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Stood in street, held sign. Imaged dumb, brainwashed minds inside the org; cute scilon breasts: brains fried, dumb bitches. Sucking my cock one by one to pay for their auditing.Stood in the org's light, sweltering. cakestain on chest like map of the parties new continents. Felt cleansed. Felt dark protest dance under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like noobs in night.Looked at sky through retardation heavy with corporate waste and moderation was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Plan our raids, lacking anything better to do. Devise reasons later. Born from oblivion; we recruit others, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.Chanology is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless party is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not Psychs who kill the children. Not thetans that plagues them or marcabians that imprison them. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of faggotry and caek. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank protest.I then was Anonymous.Does that answer your question /xenu/?
Stood in street, held sign. Imaged dumb, brainwashed minds inside the org; cute scilon breasts: brains fried, dumb bitches. Sucking my cock one by one to pay for their auditing.
Stood in the org's light, sweltering. cakestain on chest like map of the parties new continents. Felt cleansed. Felt dark protest dance under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like noobs in night.Looked at sky through retardation heavy with corporate waste and moderation was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Plan our raids, lacking anything better to do. Devise reasons later. Born from oblivion; we recruit others, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.Chanology is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless party is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not Psychs who kill the children. Not thetans that plagues them or marcabians that imprison them. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of faggotry and caek. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank protest.I then was Anonymous.Does that answer your question /xenu/?
If this is a very, very drunk VOLSUPA.../r/ing moar
HA! $5 says you hit the nail right on the head.
Thetan carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This org is afraid of me. I have seen its true face behind all the front companies. The halls are extended gutters and the gutters are full of bloody overt acts and when the drains finally scab over, all the divisions and hats will drown. The accumulated filth of all their greed, sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the brain washed ot's and clears will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
>>95130change thetan to mudkip
>>95130
change thetan to mudkip
Mudkip carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This org is afraid of me. I have seen its true face behind all the front companies. The halls are extended gutters and the gutters are full of DM bloody slaps and blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the divisions and hats will drown. The accumulated filth of all their greed, sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the brain washed ot's, clears and exes will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper...."No."
Mudkip carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This org is afraid of me. I have seen its true face behind all the front companies. The halls are extended gutters and the gutters are full of DM bloody slaps and blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the divisions and hats will drown. The accumulated filth of all their greed, sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the brain washed ot's, clears and exes will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper....
"No."
