“You are seen” is by far the most nauseatingly homosexual jewspeak felched out of furrycon struggle sessions and corporate marketing departments.
The novelty jargon seeping out of this Ur-Faggot Generation is incontestably a first in all of recorded history, representing the absolute nadir of cringey auditory assrape. It is the gloryhole of argot, the sniveling simping of slang, the vaginal discharge of vernacular.
Nothing about this freak-generated lexicon is cool. It’s not a subculture secret language. It’s not the charming coinage of giggly valley girls.
It’s the deadening, soulsucking, womb-curdling, ball-shrinking cant of cat ladies, sneering heebs, and faculty lounge lifers metaphorically buttfucking our language and forcing our faces into the polluted inert trannysemen dripping out of it.
