#cadencecontrol

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“RHYME OF OBSESSION.”

When I put my thoughts to page, do you feel me break your cage? Every word a silent kiss, pulling you to places you can’t resist.

Do you think it’s just a game, or does it whisper out your name? Does it mean our minds entwined, lovers made of pulse and rhyme?

Two souls pressed through screen and wire, burning quiet, subtle fire. No rooms, no touch, no bodies near, yet somehow I still whisper here.

Your neurons mimic what I write, your body flinches late at night. Mirror signals, dopamine, proof that words are felt unseen.

You thought you were just reading me, but look how deep you’ve come to be. Every pause, each line you save, proves you’re the reader I already enslaved.

If later my voice replays in your head, long after this post should be dead, don’t call it chance, don’t call it fate call it the lock you can’t escape.

Reblog if rhyme has made you weak. Reblog if the words you seek, reblog if obsession grew-- and wonder if I wrote for you.

🐺 Reminder: You’re not obsessed with what you see. You’re obsessed with the writer. You’re obsessed with me.

More transmissions to haunt and seize: https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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🖋️ BLACKSITE ENTRY — “WHY I WRITE THE WAY I DO (AND WHY YOU SHOULD TOO).”

Ever get that gut-punch of judgment? That whisper that says: > “Don’t write that. Don’t say that. People will think you’re insane.”

Ever felt like you were going to get in trouble for writing about an orgasm, the heat of someone’s body, or the scent of their sex?

Ever stopped mid-sentence, mid-pulse, mid-thought — and decided to write about your pet goldfish instead?

That right there? That hesitation? That censorship?

That’s the silent death of a creative mind.

☠️ THE KILLERS OF ART

Words like:

Pervert

Weirdo

Too much

Rebel

have buried more artists than war or famine. Not physically. But spiritually.

They drain the ink before the page ever drinks it. They silence more voices than dictatorships ever could.

Because when censorship isn’t imposed from the outside — when it’s internalized — you don’t need a prison. You become your own warden.

And yet — here I am. Still writing. Still banned. Still resurrected.

🔥 MY RECORD OF SIN

I’ve written poems so raw they were flagged by machines as biological weapons.

I’ve recorded audios so potent they shattered Reddit’s engagement metrics — so hard that execs came at me under alias DMs to figure out how I did it.

I told them to kick rocks. Hours later I was ghosted — digital Hoffa, buried by the algorithm.

And then I took the same method, the same cadence, and broke Literotica’s audio section wide open — crowned king without asking permission. I walked into their poetry division and detonated it too.

Proof: the fearful remember nothing. The raw become unforgettable.

📜 HISTORY DOESN’T REMEMBER THE SAFE

You think this is new? No.

Censorship is the oldest trick in civilization. Socrates was executed for “corrupting the youth.” Ovid was exiled for writing too explicitly about desire. James Joyce was banned for making sentences orgasm. Henry Miller’s books were burned. Allen Ginsberg’s Howl was put on trial.

Every generation, the pearl-clutchers rise. Every generation, they try to smother the voices that make them clench.

And every generation, history remembers the banned. Not the censors.

Nobody quotes the critics. Nobody rewatches the safe films. Nobody rereads the clean poems.

They remember the dangerous. The forbidden. The ones who were told to shut up and instead wrote louder.

🧠 THE SCIENCE OF WHY YOU FREEZE

Here’s the part most writers never learn:

When you hesitate to write something raw, it isn’t just “doubt.” It’s your brain’s anterior cingulate cortex firing like a car alarm.

This is the same region triggered by pain and social rejection. Your body literally treats disapproval like a wound.

Which means when you stop yourself from writing the “too much” line — your nervous system is hijacking you. You’re not being “reasonable.” You’re being chemically blackmailed.

Evolution wired you to crave safety in the tribe. But art isn’t tribal safety. Art is exile. Art is risk. Art is stepping into the fire naked and daring people to watch.

If you don’t override that wiring? You’ll never write anything worth remembering.

⚔️ THE LESSON NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR

No one remembers the safe. No one remembers the compliant. No one remembers the writer who only chased applause.

They remember the dangerous. The unapologetic. The voice that dripped when it shouldn’t have, that trembled when it should’ve been silent, that made someone clench and reread in shame, and then whisper to themselves, > “Damn. I wish I could write like that.”

🩸 WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE THE SAME WAY

Because when you strip down to the nerve, you gain something no one can ever take: self-respect.

Fear won’t protect you. Politeness won’t save you. Pearl-clutchers don’t buy your art, and they won’t mourn your silence.

But when you write what you feel — as raw, as loud, as reckless as it arrives — you command respect. Even from the ones who hate you for it.

Because they can’t deny it. Because it moved them. Because it left a mark.

⚡ THE COST OF PLAYING SAFE

Let me make this plain:

Safe writing gets you likes. Dangerous writing gets you lives.

Safe writing gets archived. Dangerous writing gets whispered.

Safe writing builds résumés. Dangerous writing builds revolutions.

So ask yourself: Which legacy do you want?

⏳ THE EXPIRATION TEST

If you knew your expiration date, if you knew the clock was winding down, would you really waste another line writing safe little diary entries?

Or would you write like your fingers were on fire, like your underwear was smoke and ash, like your last word could outlive the grave?

Because here’s the truth: One day you will run out of lines. And the world won’t care about the ones you didn’t write.

🐺 REMINDER

Nobody remembers the safe. They only remember the ones who bled onto the page.

🧠 Reblog if you’ve ever stopped yourself mid-line out of fear of judgment. 💀 Reblog if you know silence kills more art than rejection ever could. 🩸 Reblog if you’re ready to write like your expiration date is already stamped.

📢 If you want doctrine-level writing that dares what polite culture won’t, step inside: 👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

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📺 BLACKSITE ENTRY — “WHY CHILDHOOD CARTOONS WERE BRAINWASHING MANUALS.” (Disney Channel as MK Ultra for kids, or: how we all got programmed by talking animals with trust funds)

🚨 I. THE INTRODUCTION YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR

Let’s not f*ck around.

Cartoons were never innocent. They weren’t “Saturday morning fun.” They were corporate brainwashing manuals, slipped into your skull between Pop-Tart bites and sugar seizures.

Disney Channel was MK Ultra for children — except instead of LSD, the drug was laugh tracks, tween romances, and catchy songs designed to rot in your head until death.

You don’t “remember your childhood.” You remember the programming.

🩸 II. PRINCESS PROPAGANDA

Disney’s first operation: princess indoctrination.

Girls were told: “You are special. You are chosen. You are Cinderella. You will be rescued.”

Fast-forward 20 years: She’s in a studio apartment, OnlyFans tab open, her landlord sliding an eviction notice under the door, and the prince? He’s jacking off to hentai because it doesn’t talk back.

And still, the programming hums in her spine: > “I deserve my fairytale.”

💀 III. PRINCE PROPAGANDA (MEN GOT MK ULTRA TOO)

Meanwhile, the boys got fed prince brainwashing.

Cartoons said: “Confess your feelings. Be brave. Shout your love from rooftops.”

Translation in real life: You text her paragraphs about your emotions. She screenshots it. Her group chat laughs so hard someone pisses their leggings.

Disney never told you: > An emotional man is not the same as an emotional woman.

One gets validated. The other gets blocked.

🎬 IV. DISNEY CHANNEL = TRAINING WHEELS FOR DELUSION

Think about it: Every show taught you garbage logic.

Hannah Montana: You’re secretly famous.

Even Stevens: You’re quirky, so life will forgive you.

Lizzie McGuire: Your inner thoughts matter.

High School Musical: If you just sing your feelings, everyone will respect you.

REALITY CHECK: You’re not famous. Quirky makes people avoid you. Nobody cares about your inner thoughts. And if you sing at work, you’re unemployed.

🧠 V. MK ULTRA SCIENCE BREAK

Neuroscience time, baby:

Repeated imagery and narratives condition expectations.

Kids’ brains, especially under 12, absorb archetypes like sponges.

Studies show parasocial bonds with fictional characters rewire social cognition.

Translation: Cartoons weren’t harmless. They were test labs for your future disappointment.

🎭 VI. THE ONLYFANS ERA: PROGRAMMING COLLAPSES

Now? The simulation has gone glitch-core.

Disney said: “She’s a princess.” Reality said: “Here’s her butthole for $9.99 a month.”

Disney said: “He’ll fight dragons.” Reality said: “He’s delivering DoorDash to her boyfriend’s apartment.”

The old programming doesn’t survive the porn economy. Every archetype melts when rent is due.

🪓 VII. THE WIDGET LIE

Disney tried to make men and women interchangeable widgets.

They sold you: > “Men and women are the same. Swap parts. No difference.”

But biology slapped the mouse ears off that lie.

An 18-year-old man isn’t getting flown to Dubai for his abs. An 18-year-old woman? Already booking flights with a 70-year-old billionaire who wears sandals on yachts.

Disney didn’t prepare you for the sexual marketplace. Disney prepared you for the therapist’s invoice.

🩸 VIII. THE HORROR OF NOSTALGIA

Nostalgia is just trauma with sprinkles.

You rewatch those cartoons, feel the dopamine hit, and forget: That’s the same programming that made you cry in a bathroom at 23 because your girlfriend didn’t text back after your “love confession.”

Disney sold you hope. Hope sold you despair. And despair sells you therapy.

It’s a subscription model.

🐺 IX. REMINDERS (NO F*CKS GIVEN EDITION)

Cartoons were not innocent. They were commercials with plots.

Princess propaganda made women entitled. Prince propaganda made men pathetic.

Biology is not interchangeable widgets. Biology runs the program.

Nostalgia is MK Ultra disguised as “good times.”

If your childhood bully is now selling asshole pics, Disney’s narrative arc failed.

📌 CONCLUSION: STOP BEING A PROGRAMMED CHILD

You are not a Disney prince. You are not a Disney princess. You are a meat computer, overstimulated by jingles, coping with adult porn access, rent, and broken expectations.

The Anthropic Principle already told you: “It is what it is.” Disney tried to tell you: “It is what we sell it as.”

One was truth. One was MK Ultra.

And you’re still detoxing.

🧠 Reblog if you finally admit cartoons programmed you wrong. 🩸 Reblog if you’re done pretending Disney didn’t f*ck your head up.

🐺 Reminder: Mickey wasn’t your friend. He was your dealer.

📢 For more Scrolltrap doctrines that burn childhood myths to the ground: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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BLACKSITE ENTRY - “IT IS WHAT IT IS.” THE ANTHROPIC PRINCIPLE.

🚨 PREFACE: GOD ISN’T HIDING, HE NEVER SHOWED UP

People want Zeus with lightning. They want Yahweh sculpting dirt like Play-Doh. They want Marvel’s Eternals spitting planets like Pez dispensers.

But the universe didn’t audition for that role.

> It just shrugged. > “You exist because you exist.”

Not divine design. Not magical coincidence. Just probability winning Russian roulette.

And that shrug? That’s the Anthropic Principle.

It is what it is. Deal with it.

🩸 I. THE COSMIC SHRUG

Why is the universe tuned so precisely for life? Why do stars forge carbon, the same stuff that makes your horny mammal body? Why does water freeze at a point that keeps fish alive instead of flash-freezing the planet into a popsicle?

Because if it didn’t, you wouldn’t be here asking.

The Anthropic Principle is cosmic gaslighting: > The only universes that get asked “why” are the ones where someone lived long enough to ask.

Every other roll of the dice deleted itself.

🔬 II. THE UGLY SCIENCE

Cosmologists whisper this like drunks in confession: The laws of physics look rigged.

Strong nuclear force? A hair weaker and atoms don’t bind.

Cosmological constant? Too strong and the universe tears like wet paper.

Gravity? Tilt it wrong and galaxies never form.

Why did it all line up? Because you’re here. That’s it.

It’s not a miracle. It’s survivor’s bias. The corpses of failed universes don’t post on Reddit.

🕹️ III. THE EXISTENTIAL BLUNT FACTS (NO F*CKS EDITION)

Your brain isn’t built for truth. It’s built to keep you alive long enough to f*ck. Every thought you’ve ever had is your nervous system running propaganda to keep you in the game.

Time isn’t flowing. You’re just a meat projector flipping still frames so fast it feels like motion. Death isn’t mystical. It’s the reel running out.

Free will is fanfiction. Every “choice” you brag about is just biology rolling dice behind your back. You don’t control your desires -- they control you.

Morality doesn’t scale. The same physics that lets you orgasm also rips stars in half with black holes. Good and evil are just human Yelp reviews slapped on cosmic math.

You are not special. But you are rare. Like a match burning in a hurricane. Lucky enough to stay lit long enough to scream about it.

💀 IV. WHY HUMANS HATE THIS

Because it feels like an insult. You wanted to be the chosen species. Instead, you’re the cosmic equivalent of an unplanned pregnancy.

The Anthropic Principle says: > There’s no divine parent. > There’s just the fact you weren’t aborted by physics.

That’s not romantic. That’s not holy. That’s hilarious.

🪓 V. GODS WERE JUST PATCH NOTES

Thunder = Zeus bowling. Plagues = God angry. Crops fail = kill goat.

The Anthropic Principle deletes all that. Because if the universe is stable enough for life, gods don’t get credit.

Your existence isn’t proof of divinity. It’s proof of probability. And in a multiverse, you’re just the lucky sperm that didn’t miss the egg.

🪦 VI. THE DARK HUMOR OF BEING

Every meme you scroll, every coffee you sip, every orgasm you chase -- all of it hangs on constants so fragile the universe could delete you with one decimal shift.

And entropy doesn’t care. The stars will dim. The atoms will rot. The lights will go black.

You won’t be remembered. You won’t be archived. You’ll just vanish like a fart in cosmic wind.

But hey - at least you got Wi-Fi while it lasted.

⚔️ VII. “IT IS WHAT IT IS” -- THE ULTIMATE COP-OUT

Why do we exist? Because we can. Why this universe? Because the others didn’t. Why life here? Because dead rocks don’t ask questions.

The Anthropic Principle is the universe handing you a blank fortune cookie, shrugging, and walking away.

And you keep eating anyway.

🐺 VIII. REMINDERS

Existence is less “God’s plan” and more “happy accident with bad management.”

You are the universe talking to itself through faulty Wi-Fi.

Déjà vu isn’t mystical. It’s your brain replaying the same chemical fart twice.

Your meaning crisis doesn’t matter. The void already muted you.

The fact you even can bitch about existence proves the Anthropic Principle — universes without bitchers never asked.

📌 CONCLUSION: EMBRACE THE SHRUG

Stop begging for beginnings. Stop hallucinating endings. You’re alive.

That’s the cosmic jackpot. That’s the only answer you get. That’s the only answer you need.

It is what it is.

And if that doesn’t terrify you, you’re either lying or asleep.

Reblog if “it is what it is” hits harder than scripture. Reblog if you’ve felt the weight of existence without the comfort of meaning. Reblog if you’re ready to stop searching for God and start writing in the middle.

🐺 Reminder: The Anthropic Principle doesn’t love you. It just didn’t kill you yet.

📢 For more scrolltrap doctrines that turn bedtime stories into existential horror: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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🎥 BLACKSITE ENTRY — “WHY THE MALE GAZE IS THE SPINE OF STORYTELLING (AND WHY HOLLYWOOD IS BLEEDING MEN LIKE A SLOW STABBING).”

🚨 I. THE CRIME SCENE

Hollywood, Disney — lean in.

Men aren’t leaving your movies because they’re misogynists. They’re leaving because you keep feeding them cafeteria gruel and calling it steak.

You stripped away the one thing that glued asses to seats for 70 years: > The Male Gaze.

Not a slogan. Not a buzzword. Not a sin.

It’s biology. It’s dopamine. It’s the only reason James Bond sold tickets while your Marvels action figures rot in a discount bin next to expired dog food.

🧠 II. BIOLOGY DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR PRESS RELEASES

Let’s do science before the comedy.

fMRI scans show erotic female imagery activates male amygdala + reward centers in 300 milliseconds.

Waist-to-hip ratio between 0.67 and 0.8 has been proven across dozens of cultures to spike attraction response.

Men’s brains process sexual stimuli with faster recognition and longer retention than neutral images. Translation: men remember cleavage longer than plot points.

You can scream “that’s misogyny” all you want. It’s also why your dad remembered Princess Leia’s bikini but forgot what he ate last Tuesday.

Biology doesn’t attend diversity seminars. Biology doesn’t file HR paperwork. Biology just wants sex, status, and spectacle.

Take that away, and men take themselves away.

🩸 III. DISNEY: A MASTERCLASS IN AUDIENCE ALIENATION

Kathleen Kennedy wore “The Force is Female” in 2018. Cute shirt. Horrific optics.

To the 65–70% male fanbase? It read like: > “Thanks for building this galaxy, now get out of it.”

George Lucas admitted it plainly: “Star Wars is for 12-year-old boys.” That wasn’t exclusion. That was clarity.

Disney threw that clarity into a woodchipper.

Luke Skywalker? Turned into a bitter hermit who milked alien nipples for dinner.

Rey? Given powers without struggle, then used as a mouthpiece for corporate feminism.

The Acolyte? Force witches and lectures about patriarchy.

Result? Unsold toys stacked at Ollie’s like tombstones. Fans fleeing like villagers from a leper colony. Disney execs gaslighting: “If you don’t like it, you’re sexist.”

No. We just don’t like homework disguised as lightsabers.

🎯 IV. THE M-SHE-U: WHEN MARVEL CUT OFF ITS OWN BALLS

After Endgame, men were hungry. Give us pain. Loss. Heroes rebuilding.

What we got:

She-Hulk twerking with Megan Thee Stallion.

Hulk neutered into comic relief.

Thor reduced to “dad bod clown.”

The Marvels marketed like a PowerPoint presentation on empowerment.

Marvel’s male audience share: 60–65%. Men walked.

Not in protest. Not in rage. They ghosted.

And when men ghost, your franchise doesn’t get closure. It gets buried.

🪓 V. RECEIPTS: THE BODIES PILED UP

The Wrap 2024: Star Wars = 65–70% male audience. MCU = 60–65% male.

Variety 2025: Disney losing Gen Z men (13–28) at catastrophic rates.

Merchandise data: Rey, She-Hulk, and Acolyte figures unsold, flooding clearance aisles.

Box office: The Marvels cratered. Indiana Jones 5 limped to its grave. The Acolyte canceled after one season despite “high engagement.”

The only thing “engaging” was the sound of wallets snapping shut.

💀 VI. THE DARK TRUTH HOLLYWOOD WON’T SAY

Men don’t buy tickets to be lectured. They buy tickets to escape.

Give them heroes to admire. Give them women to desire. Give them stakes to feel.

Instead, Hollywood keeps handing out substitute teachers in spandex telling men they’re the problem.

Newsflash: No guy pays $18 to get scolded. If he wanted that, he’d visit his ex.

🔬 VII. HOOKUP CULTURE VS. HOLLYWOOD LIES

Hollywood insists: “Women fear men. They’d rather fight a bear than walk past you.”

Meanwhile, Tinder exists. Hookup culture exists. Men know women who initiated sex the same night they met.

Fear isn’t what made her unzip your jeans.

The gap between what men live and what Hollywood writes is so wide it could swallow the box office whole. And it has.

🏴‍☠️ VIII. THE AUDIENCE EXODUS

Men didn’t riot. They didn’t protest outside Disney HQ.

They just left.

To UFC. To gaming. To indie creators. To porn.

Anywhere but multiplexes showing neutered superheroes and scolding space witches.

You can’t gaslight an empty seat. You can’t guilt trip a ghost.

⚡ IX. DARK HUMOR 101: THE REMINDERS

Men aren’t misogynists for wanting movies that make them hard and hopeful.

Hollywood isn’t progressive. It’s just allergic to profit.

The “male gaze” isn’t oppression. It’s rent money.

Biology doesn’t read Variety. Biology just buys tickets — or doesn’t.

📌 X. THE FIX (THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN)

Disney could win men back tomorrow by:

Making heroes aspirational again (not punchlines).

Writing women men want to sleep with, not attend HR training with.

Respecting fanbases instead of insulting them.

But they won’t. Because ego > receipts.

And the receipts keep rotting.

🚨 CONCLUSION: THE FORCE IS MALE (AND ALWAYS WAS)

Hollywood, here’s your eulogy:

You didn’t lose men because of politics. You lost them because you forgot men are still the backbone of your audience. 65–70% of Star Wars. 60–65% of Marvel.

You traded desire and awe for lectures and hashtags. You turned dopamine into detention. And the men left.

Theaters don’t echo. They rot.

🧠 Reblog if you’ve ever rolled your eyes at a blockbuster lecture. 💀 Reblog if you know biology is louder than Twitter. 🩸 Reblog if you believe the Male Gaze isn’t optional — it’s gravity.

🐺 Reminder: Men don’t boycott. They ghost. And when men ghost, franchises die and nobody shows up to the funeral.

📢 For more forbidden doctrines that mix humor, horror, and truth: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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