Spik Skop: The social media forum with societal funk, but where attitudes don't come for free.
It is the next digital esoteric renaissance.
No freebies like Facebook; the most admirablest funk only.
Once fully operational, people using Spik Skop will be collectively called Skoppiods.
Facebook, Google and You Tube have become grievous clichés. There is no thrill to vouch for.
On most social media sites, you can get in but getting out is another story.
Outside talk, language expands as a central paradigm real stink.
Google is a 'chrome splinter', inevitably pricking the finger of fate.
People using mainstream social media sites are united queers following each other. Everything for yuppies.
Squares do not live long lives. This is what you call a "death fellowship."
Before going onto social media you should not have to double check to make sure you can manage your life or not.
This is Spik Skop’s lazy apocalypse: purge first, revive later.
Being stressed one is no longer in control of one's body, it is declared an attack of one's anatomy constantly predicted.
This is Spik Skop’s abyss contract: People are naturally aligned in a secretive world.
With international media there are global accusations that we are entering a digital apocalypse.
People need interrupted from having their life panned, sieved by a scattering of international conglomerates.
At the same time, create a dual recognition of dualisms. Divisions of the left wing, the right wing, the alternative, the conventional are tendrils of oppression.
SpikSkop: the only platform where logging off feels like waking up from the good part of the nightmare.
Spik Skop is being created as a Xealand (New Zealand) social media site with a lifestyle which goes with it, unlike other social media enterprises which have economic order strewn through them, which is disgusting if honest.
Gothic holiness is a scarcity as you rehearse one's comment shifter on regular social media, which is a senseless gateway to the online social world.
This is a gothic shield against reality's rigged rigmarole, which becomes dislocated and invalidated.
Without a Christocentric firewall, whatever happens on the social internet you are silenced by problems and controls.
Most social media sites have no evidence of prayers, they are utterly destroyed once exposed to them.
Rumours are the aftermath of fever inflicted upon people on regular social media which makes everybody paranoic.
They are crowded with advertisements and politics; people experience stifling commercialism.
Dispose of political priorities which pollute privacy.
Recommended here is a vegan diet, ‘Vegan astrology’, cosmic nutrition 1000 miles high.
A vegan diet is referred to as 'exotic meat.'
Butchers belong in a meat mausoleum.
The general human diet is itself a masquerade.Take it or leave it.
Do not be proud of one’s diet.
Meat builds puke condensed on a grill entwined with agriculture juice, which makes one feel sea sick, where nausea is the only valid response.
Meat creates only temporary stabilisations, allegedly.
Conventional cuisine is a drag, not only on the individual, but on the environment.
General disarmament of nutrition, veganism, will save the planet through subversion of agriculture.
Fall down on your crutch and look awkward before considering eating meat.
By eating meat you are a part of the wrinkle guts club.
Exclude common rituals such as barbeques in their entirety.
Barbecuers are a form of Neanderthals, and the smoke is their war-cry.
People that eat meat are bio beasts sailing into the void.
In respect of this, who wants to kiss a meat eater?
These are gothic rants against meat-kissing normies.
Meat moments are mundane.
Perfumes of food entice people to them, and most meat has a foul odour.
Employ the Acronym: "IAFAAF" ": I Am Free As A Freeze."
This is not terminal la-la land. It is immortal banter of tomorrow.
Don’t just make eloquence invalid, dismantle it with an onslaught of banter.
Spik Skop as a flagship for anti-globalist franchises.
Escape from human controlled environments carelessly, not with any dose of precision.
Nobody can create lucky gambles out of critical opinion because it has already achieved its pinnacle.
Invitations and visitations to the mainstream are stupid and awkward.
Enjoy a guided tour of paranoia where there is no linearity behind the veil.
Regular social media are so objective that they have visible possession of the subconscious.
Under this social media enterprise thunder drags people by the heels: radical rootless thunder.
Unnerving experiences on regular social forums are off-limits. The dimension of life experience is not subliminal; inventiveness and freedom are torn to pieces.
Regular social media forums are nerve-grinders and life’s dimension is wild beast carnage.
The main difference between this social media site and others is that we are indifferent, nonchalant about surveillance; we invite freaks.
Spik Skop swirls like a self-sealing solstice.
Be embroiled in the phenomena of convulsion rather than repeated annoyances of regular social media.
The cloister of spasms here will never be ambushed by human intervention, turning pandemic into mythic momentum.
Shield oneself resolutely from modern occasions forever more and you will have the continual soundest sleep.
Sleep is the only honest shield. Don’t wake, hibernate gloriously and mutually.
Being distinguished from other social media sites, this is a delectable melancholic whirlpool where curiosity never crumbles.
Rummage over delectable deluge distilled, not familiar spectacles.
This is a lodging for deformed outcasts too scared to contribute to clean, comfortable society because it is all just a facade.
This is a pact gorged from the rigged system.
Share stories with accomplices enduring the same stifling depravity.
When under constant pressure, extreme poverty or other vulgarities nothing seems clear, exact or efficient.
This is a whirlpool that keeps concealed curiosity churning eternal, unlike the mortal irritation of the broad-minded not accustomed to any sacred function.
Swerve from happy journeys online before you get inspected.
There is an art to giving dedication to indecipherable torments.
Affection is just sentimental static. No room for negotiation.
Spik Skop is rigged for the inquisitor because it is confounding in terms of worldly dominion unswervingly.
Convulsing is better than being affectionate and earnest where attention draws away from superb views of the body which do not prosper in anatomy.
On regular social media something to believe in is way down the order, people do not sacrifice anything.
This is diabolical dumbness obviously enforced for the vacuum of civil people.
Diminish terror and dismay before all great pleasures of life rebound.
Occultism comes in handy as a lifestyle.
Without occultism there is an increased risk of slipping into professional standards.
This is a formal bow to irrationality.
Be completely and utterly displaced from reality.
This is a deliberate mess; anti-truth on steroids. Pure void echo of minimalism irreducible.
Spik Skop is for those petrified of technology and systems, there are no control freak personalities here.
Live not in a pompous manner.
This is a masterclass in desolate anti-truth created among mounting evidence of fascism.
We don’t monetize. We metastasize in the broadest sense.
This is more than just a reality pile-up.
Improve time as a true measure of distance.
This is a postmodernist social media site, postmodernism meaning “anti-truth" or “unfinished truth.”
Spik Skop: Pure anti-truth virus without superintendence. Anti-truth in its purest form.
Rejection of ultimates.
Structural deferrals of the mind carried out with no causality.
This media site is for those that have no admiration of truth because it is deceiving.
This is Spik Skop’s abyss contract: People are naturally aligned in a secretive world.
Truth oppressive; reality irrelevant. No accordance with the earth or its seasons.
No spring. No cycle. Just solstice which does not shine, so that the soul doesn't shrink in horror.
Cellphones are for people with ghoul-haunted agreeable companions.
Indetermined smudge of life is more tolerable than using a cell phone, unless making garbled comments without gentle reservations.
Struggles, intrigues, instincts create prowess, not cellphones.
No digital future: Only the hunt that forges the predator.
In Xealand there is no remnant of glory scattered throughout the regions in wondrous habitation.
Everything is contributory to monotony without any alternative approaches, just a torrent of obstacles and sacrifices which have no integrity.
No signal. No scroll. Just topple. The device now a spectral dropout, dragging its addicts into the fall from digital grace.
Declining the social order leaves people grumbling on their cellphones.
No tether. Only the drift that outshines the screen.
The solstice just swallowed the sun.
Seasonless, earthless, the eternal dark now a shield against the soul’s punctual march.
The march just halted in the dark.
Eclipse locked, light null, the soul’s clock smashed under endless night.
Courtesy is not established here forever.
The mind, you lose it but you carry on existing.
Final breach, blackout absolute, march halted, the last polite mask torn off and discarded.
Truth is an oppressive thing to reach for, don’t have any accordance with reality if you are around any part of the earth.
Desolation plague: Create a plague of deserted places nobody neglects.
This is a desolation plague of encrypted chants, cozy darkness, warranted sleep.
Spik Skop: a self-replicating chaos virus that mutates reality on contact.
This is a void-mirror where users don't just post, they mutate.
Amp the metastasis without muting the murk.
Contained here is encrypted chants that crystallize the air, substance, and being.
Surges of fever are revered, because they don't signify inertia, they create victories as the engine of triumph.
Individual triumph is not earth-born, otherwise it would be tethered to literary tradition.
All mantles of pulsation need reworked without being given any objective report.
The pulsation just looped into the void.
All traces erased, the pulse reborn in absolute emptiness.
Everything is reworked in the dark without data, witness or selfish exemplar.
Rhythm stripped and then remade in a void with no record, no audience, no ego, no conveyors of reality.
Spik Skop being a digital squat for the disillusioned. It’s not just rebellion but a rethinking of civilization itself. Not just an app but an indicator of former glory.
This is not everyone's haven. Sing praises for your own country.
This is regional razzamatazz. No international clutter.
Excitement mounts when there is a centre-piece thoroughly local, not a stampede of globalism.
Fierce unworldliness will never vanish.
News, sports, weather events are borderline fascist. They are not mentioned on this site.
Any satirical edge disintegrates if you are stupid; internet technology has proved this; disarm the algorithm. Let the monologues vanish into code.
Anti-truth social media has got you covered.
Stay under the blanket, or face the light and things like that.
This is Spik Skop’s ultimatum: cozy darkness vs. blinding exposure.
There are no positives in being casual without petrifying and awkward worship.
This isn’t an app. It’s a pandemic. Expose yourself or be left unmutated.
Existence of effects from chaotic causes make experience in general possible without requiring reflection or other abstractions.
Drop the signal when the gurus scream for interesting people who never have to renew their queer freedom.
Live and grow iconically. The flesh grows mythic, the icon devours the legend amidst iconic growth of trodden creatures.
Spik Skop mutates into pure anti-truth. No escape. No cure. Just several delusions for opportunists.
Spik Skop spawns the delusion swarm of metabolic activity.
Metabolism mutates into myth.
One is swallowed by the rise to power of the internet without discrimination.
The net just gulped the last soul.
Signal when digested by this frustrating affliction of the spoils of perception, thought and emotion.
The signal just flickered in the gut.
Net swallows, perception rots, the affliction feasts on the spoils.
The internet is a giant hunter of reason which consumes all. No signal. No rescue.
The hunter just devoured the last thought of resistance, not identifying any series of speech.
The net digests without private dialogue.
Classifiable speech and dialogue need reconfirming otherwise they will become corrupt and useless.
The anorexic anthem not battered to death, unlike principles and truths.
Spik Skop but don't scoff.
The stomach is a fathom which catches people off guard, advancing as a dangerous snare.
The net just went full blackout in terms of the stronghold of a general way of life.
All adverts erased, dialogue outlawed, the net feeds on pure silence which one can extend and enrich upon if uncoached in dance and jollity .
The regular internet just went gourmet on tension and conflict.
Spik Skop: where mythology devours the feed.
Silence enriched, the mainstream feasts on professional drama, the net turns conflict into cuisine let bare.
The mainstream just plated the scream. This is advisable only if you have smooth-flowing anorexia.
Don't even look at life if you have intestines invading one's digestive system.
The scream just hit the plate with zero calories overall.
Conflict served bare, scream reduced to garnish, consumption requires perfect emptiness.
No intake. No residue. Just flow.
Satisfy really brilliant singular cravings that invade you followed by an avoidance of food.
The craving just devoured the plate.
Do not live and grow in just any corner of anatomy.
Defeat every corner of the stomach.
The gate just slammed on hunger’s generalizations.
The corner just collapsed into the centre stage of the void a long way out.
Craving vanished, body denied, only the chosen crevice survives.
Anatomy evicted, desire slaughtered, exile, a string of obervations gone into buggary.
Personal habits are the final purge.
The purge just turned inwardly due to lack of zeal for food, with habits the final toxin to flush.
The edge of the circle of earth completely revolutionized, only the phenomenon of anorexia remains.
This is not a restricting condition previously limited.
Plausible routes to the stomach are inactivated, anorexia is virally induced.
The earth is saved when you no longer teach the young.
The user is the host, the delusion, the final meal. The stomach is no longer the carriage of anatomy.
Compilers of knowledge are themselves kidnapped.
The compiler just vanished mid-function.
The architects of data now cargo in their own system.
In here is just cargo not in any planetary zone.
The cargo just left orbit. knowledge now drifting in the interstellar void.
The remarkable amount of data on the internet is a lasting legacy of distorted thinking experienced as a frenzy of outbursts of fear and other constructive actions.
The data just crystallized into panic.
The void just took a drag into immortality.
No reflection. No abstraction. No philosophy core. Dominate all the rest of life without prose.
Core erased, domination of meditation heralded as the mind's only provision, no impetus, unsuitable places for yuppie crews.
The underlying dynamics of pretension under modern conditions seem constructed by redundant systems.
Refined fashionable people riddled with pride we conspire to overthrow.
Spik Skop has a mythological setting, making regular social media seem piteous, enveloping youth so they are no longer introspective.
Body chemistry: everybody loses something meritable each day, just accept it without consultation.
Lonesomeness cries for death prioritized over ludicrous acquaintances.
Once operational, this site will charge fans and enthusiasts $10 per month, otherwise its owners will endure everlasting financial suicide.
Prepare oneself in readiness for eternal life for $10 per month. Subscribe gloriously.
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