I have observed that songs like this and other Delta/Gamma-style music that have romantic undertones and that became popular with women as well as the average man generally fall into a category reminiscent of Jordan Peterson babble. That is, the song lyrics posts as mirror. A Delta or Gamma listening to this relates on the order of unconfessed attraction to a specific woman, while a woman listening to this probably imagines that the Alpha who doesn't pay much attention to her but is nice to her in general recurring social situations is in reality harboring a secret love for her.
It's no wonder a song like this becomes popular when it captures the largest segments of both the male and female populations.
The pattern also appears in romantic fiction, but with the addition of another Alpha to give the female character (and reader) a dilemma of choice.
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
How can we not mention the great Gamma sagga of Eric Clapton and Patty Boyd.
The motherfucker was a friend of George Harrison, someone way greater than him, then get crazily obsessed about George's wife.
Probably he made all kind of indiscretions, but as Mr Harrison is a gentleman and there was no chance of Eric getting what he wanted he probably let it pass.
Then, the MF writes a song for his friend's wife, advances on her, she rebufes his advances, he gets in a spiral of heroine use and almost dies.
Speaking of the devil, Jon del Arroz recently read a foreword Gaiman wrote for another book:
J.B.C. MacBride had a secret.
“You mustn’t tell anyone.”
“Okay.”
Richard had no problem with the idea of keeping secrets. In later years he realised that he was a walking repository of old secrets, secrets that his original confidantes had probably long forgotten.
They were walking, with their arms over each other’s shoulders, up to the woods at the back of the school.
Richard had, unasked, been gifted with another secret in these woods: it is here that three of Richard’s schoolfriends have meetings with girls from the village, and where, he has been told, they display to each other their genitalia.
“I can’t tell you who told me any of this.”“Okay,” said Richard.
“I mean, it’s true. And it’s a deadly secret.”
“Fine.”
MacBride had been spending a lot of time recently with Mr Aliquid, the school chaplain.
“Well, everybody has two angels. God gives them one and Satan gives them one. So when you get hypnotised, Satan’s angel takes control. And that’s how Ouija boards work. It’s Satan’s angel. And you can implore your God’s angel to talk through you. But real enlightenment only occurs when you can talk to your angel. He tells you secrets.”
This was the first time that it had occurred to Grey that the Church of England might have its own esoterica, its own hidden caballah.
The other boy blinked owlishly. “You mustn’t tell anyone that. I’d get into trouble if they knew I’d told you.”
“Fine.”
There was a pause.
“Have you ever wanked off a grown up?” asked MacBride.
“No.” Richard’s own secret was that he had not yet begun to masturbate. All of his friends masturbated, continually, alone and in pairs or groups. He was a year younger than them, and couldn’t understand what the fuss was about; the whole idea made him uncomfortable.
“Spunk everywhere. It’s thick and oozy. They try to get you to put their cocks in your mouth when they shoot off.”
“Eugh.”
“It’s not that bad.” There was a pause. “You know, Mr Aliquid thinks you’re very clever. If you wanted to join his private religious discussion group, he might say yes.”
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MAN??
This is disgusting! Who writes about teenagers wanking off grown ups? I mean, that's gotta be a whole new level of creep. This is a book for TEENAGE GIRLS! This guy is sick to his bones!
Ohh, why you gotta hate on gammas so much? HERE! That's why! Fucking creeps and pedos!
If you are a parent, please watch out what your kids read. Apparently the gamma doesn't need close proximity to still fuck with your child's psyche.
So apparently that's another thing Gaiman and Stephen King have in common, they enjoy graphic descriptions of teenage circle jerks and of men soliciting boys for bjs in the absolute most disgusting terms possible. Noted.
I don't know the numbers, but my personal observation is that most Steven King readers are women. Anybody else notice the same thing? If so, does anyone have a theory on why that's the case?
I've seen women desperately justify to a group why something they clearly didn't like is actually brilliant, just so they agree with the "consensus." Funnier, I've seen a whole group gaslight themselves that way.
Gammas seem to be the most strikingly defined personality. The characteristics described by Vox are always 100% present leaving no doubt who you’re dealing with. The only thing lacking is a sign around their necks. As soon as Stephen King started killing children in his novels, it was time to step away. Far away.
This is a good example as to why covetousness is a sin. Desiring to have what your friend has, and hopelessly pining for someone else’s woman never ends well. Sure, maybe you eventually win her over and take off with her, then the Greeks show up at your city with a big wooden horse and everything falls apart. It just isn’t worth it.
Album cover reminds me of Beetlejuice where 700 yr old invincible ghost forces a 16yr old goth girl to marry him. Looking it up there's a lot of discussion of Beetlejuice as a groomer.
From wiki: "The character of Betelgeuse—envisioned in the first draft as a winged demon who takes on the form of a short man—is also intent on killing the Deetzes rather than scaring them and wants sex from Lydia instead of marriage. In this version of the script, Betelgeuse need only be exhumed from his grave to be summoned, after which he is free to wreak havoc; he can be summoned, but not controlled, by saying his name three times and wanders the world freely, tormenting different characters in different manifestations."
These songs are a corruption of something so profound in the human heart that it can't be denied.
That is belief in God. All of these songs can be replaced with God and work the same. The ruling classes led people off it because presumably they wanted to engage in things that religious people would never allow.
Couldn't one argue that some religious men of the past were almost obsessive in their passion?
It's a category error to think of women in this pure way. As if you will be completed by her.
SSH has really opened up the mind set of the gamma. I used to think this was a harmless and generic pop song and never paid attention to the lyrics. But reading them now it is clearly written in the language of a gamma pinning away for his secret queen while trying to get out of the friend zone. It seems harmless at first until he kicks in her door in the middle of the night.
It is poison! There are so many of these sugar-coated pop songs that have affected millions of kids, and I'm convinced the record industry did this on purpose, so as to sabotage young men and turn them toward gammahood. For this reason, i make my kids listen to instrumentals, rock or pop songs that i choose, or Weird Al.
I have observed that songs like this and other Delta/Gamma-style music that have romantic undertones and that became popular with women as well as the average man generally fall into a category reminiscent of Jordan Peterson babble. That is, the song lyrics posts as mirror. A Delta or Gamma listening to this relates on the order of unconfessed attraction to a specific woman, while a woman listening to this probably imagines that the Alpha who doesn't pay much attention to her but is nice to her in general recurring social situations is in reality harboring a secret love for her.
It's no wonder a song like this becomes popular when it captures the largest segments of both the male and female populations.
The pattern also appears in romantic fiction, but with the addition of another Alpha to give the female character (and reader) a dilemma of choice.
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
Does the song work well?
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
The song works well. On the matter of Stephen King, I could never work up interest to reading his stories, except for The Stand. Dean Koontz is better in this genre, at least seems to understand good as a real force, often sacrificing itself for the defense of the innocent.
I'm seeing triple on my end, probably a browser/server communication thing.
Love the song Vox. Thanks for including the third hook, it brings a sense of closure. Don't know why so many artists cut it out.
How can we not mention the great Gamma sagga of Eric Clapton and Patty Boyd.
The motherfucker was a friend of George Harrison, someone way greater than him, then get crazily obsessed about George's wife.
Probably he made all kind of indiscretions, but as Mr Harrison is a gentleman and there was no chance of Eric getting what he wanted he probably let it pass.
Then, the MF writes a song for his friend's wife, advances on her, she rebufes his advances, he gets in a spiral of heroine use and almost dies.
The perfect gamma love story.
Except Clapton wasn’t a Gamma.
Speaking of the devil, Jon del Arroz recently read a foreword Gaiman wrote for another book:
J.B.C. MacBride had a secret.
“You mustn’t tell anyone.”
“Okay.”
Richard had no problem with the idea of keeping secrets. In later years he realised that he was a walking repository of old secrets, secrets that his original confidantes had probably long forgotten.
They were walking, with their arms over each other’s shoulders, up to the woods at the back of the school.
Richard had, unasked, been gifted with another secret in these woods: it is here that three of Richard’s schoolfriends have meetings with girls from the village, and where, he has been told, they display to each other their genitalia.
“I can’t tell you who told me any of this.”“Okay,” said Richard.
“I mean, it’s true. And it’s a deadly secret.”
“Fine.”
MacBride had been spending a lot of time recently with Mr Aliquid, the school chaplain.
“Well, everybody has two angels. God gives them one and Satan gives them one. So when you get hypnotised, Satan’s angel takes control. And that’s how Ouija boards work. It’s Satan’s angel. And you can implore your God’s angel to talk through you. But real enlightenment only occurs when you can talk to your angel. He tells you secrets.”
This was the first time that it had occurred to Grey that the Church of England might have its own esoterica, its own hidden caballah.
The other boy blinked owlishly. “You mustn’t tell anyone that. I’d get into trouble if they knew I’d told you.”
“Fine.”
There was a pause.
“Have you ever wanked off a grown up?” asked MacBride.
“No.” Richard’s own secret was that he had not yet begun to masturbate. All of his friends masturbated, continually, alone and in pairs or groups. He was a year younger than them, and couldn’t understand what the fuss was about; the whole idea made him uncomfortable.
“Spunk everywhere. It’s thick and oozy. They try to get you to put their cocks in your mouth when they shoot off.”
“Eugh.”
“It’s not that bad.” There was a pause. “You know, Mr Aliquid thinks you’re very clever. If you wanted to join his private religious discussion group, he might say yes.”
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MAN??
This is disgusting! Who writes about teenagers wanking off grown ups? I mean, that's gotta be a whole new level of creep. This is a book for TEENAGE GIRLS! This guy is sick to his bones!
Ohh, why you gotta hate on gammas so much? HERE! That's why! Fucking creeps and pedos!
If you are a parent, please watch out what your kids read. Apparently the gamma doesn't need close proximity to still fuck with your child's psyche.
So apparently that's another thing Gaiman and Stephen King have in common, they enjoy graphic descriptions of teenage circle jerks and of men soliciting boys for bjs in the absolute most disgusting terms possible. Noted.
Its also poor writing. Can't even tell who is speaking in the dialogue. No dialogue attributions.
I’ve been calling REO Speedwagon “wuss rock” forever. It all makes sense now.
I don't know the numbers, but my personal observation is that most Steven King readers are women. Anybody else notice the same thing? If so, does anyone have a theory on why that's the case?
Some women write to serial killers in jail. Some sort of attraction towards open evil as power maybe.
I've seen women desperately justify to a group why something they clearly didn't like is actually brilliant, just so they agree with the "consensus." Funnier, I've seen a whole group gaslight themselves that way.
King is a "genius author."
Gammas seem to be the most strikingly defined personality. The characteristics described by Vox are always 100% present leaving no doubt who you’re dealing with. The only thing lacking is a sign around their necks. As soon as Stephen King started killing children in his novels, it was time to step away. Far away.
His books are not horror: they are disturbing in the worst way possible.
And any mind that can come up with that stuff should be examined, thoroughly.
This is a good example as to why covetousness is a sin. Desiring to have what your friend has, and hopelessly pining for someone else’s woman never ends well. Sure, maybe you eventually win her over and take off with her, then the Greeks show up at your city with a big wooden horse and everything falls apart. It just isn’t worth it.
I absolutely loved Steven King. Then I turned 11.
Album cover reminds me of Beetlejuice where 700 yr old invincible ghost forces a 16yr old goth girl to marry him. Looking it up there's a lot of discussion of Beetlejuice as a groomer.
From wiki: "The character of Betelgeuse—envisioned in the first draft as a winged demon who takes on the form of a short man—is also intent on killing the Deetzes rather than scaring them and wants sex from Lydia instead of marriage. In this version of the script, Betelgeuse need only be exhumed from his grave to be summoned, after which he is free to wreak havoc; he can be summoned, but not controlled, by saying his name three times and wanders the world freely, tormenting different characters in different manifestations."
These songs are a corruption of something so profound in the human heart that it can't be denied.
That is belief in God. All of these songs can be replaced with God and work the same. The ruling classes led people off it because presumably they wanted to engage in things that religious people would never allow.
Couldn't one argue that some religious men of the past were almost obsessive in their passion?
It's a category error to think of women in this pure way. As if you will be completed by her.
"His love so great but the soul singers spurn Him
To sing their love to some unknown reckless girl"
SSH has really opened up the mind set of the gamma. I used to think this was a harmless and generic pop song and never paid attention to the lyrics. But reading them now it is clearly written in the language of a gamma pinning away for his secret queen while trying to get out of the friend zone. It seems harmless at first until he kicks in her door in the middle of the night.
It's been a bit painful, realizing that so many of the songs I have loved were poison to my young mind.
The worst thing you can do for most songs you like is actually listen to the lyrics.
It is poison! There are so many of these sugar-coated pop songs that have affected millions of kids, and I'm convinced the record industry did this on purpose, so as to sabotage young men and turn them toward gammahood. For this reason, i make my kids listen to instrumentals, rock or pop songs that i choose, or Weird Al.
The gangster rap is obvious poison. But how much of the rest of mass media music has been consumed and adopted without question?