telling his pup­per all about the mean dum­b­ass woman that slapped him across the face. (ps get your pros­trate checked Nick­y­do)

Usu­al­ly raised by a sin­gle mom but if the father is there in the home, he is is absent most­ly. drunk or drugs or vio­lence and oh so so author­i­tar­i­an.

Nick the Gnat is the black sheep the youngest most like­ly.. may have younger sibs but there is a  age gap ..unless a sis but most like an old­er sis­ter who does every­thing cor­rect or he has old­er broth­ers .. nah unless they lived in diff him to him Did your dad kill an ani­mal of yours nick­y­don’t?

Nick­el­Nick got picked on at school and soon, became that ass­wiper that saw how easy women and small­er chil­dren were to tar­get and it soon became a bandaid or a nice cold ice block gift­ed to a kid after a boo boo to make some­one else cry. If dad­dy made Nick­slit cry to be sure to be sure there would be three that Nick­wit would pick n make cryin place.

I don’t know why these old time fathers picked on the boys so much but they felt the boy was­n’t man enough, dad thought the lad was a sis­sy, a mum­ma’s boy,  no mat­ter if he was or was­n’t. It was how his tired trapped angry Dad­dy fig­ure per­ceived and felt back then espe­cial­ly if the lad was an artist or poet book­worm who did not like foot­ball .

I still look at it part via the father’s latent homo­sex­u­al­i­ty in a  world that did not accept gay. like the old

“when I was a kid you would of had the gay slapped out of you” as a par­ent sees a child lean­ing towards gay being accept­ed as part of life today.

And kid they are, that part of them, the emo­tion­al ground­ing and sta­bil­i­ty of being, nev­er grows root. it stays shriv­elled and dried up at kid lev­el emo­tion­al respons­es and all that would spring from that emo­tion­al ground­ing stem­ming from being watered instead of choked like our boy here, nev­er devel­ops either.

Things like love, car­ing, shar­ing. instinct, intu­ition, feel­ings. emo­tions nev­er bud into fruition, instead a lost feel­ing over­comes, a feel­ing of “I don’t know so I will pre­tend I do”.

The arch sees every­one else being hap­py but the arch does not know how to feel that hap­py. The pro­gram­ming of hap­py was inter­rupt­ed.  Their pro­gram­ming got inter­rupt­ed full stop and that did not just stop at the hap­py.  All emo­tions are now frac­tured with bro­ken stems, mal­formed, dis-attached and inac­tive shells.

On one lev­el deep down in the sub­con­scious uncon­scious the arch realis­es they are incom­plete and there is some­thing miss­ing in them that they see in oth­ers, a joy,  a spark, a SHINE. They try to copy and emu­late what they see in oth­ers how­ev­er, it is stilt­ed, sti­fled and stag­gered, unnat­ur­al so but by this stage of their devel­op­ment or lack of devel­op­ment it is eas­i­er to blame oth­ers so in each and every instant, if you know one of these arch­es,. they blame oth­ers for their woes and crows.

and because “*it* the SHINE is lack­ing in them, that part of them knows they are miss­ing that piece, The Shine, so they look for it in oth­ers. They see a per­son with the spark of life vital­i­ty, The Shine where the arch has none and they grav­i­tate towards it, the Arch­Be­ing think­ing “who is this that has what I want. I do want.”  

This is where and when the nar­cis­sism is sim­mered, blend­ed rough­ly and poured to cement dry. The Arch being thinks He has this that I do not have, I am just as deserv­ing as him, why do I not have this?  With no answer forth­com­ing, the Arch then excus­es him­self from not hav­ing the shine by pick­ing out each and every fault of the per­son they per­ceive to have the shine that they do not have. By the time they are fin­ished, they have stuck them­selves up on a pedestal and swept the oth­er per­son under the car­pet, then wiped the floor with their list­ed assets mak­ing them lia­bil­i­ties in the Arch­es mind.

In the Arch mind,he believes him­self now not only equal to the Shine Being, they are now supe­ri­or to the shine’ee with a long list of “becaus­es”

So what a per­son who meet them thinks is a mag­net­ic attrac­tion to a pair­ing of same lev­els, they are actu­al­ly mak­ing an infe­ri­or unbal­anced pair­ing the has not choice but by the very nature of the pair­ing, to fail cat­a­stroph­i­cal­ly. The Arch, while attach­ing them­selves to what they want that is not inside them soon gath­ers infor­ma­tion in a long bulky mind file on the “Per­son with that Shine” to use in future ref­er­ence.

The first thing they do is to find out every lit­tle detail about the thing that con­tains the some­thing they want;  the new “Pret­ty” vic­tim, a shiny new chew toy spec­i­men. ” This is called love bomb­ing.

This part of the pro­gram takes much care of atten­tion, the Arch com­plete­ly sur­rounds the shiny chew toy and por­trays the epit­o­me of “the knight in shin­ing armour” while pre­tend­ing they are more lit than the real deal.  They will lis­ten for hours while their chew toy relates the woes of the past, the wrongs done to them, the Arch only inter­rupt­ing to get more intri­cate details, offer a hug for the tears, or to put for­ward their Arch Hero­ic pre­tend out­rage at the chew toys dis­tress  They will regale the chew toy with tales of what they, the Man­ly Arch hero would of done to save their toy from the bad evils”.

The Sym­pa­thy and empa­thy seem real and the chew toy has no rea­son not to take the Arch at his word, so they grate­ful­ly accept the illu­sion being wove for them.

every moment of the Arch­es time is spent main­tain­ing and build­ing the illu­sion. A fun­ny one just came to mind as I thought about my now dead hus­band num­ber 3.

He looked me straight in the eyes one day and almost plead­ed with me as he sim­pered, say­ing “I have a rep­u­ta­tion I must uphold with all my mates Magi”.  I just stared at him and blinked.