Does Being Gay Mean You’re Into Men? – Roscoe Adler

January 18, 2026

Yeah. Now, I write these words because I am bored and angry at the world. First of all, I made up scenarios in my head about my art history teacher. She was such a bitch in them I can’t even. But now we’re going the other way. Well not other way. Same direction. Nothing’s changed actually. These past few sentences have been a waste of my energy, water, the energy of computers who will load this file up in the future. And I may have doomed humanity for it. Okay. Don’t use your computer for like an hour tomorrow so I’ll be even, reader. I declare it to be so.

I got a doozy for this one. Because first, it’s crazy that I’m like the greatest writer in human history. Like the bastard offspring of Kane and McCarthy who sees ghosts of the greatest schizophrenics throughout history. Such as Artaud and JFK.

Now the topic will be. Comment sections of youtube videos which are some thematic music for a long time. This one is called Immortal | Relaxing Ambient Grimdark Music For Lone Wanderers. And while the music in it isn’t horrible. I wouldn’t listen to it merely for the author of the video. Who I believe made none of the music himself, called it so because he’s in a demographic which romanticizes loneliness and perseverance through it. Go talk to girls bitch.

This first comment is from a fine user named MegaTherion-d3q, which is an abhorrent name which you should not use. What does that mean. You are not Therion. Whoever that is. You are not mega. You are neither d nor 3 nor q. You maggot of a man. Now, comment time. This lad said:

I close my eyes, letting the faint hum of the dropship’s engines blend with the soft notes of this glorious hymn in my earpods—a fleeting respite before the ramp descends and the fury of battle consumes me.

This man has never been in a fight I will say right now. Neither have I. Well. I have been punched and hit. But I’m a pacifist and my hands do this shaky thing when physical danger and I start to cry so it’s like weird? What’s that about right? Anyhow. This guy’s a bitch. This motherfucker hasn’t heard the divine rhythm. Ah, what is the divine rhythm you ask? I ignore your question. Go hear it. Well I haven’t found it yet. Well the natural rhythm is there but the rhythm that our society is based on is different. More mechanical and manmade. Not designed as a rhythm but kind of that you build a bridge over a pit and from the bridge bleeds dark red goo which eventually takes the form of a heart in the base of the pit and it grows into a foundation so that the bridge is no longer necessary. And at its conception, the heart starts to beat. And that’s the rhythm. I must find it. A heart of iron and gears hidden throughout the machinations of humanity. And I must create a plague of being for it so that it may die for us to come back to nature’s rhythm. We are sons and daughters of the world and to it we will return and so if our fret is with each other then to our first mother we shall receive.

NEW COMMENT TIME. This time from a fine and dandy individual by the grand title of Dark-kl4xk. Now why has this man selected this username you may ponder? Why did he not use any other combinations of letters that sound pronounceable and don’t have a number in them nor a most sinful combination of the letters x and k? Why has he done so? I don’t know, he is a moron. Which will be showcased in his comment.

The music, the pictiure, the character’s expression. All what heard and see seems to be what I am feeling. Tired, need an calm refuge.

Now let’s cover the most important parts first. He misspelled picture. Second of all. What the hell do these people like, whine about. I know what I whine about. I’m in the book of books for greatest writer to ever make a book so of course I’m tired. What’d this guy do. Probably not another person. Gimme five that was hard. Like he is. Without another person present of course. Also, I just got the gut feeling that he’s gay. I’m just saying. Also probably watches videos on how to be charming and then forgets it and then acts like a knight returning from battle when going to the only party he was invited to this year. Tangent time. I don’t like when I’m not invited to parties. It’s offensive. You invite like half the people I know, I thought of us as friends and now I’m not good enough to drink with? What are you gay?

This next one is horrible. Abhorrent to read. It’s something that you see and think whoa. This guy thinks stars are deep. Under the name of Alfeco-dm7uk. Which again. Do you have issues with letters? Numbers are too made up for me. Like hear me out. What if two was one right. Like you got two cows. And that’s one now. So 0.5 cows is actually one cow. It makes sense don’t fight it. My point is that maybe. Just maybe. We make new math. Just an idea. It’d be so funny too. Imagine you’re trying to divide by zero and put your calculator into my, Big Smokeman, mode and you get seven. Because biblical connotations and whatnot.

To be immortal is not living endlessly. To be immortal is everything and everyone dying around you all the time. You get used to that, as you get used to everything, but every once in a while, you lose someone that you can not bare to lose.

Are you fucking immortal how do you know? Huh? Dumbass. As an immortal being, this is nonsense. I will not elaborate. Find the rhythm and you will bear the fruit of knowledge once more. I sometimes think I’m too close to the prophecy of the antichrist. Anyhow. How the fuck do people like this live. Either write a book on it which tears my nervous system out or shut the fuck up. Bitchass. Probably writes poems about breakups. That was meant at all of you who do the same and got your superiority complex hurt and now you’re convincing yourself that I’m wrong. I mean you can create whatever art you want but as the next god? [may be a joke am not sure] I ain’t reading you describing how you feel as a fucking fog. Put some eldritch beings in there or get the fuck out. I’m not here for mediocrity I’m here to kick ass and take names. That is my original line. I came up with that. Right now. Put that in a quote book.

Now, I bet you’re all wondering. Why am I forced to read this guy for my 12th grade literature final? Why is he secretly lowkey super hot? Why do I want to degrade him and watch him enjoy it? Why am I reading him dissing on some poor and meek youtube comments? Because of the rhythm my child. When nature calls for you will you not answer it? Will you turn from the eyes of the forest for you are afraid they are yours? When the great mother’s heart pulses do humans not turn and die? Does our society not collapse at our mother’s arteries bulging and veins crumbling? Ask yourself is our society able to take on what has never before happened in history? Is it able to predict what has no predictions? Is it able to survive which has no survivors? I heed to you the call to hear the rhythm. And find the mechanical rhythm of man as well. And you will find man’s rhythm has palpitations. It will not survive forever, and has barely survived for now. More and more injections and resuscitation of it will not make it immortal. But man will try. And might succeed. And now who must strike the heart down and burn it’s blood for the first pulse? Me bitch.