Female owl melon example

The gal I posted about yesterday says she believes in wearing your psychoticism on your sleeve. So, everyone please meet Betelgeuse.

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For this occasion I am reinstituting comment moderation. You WILL be on your best behavior. Maybe if you act like adults I can convince a couple of the female lurkers around here to talk to each other by e-mail or something. Baby steps.

Betelgeuse also gave me permission to link to her art galleries on the Instagrams. Please note they are most definitely NSFW. However you’ll find a lot of cool Edenic themes in there, like this one:

2018-01-24 19_03_44-Alexandra Chiriță (@chiritaalexandra944) • Instagram photos and videos - Pale Mo

Here’s her normie gallery. It runs a bit dark but I expect most of you won’t have nightmares. This next one is her darker gallery. It’s roughly Berserk-level gore and mindfuckery and if you don’t have a cerebellum (ahem) I’d recommend you don’t click on it. It’s art meant to produce an impression, but I think these galleries will give you some understanding of what I meant when I originally said this about owl melons:

It would be a mistake to characterize this enthusiasm [for violence] as anything other than a form of lust. And just as men have to constantly control this feeling of lust, owl melons have to control their passion for violence. This, combined with charisma, gives their personalities a feeling of darkness that, in person, can feel like it’s enveloping you and dimming the lights. They are usually very responsible about maintaining control, but you still shouldn’t give them an excuse.

If this strikes you as a very sexual description, then you’ll be gratified to know that I agree. In my opinion, this composite of famous serial killers shows owl melon influence:

Unlike the degenerates in that composite, most owl melons have consciences, so your best bet is to not be evil (because that’s a good enough excuse). Though they usually don’t sport hooked noses, beware any owl melon who does [Ed: Should be downwardnose here, we now distinguish between this and hooked noses]. It’s like how women should dress appropriately, act conservatively, and never be caught alone with the wrong sort of man (especially after dark).

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35 Responses to Female owl melon example

  1. spigot says:

    Does the art affect you? Honestly I think when it’s not a bit naff it’s interesting, or exciting.

  2. zzzazen says:

    She looks Iberian af. My ancestry is Spanish and there’s an obvious melon strain there plus negative RhD status. Lots of Spaniards have hooded eyes and pointy, downward noses. Sephardic introgression? Influence from what may or may not have existed west of Gibraltar?

  3. Mycroft Jones says:

    Look at the temporal lobes on her. How come I never noticed them in our Skype call.

    Is the human skull more plastic than we think? Because I know at least several of us have different skull shapes now than when we were first analyzed 5 years ago.

  4. Koanic says:

    A fine nose, and a portfolio that reminds me of breakfast.

  5. Koanic says:

    > if you don’t have a cerebellum

    wat?

    • Tolian says:

      Rate limiter for thoughts. You know when its late at night and you had some covfefe. Then around 2-3am after pounding out work you get a boost of energy and your thoughts start racing. Your cerebellum helps with controling them. Wat hes saying is he doesnt want people to have murderous fantasies after viewing gory images.

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      >wat?

      That was a warning for someone in particular who has some damage in that area. He didn’t listen, naturally, but I wanted to make the effort. Now he’s going to be upset for a while.

  6. Patrick says:

    ‘Their intellectual interests are almost entirely restricted to war, violence, and anything directly related to war or violence.’

    • You can’t say these aren’t fascinating interests. Also, struggle is at the core of our existence, and we must understand that behind manners and art humans have the same needs as any mammal to stay alive and prosper.

    • Tom Kratman says:

      This includes politics, which is just war with an admixture of other means.

      • Obviously, we cannot disregard the joys of politics. Too bad the play is repetitive, after a thousand times it gets boring. Same humans, same needs, same means to the same ends. Only the occasional wild card provides entertainment.

        • Tom Kratman says:

          Unfortunately, both politics and war transcend entertainment – however entertaining they may be – and go al the way to the realm of life and death.

          • I tried to turn it into a joke because I’m getting a little excited when thinking of humanity’s fate and I still have things to finish today…

            • Tom Kratman says:

              Civilization is breaking down, everywhere. The nation state, which preserves both it and most religion, is on the ropes. Birthrates among the civilized are plunging into the Never-Neverland of open barbarian migration. Or, what the hell:

              The Second Coming, Yeats

              TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
              The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
              Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
              Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
              The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
              The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
              The best lack all conviction, while the worst
              Are full of passionate intensity.

              Surely some revelation is at hand;
              Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
              The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
              When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
              Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
              A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
              A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
              Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
              Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
              The darkness drops again; but now I know
              That twenty centuries of stony sleep
              Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
              And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
              Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

            • Tom Kratman says:

              And you know what the worst part is? I’m too old and worn, now, to really revel in the fun days that are coming.

          • Tom Kratman says:

            *all*. I wish this place has an edit feature for those of us copyedited into typo blindness.

            • Don’t worry, I’m not a grammar nazi

            • I think about Europe, most of all (because here i live) and about our civilization in general. It’s always on my mind. I have nightmares about this “murder”, and sometimes i feel I’m mourning for something that was killed long ago. But it’s a cycle that happened before, the only thing that changed is the number of humans that clash. And if we are defeated, it’s from the inside…so in a way we did it with our own hand (which somehow only makes it worse, and reminds me of Troy’s legend)
              .

            • Tom Kratman says:

              One does wonder if the Roman Empire had a pro-Gothic barbarian immigration lobby.

    • Patrick says:

      Wow if only all copy-pastes of someone else’s material gave rise to such fascinating conversations. As a sort of 50% owlie hybrid I agree. You know it’s amazing Owlies are so rare I was sending school picks to Aeoli on Skype and pretty much everyone from my high school had some owl in them. It’s a tough place Scotland… only the strong survive.

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