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𝕯𝖝𝕯 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖜 ADJFR
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-coping inbred cumskinyou can fuck each other when I send you to the afterlife nigga
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-coping inbred cumskinyou can fuck each other when I send you to the afterlife nigga
larp njgga5000 calories is my maintenance and i'm so low body fat i can hardly do sub q injections
your neighborhood is probably full of subhuman indians like you tooalright well lure him out and stick him on a bad dragon dildo on my lawn so everyone can see him
who you gonna send into the afterlife??? you're gonna be in the afterlife and meet your raped grandma and little sisteryou can fuck each other when I send you to the afterlife nigga
lmfao it's not even that crazylarp njgga
who you gonna send into the afterlife??? you're gonna be in the afterlife and meet your raped grandma and little sister
youre a fat incel and nothing can change my mindlmfao it's not even that crazy
i bought this house myself you little indianyour neighborhood is probably full of subhuman indians like you too![]()
you're folktales from mumbai ain't impressing me niggai know esoteric knowledge
such cope im a grand jewish wizardyou're folktales from mumbai ain't impressing me nigga
homeowner at 17 is impressive ngl what did you do to accomplish that? You're still subhuman thoi bought this house myself you little indian
im a fucking genius and homeowner at 17
YOU CANT WIN ACCEPT THE MOGG
im a genius handsome tall boy… don’t forget im very sentimental and emotionalhomeowner at 17 is impressive ngl what did you do to accomplish that? You're still subhuman tho
jews have the highest iqniggas flexing that they jews now![]()
aight I get it, would you mind sharing your esoteric indian scamming methods now?im a genius handsome tall boy… don’t forget im very sentimental and emotional
like napoleon or julius caesar
im not a hindu monk, it is blasphemyaight I get it, would you mind sharing your esoteric indian scamming methods now?
what methodsjust drop the methods you doing to much
so you buy a property in egypt and what they do is they give you the propertyenlighten me mush.
That was funny like 5 months agoso you buy a property in egypt and what they do is they give you the property
i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life
i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing
some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills
Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie
It would’ve been a tragedy
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My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.
The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go
for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest
yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this
so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers
only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself
the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,
even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters
he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams
i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life
i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing
some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills
Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie
It would’ve been a tragedy
![]()
My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.
The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go
for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest
yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this
so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers
only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself
the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,
even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters
he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams
@AliasGood read even though I didnt understand shit