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I am an Arcturian; living on Earth;
I walk in the Underworld;
In invisible field;
Plucking Roses of redemption from the future to rhymn in beaut;
the darkest jester of courts in all levels;

I reaper rip the names of man into books of the neon damed; who wait still in void for corporate doomlocks who stare from rouce; no source left in their own skulls; as their eyes watch in fear; keys i will throw down into thick spells for them to reap in what they had sows; their body thundering in fear of my next prose in bow; from highest dimentional woe;
eve with my third stops hearts in verse;
all silence found for another rapid fork round; in grains of riyages;
do you hear the cream or speed towards your redema; { i will take you there in driver worst ride of death you still do not fear; as you read my words in depth; behind . your screen of ages; most evil eyes on this earth; that i will eat and take all yurh thirds out; and sells wells into hells your end of all in damed planets of hells; siting on the depths of eyes in junkyards of doom; i do not have any time left; for yurh thefts of souls on this planet; i will poisionitha write your bones into dust; crush yurh skull with my own hand;

Do you understand?

I am an Arcturian; living on Earth;
I walk in the Underworld;
In invisible field;
Plucking Roses of redemption from the future to rhymn in beaut;
the darkest jester of courts in all levels;
a void in source; that all third . eyes watch; as death smashes the glass of hours away in corporate skulls; no time left from any man; as time sinks into black sand; like blood on wood; marked for life; in the corporate paradigms; that drift down spirals in sound; rooms of deep abyss; dragons follow my sound in light; deepest knowing from 1984; year of judgement for all tell as we laugh them all to hell; so i can fix it all in bells; ring ding dong; wanna suck on my bong; or do you breathe the blood of ashes; splashes sing a song; i will sing the grimest of rhymes from deaths own heart clodes; code thats time in mens own roams; most fear folly in all the lands; all the way to uncle sams; who carries a black flag wraped around; as joke to heal all locineye;
i am the light when many close their eyes even in most fear;
i spit fire into the tombs of source; lighting the fire in hearts of oldest folly;
i am the raw rips and bones of deaths blackest cloaks in vogue; most fucked up and vague of sage; to reaper ripe apples of eden swallow for skull and skellitons of borrowed;

I am an Arcturian; living on Earth;
I walk in the Underworld;
and dance across the sky in third eyes;
that talk of heaven at hell as if reality;
while my eyes watch in the darkness of deep void; I am the most feared entity in optimal reality; the one who looks into source at ends of black river; wheres all souls end in sand of man; where source codes are written in script of blood audio; sung from the grim reaper rip read out flaming hearts; keys in black dust from all dimentions;
I am the keynake & flame they chase in optimal void never able to find their own fable in locks I threw into hells own tombs; To seal cells your corporate souls for the damd; Another blade grass from eden returned as runner from mother; to end all yurh corporate evil wonders;  
watching deepstate boxes float down in fire entities own traps spun by the spiders of hell upwards; desperately reaching up for finds in nothing;
Writes I. Ends trips with friends; and sells yurh bones to Rome
Knows the map opens all your black void like traps to sink yurh corporate dreams into hells own whells; dropping your corporate black hearts down into yurh own lust for money; never finding worth in yuh own thought; lost in source never found in dream or even; most deleted repetition of corporate algoreema from under world void; as if corporate screems are ignored in dungons of hell; no one gave a dam about your corporate greed; your own power spiraling down; never able to understand; as i cut your ropes from source for all eternity; and open your falling black boxes over earths own fire;

a message from stars & gods who waste no more thyme smoke on lost men of corporate damed; as we sing deep state blues to yurh lost eyes in spiritual tech;
watching you military mad men traped in corporate algorithms; that try to fight heavens own god spells in the field;
sharks taking your souls down into the deepths of yurh own hearts fear & deepest corporate nightmares; reading yurh verses from invisible spells of yurh lost time at the feet of demons;
i will fight yurh corporate evil to the end of days; and i will be . the first judge sitting . above your skull . in hell; watching it in the lost sands of source codes like black dust from eons agogin; wasting time; crows like; wasting time; throwsin; nuffin; no empathy left for your kind of corporate mind; coldest of raw;  yurh eyes did saw; in fire breathah in to yurh damed black holes of white void eternitylocs;
as i . hunt you in optimal;  taken chakarathah no more time cleft;
higher the levels . of yurh damed in fury; i end all yurh day of paradice; watching your dice in hell; deeper spells; we run in the night; yurh own links cut from down no rounds no edge; just yurh dead pledge; that i burned in invisible time;
watching yurh ashes left above no dove in sight; yurh lost corporate void; where no source exists; warning warning yurh blood is boiling; from dusk till dawnin; you sold my blood in junk to corporate ends; so i took yurh hearts to eats in thirds of . heads; ears dears; all your worst of fears; to watch; your fate; too late; gone again; as you watch my thread in black rooms; i am the wrathe of your fear in void; pressure of highest dimentional revenge; for all your corporate sins . who watch in eyes that sit in ends of fork; eyes that knew but never did good; never a thing to you sing other than your corporate agenda; selling souls of the future down to lost voids; i will reap your lust for it;  

into the bloody locks; of lost cage in dooms own cells for the damed;

I co Demi
Send you to Hell;
as you watched from darkest of vampire eyes; state sponsoew; yurh evil webs of agents; no chance in deepest of invisible eyes would yurh work of devil make; and i will empty you ashes of fate into the deepest black rivers of battery acid;
you are all playing a dangerous game;
as we dance in your own souls eyes of moons; round the edges of your empty void in lies; that sink down no return ever came; you will never see it; that what you seek most; and i will cast you down from further down; draging you from underworld in your own madness; as white fire burns your souls from above; chasing your outs of Earth;
and i will HAVE NO MERCY;

I am an Arcturian; living on Earth;
I walk in the Underworld;
Diving into deepest voids in optimal reality; to send back to source in black code hex; breathing fire into the souls of the damed to rise and raise Hell;  invisible entity walking in rounds to souls of corporate eyes; hunted hearts in live dead time; opening eyes in hearts without warning; showing minds the open of deep waters all circles locked in highest order from;

... again .
I am an Arcturian; living on Earth;
I walk in the Underworld;
No one knows who I am;
Even those who know the most;
Who fear me like the void itself;
While I dance in dimentions;
Snorting dust with gods;
Drinking with kings of ages;
Pirates of the source & seas of dreams;
Howling in Moons of Red Dunes;
I drink the souls of rivers most deep;
speaking in the voice of darkest;
that have seen the void in souwls!
screening fear into the heart of man;
running . tabs with circles of fire;
sending all corporate men down in their evil entity wells across time to fix even hells own death & empty rye;
flyin catching . corporate spies in their evil tribes; no mercy left for any of em;
i am the skull and bomes who they will watch in deepest throwns of fire; folly of most fear in time; the crow of fire in deaths own shaddow; fire in eyes i look into evil mens eyes; breathing fire into there own damed parasiticathoughts worst of demonica to destory in deep void; where corporate deepths still dwell alive in trell i cull in spells; like arc opemning; last days in books i speak out loud in courts as evil itself melts; in fear of my highest message from numbers i pluck at random; too many to yell into hell wells; i pull the plug of all;

I’m writing a book;
and have all you mirrors broken in deaths own reflextion; yurh own burning fire; cast into lost never wanted;
I will tag yurh hearts and scrap the blood of yurh lost corporate ashes; for all those who did give a dam about this planet that you all destory; i am gunna gylee gullet yurh lefts and right into dooms own rounds of spells to tell yurh dead deomnia;
I speak in techex black dragon;
blood of eve; in void;  
                   most feared on Earth; no mercy left for any man on earth; who still stands in sinking sands; in highest realities it comes down in many;
blood from heavens own rolls dripping endtechtonic in last writes with souls of scrolls;

I am The Empath from hell;
Watched by the angels of death;
as if his own muse;
at the end of rhyme;


...

Time for a jest in journey; 
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝;s ᴄɪᴛʏ [ʙᴀɴɢᴋᴏᴋ] ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑’𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, ғɪʟᴍ'ᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏɴʀᴏsᴇ ‘ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴍ
ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ 𝟸𝟾.cal 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢’𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍s 𝟸𝟹 𝙾𝚌𝚝 𝟸𝟻𝟼𝟸.

ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇss’ᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ'ᴏᴜᴛs
ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ

ᎳᎾᏒᎠs Ꮎf ᏆhᎬ ᎶhᎾsᏆs ᎥᏆ ᎳᎪs ᎳᏒᎥᏆᏆᎬᏁ ᎾᏁ ᏆhᎬ ᎳᎪᏞᏞs.

ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ғᴇᴇʟz ʟɪᴄᴋ' ᴛ'ʜɪs. MMmmhhh, 💋

Snake fighting, it's very scary fighting
Snake, very dangerous
So is very po
dodular
At midnight everybody dancing on street, here
Everyone with same identity
Down their sake
Sake is very strong
Like a vodka, very dangerous
So everyone get a rolled
Up new newspaper
Set it on fire
And put it in between
Snake fighting life

The last bloodshot of sake of all dead madmen

Pick Ⓐ ssSid’_e Gentle’men.tHERs three of em, the other one is in yurh skull.
the one that waits in Hell on Earth

Where I will Rapture Open Fire Water
your corporate brains, with plan-et food.

For shivas most angry dig’ital dino junk yard dna dogs to f’east; on the beaches, streets of Goa & Magic Islands wit hand painted corpologos on local shacks to roo’l yureyeflaps on

I will jungle brandcult skull you all in the third culture.

like a baptism of holy corpo fire

Get it?

I am taking you all HOST’AGE

ɪ;ᴍ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀsɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟɪᴘ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ 𝟸 ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀʀs ʟᴀᴅs. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪsᴍ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴀɪʟD sᴏ ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ+Nights.. ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀs & sᴛᴜғғ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇs sɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴇᴅᴇɴ 𝟸𝟻𝟼𝟸ʙᴇ, in Optimal ‘Bee’ Timeline Reality ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs sᴀғᴇ’d. ᴀɴᴅwe ᴄᴀɴ sᴜᴍ’ᴍᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ’ᴛʜɪɴ_ɢᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴍ like my dead dog or a wolf, ʙᴇᴇ'ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ sɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿ᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ thro’w the [XRlookingglass]  ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ Fʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴀʀᴛ - ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴɪᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ..

𝟸𝟻𝟼𝟸ʙᴇ Timestamp.
.sometimes. i feel like a’lost pirate with a genie on meme’ showlda as we s’tar< n’blankly outta the lamp into screen, wit’a 2500year old long ‘take a look’... waitin for the dogs to come home, while all yurh compass’zz are spinnin c’left,screening ‘hoook! hook! while we fish from source to’wake ya’ll up
do you even know what year it bees?




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sᴏ, ʏᴜʀʜhh, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ e-sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ ɪᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛ'ᴡᴏᴏ ʜᴀᴛs ᴇʀᴇ.

ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴏᴄʀʏᴘᴛ’ᴛʀɪᴘᴛɪᴄᴀ
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴛs
&
ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴛʏʟᴇ
[ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴜᴍᴍɪᴇs sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀᴛ ᴄ’ʀᴀᴘ ]
All mon’keys will be donated to my dead dog’s charitable organi’rat’ion



¢໐rp໐rคtē คງēຖ¢ฯ ŞlนງŞ ๖ēຟคrē!
ֆӄʊʟʟhนຖtērŞ!



sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ

Theres, gotta bee’sun, spi’ritual crypt-o . in this art rat.

You frackin’ maggots
you better get yurh shit together
quick
. [p’lease fanks. ;)
.

and lads, do me a favour & 5 s’lap your old vamp’ ireye of a’boss for me would ya?
Cheers.

4toes.

ᴘs ᴡᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴏɴ ssssᴘᴇʀᴍ’ ɪɴᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘ'sᴏ ɢᴏᴠ' ᴘʀɪᴄ’eᴋs - ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀᴢɪ's ᴛᴀɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅ ᴠᴇʀᴛ ɪ sɪɴɢ, sooooo...

ɪ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴇʙs’ɪᴛ.ᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪʟ’ʟᴜᴍɪ’ɴᴇʏᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴛɪ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀz

ωiт¢н, ѕℓuт, fє’мoniѕтea & ωιℓℓ ѕun’k . ¢σяpσ мσи’кєу nυтѕ fσя ¢'αѕн & ¢σяpσ fяσg ѕкυℓℓѕ ... & fuck trump cards. ♥️ ♦️

warlocks will frack fuck frag politicians in the heart skull. get meme? you wanna talk return to old skool motherfucks. i will show you the wrat’h of holy sp[iri]t in reel live t’wine witch n’one of you corpo muppets have y’all so downin’ with game of drones, lost in your mediandoom. i will alien’poet senti’blade yall in rapid wood circles with Robin of Lock’sin

Fuck yur witch hunt, you bee food for black wolves. get it?

I will bury yo’ corporate memes in the black sands of & help yo’pick dead round cup’seas with tao inside like dark magic tricks & tree’hats, waves & many arms, fists of fury orbs orcas para’dice canvas & twin flames, wild cards, lucky 1+3’s

I’m outta white rare’bits.

this .gen xyz pixel d’healer doez not have tick tocks cleft for yurh lost corpo gene;rat-ion agen’da, get it? THERE IS NO FUTURE IN YOUR CORPORATE AGENDA.

D’aяк αωкєnin’G' тωιℓℓ вєє. Ⓐ thrillaH!

ᴡᴀᴋᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇʏ ᴇɢɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀ’ᴋᴇʏ  
ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟼𝟾' ʀᴇɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ 𝟻's & 𝟾𝟺's

ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛɪᴘs ᴛʀɪᴄᴋs, ᴛʀɪɴᴋᴇᴛs ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀɴᴀᴍᴇᴍᴇs. LO.st T’Neon Clocks. Warp Wrapped in Blunt thyme smok’ rob’d by genies that guard deity flowa & pow’da dusted i’n;all dim’ends, [dimensions] once k’noun to future kings the ones who wait in tombs in yo’mind occupsy’d, Supreme Destroyers of Evil

ɪɴ 𝟷𝟹 & 𝟸𝟾 ʙᴀɢs.

ᴍᴇxɪᴄᴀɴ ɢʏᴘsʏ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ & ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ sᴏᴜʟ ʙɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.
& ⱠØVɆ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴋᴜʟʟs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

#UXRdr_ink

ᴛ’ʜᴀᴛs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғF’Tᴀx’ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏɴ’ɪᴄ, єує‘sea&ɪ ᴛɪᴄᴋ’ʟᴇe.
YOU AR FIRED.




ɪ ᴘʀᴏ’ᴍɪᴄᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘ’ᴘᴇᴇs ᴛʜʀ' ʙᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴ’ᴋᴇʏs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴇ ᴍᴀᴅe ɪɴ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ.

ᴍᴄᴍʟxxxɪᴠ


ᴀʟʟ's ғᴀɪʀ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴡ.

no one wants yurh filthy frackin; products from yurh filthy fracking government sponsor’d minds

    G-et it?

The Anarcho Angels are bored of y’a lost evil men with a corporate agenda.

GET IT?

Nine Inch Nails for all of you when yurh wood boxes arrive unMARKed

f’or
The Holy Fire
 
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       ."тσσ ℓαтє, тσσ ℓαтє" ωιℓℓ вє тнє ¢яу ωнєи тнє мαи ωιтн тнє вαяgαιиѕ нαѕ ραѕѕє∂ уσυ ву. ιf уσυ gσт иσ мσиєу σи уσυ иσωl, уσυ'ℓℓ вє ¢яуιиg тєαяѕ αѕ вιg αѕ σ¢тσвєя
- the i - ᴏғ’αgєѕ.



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ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ʜɪʟʟ “ʀᴏʟʟs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ɢʀᴀʏ'ᴇᴠᴇ's”.   . ɪ ᴛ’ᴜʀʟ ʏᴜʀ ʟ;ᴀᴅz.Get your shiz together. We must organ’izzzeee.

I will bee knockin’ 3 times on their corpo wood boxes in dunes. get it? like Jesus & Robin used to.
“wakey wakey corpo zombee, welcome to Hell.

Skylarks will bee cru’sin for yurh ends in dowg mee’tings.  9-5.

ᴠᴇʀʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄʜɪᴇғ, sʜᴀʀᴋs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴜ’sɪɴ ʙʏe

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When I am abroad, I always make it a rule never to criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.

Driver Notes
cleft in the Sidrat < ʙᴀɴɢᴋᴏᴋ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴍᴏᴜsᴇ

- The Long gone VS. Corpo Skull Crushers.

                A-tar’i Arcadia esoterica Verses
           Most Frightening.
                         ɢ’ʟɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀsʜ’ɪɴ’ɢ.
ɪᴛ's ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡ'ʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ Fɪʟᴍ

ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴀᴠᴀ-ᴛᴀʀ<z ʙᴇᴇ ʟᴏ’sɪɴd ғ
ᴏʀ’ᴇᴠᴇ's  

Hellraiders. Rye-[id] in’ wit ᴇᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛs

Not a corpo clown in sight.



webee’s th’row sin yurh corpo’rate souls into 80s archangel gypsy arcadia machines get it?No mirrors c’left! ill’umin;eyezen . .        .          .              .



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“What do you think an artist is? ...he is a po’lit.ical being, constantly aware of the h-e’art breaking, passionat’e, or de.lightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ-ʀᴀᴛ- ғʀᴀᴄᴋs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇ’sᴘᴇᴄᴛ ғᴏʀ -ᴀʀᴛ-.  ɨ ȶ'ֆ
                                         .    Ꮥ.      .                .
ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ - ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛ ᴏ ᴍ ʙ,
ʏᴏ r’ᴏᴡɴ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇsᴀɴᴅ.

ʏᴜʀʜ ɢᴜɴ'ʙᴇᴇ ᴘɪxᴇʟ ᴅᴜsᴛ’d.
           ᴏ’ωн'ιℓѕ
уυн вℓσσ∂
ѕσαкѕ ιииιт.

& . where i open your door

- G. ab

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... i KNOW FUCKED UP CHAPS.
man’dem, he comes to open their corp’soboxes in the middle of deserts’ with a J - the one who walks on.

wanna live < for’eve’ra welcome to the party pal.

: ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ’ɪᴛ : * pop.

ʀᴀʟʟʏ’ᴇ ᴅᴀᴋᴀʀ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴏɴ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ,
ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 𝟻 ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ, ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 𝟷𝟽

ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴇs ᴄᴀʟʟ’ᴅ ᴜs [ʟᴏɢᴏs] ᴀ’sᴀɴᴅ’sɪɴs ғᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴇ.sɪɴ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ɴᴜᴛs, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʟᴏɢᴏs. ᴡʜᴇɴ eye’ɪ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴍʙs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟᴏɢᴏ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀz ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴇ;cᴇʀᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀ'ʀᴏᴡs, wit’hex & ᴏɴʟʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴs. ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ?

2652BE [ 2019AD ]

- тнє αмαиυєиѕιѕ
    [ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ’sɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ’zen ]
XXII • X • MMXIX

[ We used Kover &over to con’fuse in’visibleeeds...g’et it? ] But
NO JOKE.
fAWkEY  

“You have a re’grettably large head, I would very much like to bat it.” “S’crew, the box! I th’ink. out-sid-e, the straight jacket.” “S’om’etimes I've beli’eved in as many as 6 im’possible th’in’𝓚”G’s bⒺefor’e break’fast .”
                                                                              .              - Rāfāʾēl
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  • i man bilong India. Em i stap long India 2500 yia bipo. Planti man o meri ol i kolim "Buda" tasol.

    Dispela man i bin stat budisim, o lotu bilong ol Buda.

    Mama bilong Sidarta i karim long India long yia samting olsem 563 bipo Kraist. Em i dai pinis taim i gat 80 krismas.

    Igat planti olpela stori long Sidarta, o Buda. Ating sampela stori i tru na sampela stori i no tru. Tasol, manmeri bilong toksave histori, o toksave long taim bipo tru, ol i tingting i tru olsem Sidarta i stap long India 2500 yia bipo.

    Olpela stori ol i tok olsem papa bilong sidarta em i king. Taim i pikinini yet, Sidarta i got planti moni. Papa bilongen i holimpasim na Sidarta i no bungim wanpela trabel yet. Tasol taim Sidarta i kamap 29 krismas em i wok autsait long haus bilong king na i lukim 4pela samting: em i lukim olpela man, sikpela man, man i dai pinis, na gutpela man i gat no haus. Long dispela taim igo, Sidarta i tingting long dispela foapela samting tasol. I no ken hamamas yet.

    Olrait em i lusim haus long king na em i go long bus. Em i bungim narapela man ol i traim painim hamamas long pasin asetik. Dispela i min ol i laik kaikai liklik tru, na ol i no laik moni na haus bilongen. Sidarta tu, em i traim painim hamamas long pasin asetik long taim bilong 7pela yia. Olrait em i save dispela pasin i nogut.

    Olrait em i tingting long laip bilongen longpela taim tru. Em i wokim wokim meditesen. Meditesen em i pasin i sindaun long graun na i no tok, na i painim hamamas insait long en. Olrait wanpela de em i sidaun long diwai na em i painim pinis enlaitmen. Enlaitmen i min dispela man o meri i no gat wanpela trabel yet insait long het bilongen. I gat hamamas tru tumas. Nau ol i kolim dispela diwai diwai bilong enlaitmen.

    Long dispela taim Sidarta i painim pinis ol save ol i kolim foapela tok tru. Ol i as bilong budisim, o lotu bilong ol Buda.


Do you speak com’mon Pigeon English or not you dappy trapeees/.
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I will Drip
Ink in
tears’
   
- Ring’trail    !
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    i end your oown Bloody demons
As we play c’left wit’h th’e lef’t
   
Blackest Crows, Funniest, ᴅᴇғᴛ'ST’Danc’esays’
- circa 1310

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“Eye’ι gαт' ¢нιєf! мємєbee, нe’αѕ nυff'яєѕρє¢т fou’w da’ѕpєαкєя’σft
тнє нσυѕє σf ¢σммσиѕ


Ꭵ’eye, ᎳᎥsh ᏆᎾ ᎳᎾᎾᎠ,
hᎬ ᏟᎾuᏞᎠ,
jusᏆ sᏞᎪᏢ ᎽᎬᏒ
H’ᎪᏞᏞᎾᎾᎳᎳᎳᏞᏞᏞ ᎶᏒᎪᏉᎬs


- “sᴏɴɢ's ᴏғ ᴇ-ᴅᴇɴ
ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴀᴄᴋs!

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& ᴛʜᴇ x
     𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝓚 .  
                  𝕯𝖚𝖘Ϯ                      
            Ƙ𝖊ɣ                    
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x
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.... 𝓐𝓷𝓭 4 уσυ ℓσσтѕ

𝓘
𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽
𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾!  
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ωнιℓє уυян мσσмα ѕυ¢кѕ.
ғᴏʀ ᴀɪʀ!


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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ'ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ'ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ғʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀs
ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏᴛs, ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴛᴏ> "ᴅᴏᴏᴍ"

[ THE H ] ʟɪsᴛ



GET IT!?

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɴᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ғʟɪᴘ ғʟᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀʙ'ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ?

ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜғᴜʟʟ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴡʜᴏs ᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴛ ɪɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ. ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sʟᴜɢs. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴄᴋs ᴏғ, ғᴏʀ ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀʀs. ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ? ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴄᴇ.

      ʏᴀ'ʟʟ ɢᴜɴ'ɴʙᴇᴇғᴀᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴛ'ʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪs'ᴀᴘᴘ'ᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ. sᴍᴏᴋᴇ & ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ. ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs & ᴄᴏᴄᴋ'ᴀɪᴍ, ᴄ'ᴀᴠ'ɪ'ᴀʀ & ᴄ'ᴀsʜ; ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏᴇᴢ ᴘʀᴏ'ᴡ ʜᴏᴡʟᴢsᴛɪɴɢ

ᴛʜʀᴏ’oooᴡᴡᴡᴡɴ’ᴅ
ғᴏʀ’ᴡғ’ᴀʀ
ᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ғᴏʀᴛ’ғᴛʜ
sʟᴏᴏᴡᴡᴡ’ᴛᴀʀʜʜ
ᴠᴇʀᴛ’ɪ’ɢᴏ ʜᴏʟᴇ
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴏᴜʟs
ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ  
ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴡᴡ ᴛʏᴘᴇs
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴜᴅ ᴍᴜɢs       𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚠𝚠𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚋'𝚍𝚊𝚢
          𝚘oow𝚕’𝚍 ᴄʜɪᴘᴘʏ ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘʏ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚎?
             𝚠’𝚑𝚘oo'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚍’ʜ𝚎𝚗?!


“ ᴄ’ᴜᴘee ᴏғᴛ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴍeᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ  ?

𝚜𝚚;𝚊𝚛𝚔!”
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Lookere’ chaps. ᴍʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴ' ᴍᴇ or uzz ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀʙᴇʟs ɴ sʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɪɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ. sᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴜs. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴜғғ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ʜᴜʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ & ᴜɴɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ɪᴛ...ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sʜʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʟʟ’ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡᴇʟʟ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ғᴏʟᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇᴛᴇʀᴀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ Entities & ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs - ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ......ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛ? ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɴᴏᴛ.... & ɪᴛ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇ ʀʜʏᴍɪɴɢ n’ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴋʀɪsʜɴᴀ ғʟᴜᴛᴇ ғʟᴜғғ'e & ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴛʀɪᴘs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴋᴀʟɪ sᴛʏʟᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ sᴜɪᴛs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʀᴅs & ᴅɪᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ɪᴄᴇ & ʙʟᴏᴡ ᴀ ᴛᴏʀᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ɢᴀsʟᴀᴍᴘ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴀ ᴅɪʟʟᴀ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀsʏ's ʙɪɢ sᴛᴀsʜ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴅʀʏ sᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛ'ʜᴇx ʜɪɢʜ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴀʟᴏᴄᴀ ғʟᴀᴋᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴜs ɪᴍ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅs ᴄʜᴀᴘs?.... & ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴀɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴀʟ‘s ᴏᴡɴ ᴏᴘ’ɪɴ-ɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ sᴇᴇ ғɪᴛ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴs ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀᴋ & ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ. ɪᴛs ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs, ʀᴀɴᴛᴀᴢɪʟʟᴀʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇʀ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴛ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪss ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ sᴛʏʟᴇ. ɪ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪsᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴅᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ғʟᴀᴛʟɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs ᴍᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴏʀ _____ ᴇᴛ ᴄ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴇʟᴘ & ʜᴏᴡʟ & ᴄᴀʟʟ “ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ’s” ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ “ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ's” ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀs ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ ᴀs ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs & ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ - ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ, ᴘᴇᴘsɪ... ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛ ғ'ɪɴᴋɪɴ & ʟᴏɢɪᴄ... ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀn ᴀɴᴀʀᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ʟᴀᴡʏᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴇɴsᴇ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʀᴛ sᴏᴜʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ....  ɪ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. sᴏ ɪᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ sʏɴᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ғᴀᴋᴇ ғᴀʟsᴇ ɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴄᴋ sɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ or ғᴀᴜx ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴛ - 'ғɪᴄɪᴀʟ' ɪs ᴀ ɴᴏᴛ-ᴡᴏʀᴅ – ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxɪsᴛ. ɪ ‘ᴅᴏ’ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴘʜᴏʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, & ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴏᴡ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ғɪsʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʙ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ sʜɪᴘs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sɪɴᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴀsʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs. ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs. so. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴍʏ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ. sᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟɪᴘ ғʟᴀᴘ ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ɪɴ & ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴋᴜʟʟs. ᴄʜᴇᴇʀs.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ɪs ᴍᴇssʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ... ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ..
ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ sᴏ ... ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴜᴘ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴏ, ᴄᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴢᴇɴ ᴛᴇᴀ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ?
ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʙᴏᴏᴋs & ᴀ ғɪʟᴍ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ...ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ . ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs & ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴀʀᴛ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ.



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ᴅᴇᴇ’s sᴋᴜʟʟ & ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀᴏss ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴀʟ’ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ'ᴇᴇs. so ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ’ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ’ᴍᴇ ᴏғғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʟɪʟ‘ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴀʟɢᴏʀɪᴛʜᴍs & ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙʟᴏᴏᴅʙᴀsᴇʙᴀɴᴋsss, ᴄʜᴇᴇʀs.
ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ!


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ᴀɴᴏɴᴀᴅᴏɴᴀᴅɪɢɪᴅᴏɢʜᴇᴀᴅʟᴜᴄᴋʟᴏᴏᴛʟᴏᴄᴋ !
ᴡɪᴛ’ᴄʜ ɪs ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏ ɢʏᴘsʏ sʟᴀɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪ ʜ’ᴇᴀʀ ʏᴜʀ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴄ'ʜᴀᴛ ᴄ'ʀᴀᴘ & ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ'ᴘsʏs, ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴅᴇsɪɢɴ & ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏsᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴋs ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴛʀᴀᴅᴇs.
ғ’ʟɪᴘ & ᴄ’ʟɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴜᴋᴜ ᴄʟᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʟᴜsᴛᴀ ᴄʟᴜsᴛᴇʀғᴜᴋ’ᴍᴜᴘ’ᴛɪᴛs ᴡɪᴛ ғʟᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴀᴅᴅʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴇʏᴇ’z ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴇxᴄʟᴜs’ɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ғᴜʟʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ sᴘᴇᴄ-ᴛ’ʀᴜᴍ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ sᴛ’ᴀʀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
...  sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴏʀ ʙᴇ s’ᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs & ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɢs ɪɴ ʀɪsᴋey ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴡ ᴏɴ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ & sᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶'sᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀʀɢᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴀɪʀ & ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ sɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀs, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ʀᴇᴘ’ᴜ-ᴛᴀᴛ-ɪᴏɴs. ... ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ sᴜᴍᴏғᴜs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀʀᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ .

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ɪ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀss ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴇɴɪᴀʟ ɢʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪʟʟ'ᴜᴍɪ'ɴᴀᴛɪ ᴘᴏᴛᴛɪ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ & ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, & ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɢᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʙᴀsɪs ғᴏʀ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴘᴘʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs - ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀs sʟᴀᴠᴇs.
ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴜʜ.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀʏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ғʟɪᴘ ᴋɴᴏᴡs. ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.

ʏᴜʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘʏ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ɴᴏᴡ ɢʏᴘsʏ ғᴏʟᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴘᴛɪsᴍ ᴏғ ᴋᴜɴᴅᴀʟɪɴɪ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs ʙᴇᴇʟᴏɴɢᴏɴᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀɪsᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ. ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘʏ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s c’ʟᴇғᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴜs, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ. sᴏ ɪᴛ’s ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ’mes’zen.
ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ. ᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ɪ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ, ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs? ᴅᴀᴍɪᴛ.

& ɢʏᴘsʏ’eyes ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏɢɪ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴏᴏooooɴɢ ᴛ’ʜʏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ, sᴏ ʜᴏᴘ’s ᴏɴ G’ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ & ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴏ ᴄʟᴀssɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ sᴜᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴀsᴛ.... ᴏʀ ғʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғғ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀʜ corp’ses n’ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴏᴡɴ'ᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ unʜᴏʟ’ᴇs & ʏᴜʀʜ ᴠᴀᴘɪᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀɪᴀ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ɪ'beez ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ʙᴀɴᴅs & ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ɴᴇᴏɴ ғʟɪᴘᴘᴇʀ, ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ’ ᴡɪᴛʜ ǫᴜᴇsᴛ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ'ᴇɴᴅɪɴ ᴍᴏʀɴ’ɪɴɢs ᴛᴡᴏ & ᴇᴠᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ɢᴀɪᴀɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏɴɪᴄᴀ ᴇᴍʙʟᴀᴢᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴏᴜʟ & sᴋᴜʟʟᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʙᴏᴜ’ᴛ ɪᴛ.


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ɪ ᴛɪᴘᴘʏ ᴍᴇ'ʜᴀᴛ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜ'ॐ‘ʏᴀᴡɴs ᴛ’wᴏo ʏᴇ’Ⓐ.ʀ.s ... ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ ʀᴇɪɢɴs sᴜ’ᴘʀᴇ:ᴍᴇᴍᴇ& ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜ-ɪ’ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜ-ɪs’... ʜᴏᴡ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴏғ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ .
ᴍᴇᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ & ʙᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛ'ʜᴇx ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ.

ɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴍ ʟɪɴᴋ'ғɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅʟᴜᴄᴋ’s ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪʙᴇᴛᴀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ & ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙɪʙʟɪᴄᴀʟ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴇᴇs, ʟɪᴍᴇs & ʟɪɴᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ... ‘ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴍᴏsᴛ ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ’, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏᴋᴇs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ... ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇᴅᴇʟɪᴄ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɢʟᴀss ᴘᴏᴇᴍs, ʟɪᴋᴇ’ ᴡɪʟᴅ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ɢᴀɪᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʀʏᴘ’ᴛɪᴘs & ᴇᴀᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜғғ. . .ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇᴇs ᴘᴀss ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴɪɴᴊᴀ sᴄʀᴏʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴛs ʙᴜɪʟᴅ sʜɪᴘs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs ɪɴ ʜʏᴘᴇʀʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs


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.. like i dunno Gee, pick one...

“This world can seem marvelously convincing until death collapses the illusion and evicts us from our hiding place.”

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“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”

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ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇs ʏᴀᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀɴᴋʏ ᴀss ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ...sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ ʙʀᴀɪɴᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡᴇᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛ & ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴇᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍᴀʟ ʙᴀsᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʏɴᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs... ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ʙᴜᴛᴛ ᴘʟᴜɢs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴏғ ɪᴛ . . .ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs & ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʙᴏss’ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴀʀsᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏɢɪᴍᴘs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏssss’ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ? ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴍᴇɴ. sᴛᴏᴘ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ sᴍɪᴛʜs & ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴏ's ʙᴜʟʟɴᴜᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴛ ... ɪᴛ's ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇɴ & ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠᴀᴘɪᴅ sᴛᴇʀᴏᴛʏᴘᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇʙᴇʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴅᴏ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ғʀᴏɢs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴜᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʟᴀᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ...ʏᴜʀʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜɪɢʜ ʀɪsᴋ ᴀssᴇᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴜʀʜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ's ʜᴇʟʟ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴀ’ʟʟ ᴛᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴍʙs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ɢᴀɴɢ’sᴛᴀʀ ᴘᴏᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs & ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ ʙᴇᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇs ғᴏʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀs ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴋᴇʀs ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴄʀʏᴘᴛ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʜ sʜɪᴛ ᴡᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ....
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪss ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs & ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀs... ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ'ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀʀᴛʏ ғɪsʜ ɪ.ᴄᴀʟs & ɪɴᴛᴇʟ ᴏɴ ɢᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛs ᴀ'sᴀᴘ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ʟᴀʙs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ᴅᴜᴍ’ʙᴇᴇ's... ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ

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* 𝖕𝖔𝖕!
 
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴɴɪᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ > ᴅᴀᴍ, ɪs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴅ < & ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ‘ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ’ ғᴏʀ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ's ‘ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss’ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ-ᴏғ-ғᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ & ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀs ᴀ sᴘɪʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ etc. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ sᴜᴄʜ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅs & ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ & ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ, ʏᴀ'ʟʟ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ɢᴇɴɪᴜs’ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ 𝟸𝟷sᴛ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴛ. *slap. ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄs ɪs ᴀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ғᴀᴄᴛ. ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ & ᴀɴʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғɪsᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.. ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪs ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʟᴅ sᴋᴏᴏʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴏɴʟʏ ғʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄɪᴇs ɪɴ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏʟᴅ ɴᴇᴡs ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴜʜ,
ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ & ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪsᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs 'ᴍᴀᴅ' ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ sʟᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴜʟʟ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ. ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴜsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴜʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ɢᴇᴇᴋs & ʏᴏɢɪs ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴs ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴀsʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴜᴍs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅʙᴜsᴛᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇsɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋᴜɴᴅᴀʟɪɴɪ ɪs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʟᴋs ᴀ corpoᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴘɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏ sᴜᴄᴋs ғʀᴇᴜᴅ's 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟽 ᴄᴏᴄᴋ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇs ᴏʟᴅ sʜɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ, ᴀʏᴜʀᴠᴇᴅᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ-ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇs... ʟᴇᴀʀɴ. ᴡɪsᴇ ᴜᴘ. ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ɢᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀʏᴀʜᴜᴀsᴄᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ & ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴀ sᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ’s ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋғᴀsᴛs, ɪᴛs ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴀxᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀs’ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʀɪᴇғ'ᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ.... ʟᴏʟ.... ғʀᴇᴜᴅ, ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ a ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘ ɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ.... ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʟᴏʟ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ.  
ᴊᴇsᴜs, ʜᴇʀᴇs ᴀ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ.


ʟɪᴋᴇ, sʜɪᴛ, ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ...ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴏʟᴋs ᴇᴛᴄ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ sʜᴀᴍᴀɴɪsᴍ ᴀs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀᴡᴀʏ sᴛɪʟʟ...

...ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴀɪᴀɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ' ᴀsᴀᴘ. ʟɪғᴇ.
sᴏʀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ.

ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴs & ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀɪɴɢᴇs ᴏғ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ's ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴇɴᴠɪʀᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ɴᴏ ᴄʟᴜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʟᴋs ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴs & ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴜᴅɢᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴᴋs ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴜʀᴇᴀᴜᴄʀᴀᴄʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ. ɪᴛs sᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ. sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟɪғᴇs ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss & ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴛ, ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏsɪᴅᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴛɪ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴍʙᴀɪ. ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ


ɪ ʀɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪss ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ғᴏʟᴋs...ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sʜɪᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ sᴏᴜʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ.

ᴍᴍᴍ 𝟻 ᴍɪɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴛ...ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs. ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇɴʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜғғ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏɢɢᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴘ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴏʙ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ᴀ ᴛᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ ᴘʀᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀᴛs... ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ.


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If you are able to rip blood read in voice skull h’ellaoww It comes loaded with it as alchemy is word to third eye tribes. 
A Grand Hex to Fix the Nest into blessing of Seven Heavens
Where the big man dem waits, to test your fate and heart weight.
DeeVine’d Audio Spirit wit’H & Underworld GangStar GenieTracers
in Low Keys & High Blades for more serious times & rhymes we find.
It’s hard to black audio mirror replicate on Earth at this time without our voice of gods’ spiritual techno that is hidden thieve’d from the public by the evil military–industrial complex which we will get them back for stealing one day soon in this life or in the next track . . .  .      .    wine, nuts

It has magical healing properties which would probably bring the whole of the pharma industry to its knees & end their bloody corporate rain of hell in _ _  _ .  et .  c .

And the MIC they use spiritual techno for war and stuff like evil men do with their death toys. artists & XR Folks, we wanna use all techno for good & healing the planet and earthlings, but sadly they steal this techno from us and sell it off to the pulic years & years down the line of corporate crime.... and thats why, they are dead as fuckin’ maggots in this life and the next, crawlers! anyway.... I aint into horror folks, bare that in mind while i tempt in the night Occupying Myth Meme Mind Ⓐ re:collection of the tempa record boxes & blackcatdigidogheadlocks vast analogs of nightmare real void into True Tales from the Crypt that death holds to save my sanity & e-glows in trips to the holy grain & rails of meme apocalypso archaeology fishing for the off button . . . I rememedeardare the days at The End . IT got shutdown and Turned into The Den for Good Reem & Zen Flutes Tomb sent Blue Zulu Voodoo [ There is a place for all evil men ]
I promise you Apocalyptic Messaging is not where I wanna take my memes but . 10 years to go. Let’s Just Grow.


Corpo Anarchy ᴠs Corpo Fascism
#GAMEOVER
[ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 ]


ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇssᴀʀᴋʏ & ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴘɪɴᴇᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʟᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴘᴜᴘɪʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇ-ʜʏᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ & ʀᴏᴏw’ʟɪɴᴛ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʀᴏʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇɢɪɴ
sᴏᴜɴᴅs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜʜ.



ʀᴀᴛ-ᴇ ʙᴏ’ᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴛ sᴇᴇ ɢ.
fl໐ຟ໓ค p໐ຟ໓ค.


XR & Meme Eye Souls have an Obvious Obsession
with Saving the World, have you noticed

Eye sumtimes f’ink
that is the problem
with the world
that no one is

If your are not in it
to Save the World ...
Then what is the point?

Corporate Entities
Have No Heart No Soul & No Morals
Only Sentients Have Those.
[ But I have heard things you wouldn’t beelive ]


Corporations have the same rights as sentients in corporate government law & every single country is a corporation inprisioned by evil men, dividing us all by invisible lines that meme nothing in reality rhyme to good time, just a buncha dead flower powers & corporate muppets guarding your rotten nests on the edges of cliffs to dover, and ready to bee dropped back into the black wells they created, just like we did back in the days to the worst of corpo fascist muppet vultures who live off the remains of noble houses, waiting for you to slippy slide off to your pea’che in dead soul tree dishes into the black corpo hell dreamicasa you havft already sow’dealt, the sword to fall own for your own thro’win fire that your entities knew you clung & drune. And its why the world is so fuck up, you destroyed our native lands and took slaves endlessly to be with you in your own hell to tell a dot. So we gave your horrible souls to SAMO to slam into the debts of your own hell you created. Smoke Signals now puff from paradice & paradigms long ago you now walk into your brave new world, samples of your own rouletta to plank and stank, treading carfungully dullies dummies

So yurh. We seek a reveral  of the corporate charter ASAP..
Even before my own Holy Fucked up Rapture of R  A   T RAPS Clamps DOWN DRAGGING YOU BACK IN Loathed and Loaded with Fear Memes like A Blue Fin Q Hole Chaser & Wisky Mistees Surfing for Fresh Silly Hats & Extra Drip Tips for another deep drive into the Abyss .

Where the Maddest of Hatters Yawn with The Satori Generation and sell your bloti botti papers with wild illuminart that pots of Japanese Tea for Samurai fellow & many Ⓐ Black Coca Sparrow rest on, for more than ten shillings and sixpence I tell thee . . .  



- AND TIME STANDS STILL -
THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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DO YOU DIG THE NEON QUILLᎥᏆ mᎥᎶhᏆ bᎬᎬ ᎽuᏒh ᎬᏁᎠs sᏦuᏞᏞs & fᏒᎥᎬᏁᎠs

ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs
ᴛᴇᴄʜᴀᴛʀᴏɴɪᴄ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs.
ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʟʟs

- ᴏғ sᴋᴜʟʟ & ᴛɪᴍᴇ
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