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2021-08-18 at 2:24 PM UTC
Originally posted by ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And the bag of shit lived to 103. Seems the most evil people in the world always do.
Too mean to die. In a way this protects people, being part evil at least, or pure evil. Having a spirit of resistance or rebellion, a desire to win and dominate others rather than losing or becoming a victim.
The deities prefer the blood sacrifice of the innocent and pure it seems.
Not saying to avoid majoring in psychology, but people shouldnt kid themselves about the field. Mind control research has historically used universities psychology departments to further their research.
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2021-08-18 at 2:28 PM UTC
Originally posted by General Butt.Naked Prollymeant shed say she had covid or something like that. That is a kind of weird exchange tho.
Right so also I got a couple of Gatorade’s one time from same gas station weeks ago with a different employee & she puts the Gatorade’s in the bag & hands them to me with one hand holding the handle & the other cradling the bottom so I go to take them & she’s like still holding them asking me if “I’ve got them” You got em, you got em?? Like it’s a bag full of frickin glass jars SMH!! I practically had to rip them away from her. Fucking crazy… -
2021-08-18 at 2:30 PM UTC
Originally posted by DontTellEm So I’m at THE gas station SMH
The lady ringing me up randomly says “ do u want a reason to get out of work?”
I’m not following so I just agree, of course I do right? I’m in scrubs so I’m just assuming.
Then she’s likes “well who do I contact”
& I’m thrown.
Not one clue what she’s talking about, but late for work. In my head I have this conspiracy theory, because every time so go in this frickin gas station, the exchange is weird. How crazy would it be to be gaslit by a school of employees
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2021-08-18 at 2:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by DontTellEm Right so also I got a couple of Gatorade’s one time from same gas station weeks ago with a different employee & she puts the Gatorade’s in the bag & hands them to me with one hand holding the handle & the other cradling the bottom so I go to take them & she’s like still holding them asking me if “I’ve got them” You got em, you got em?? Like it’s a bag full of frickin glass jars SMH!! I practically had to rip them away from her. Fucking crazy…
Mental illness or she smokin dat K2The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2021-08-18 at 2:54 PM UTC
Originally posted by DontTellEm Right so also I got a couple of Gatorade’s one time from same gas station weeks ago with a different employee & she puts the Gatorade’s in the bag & hands them to me with one hand holding the handle & the other cradling the bottom so I go to take them & she’s like still holding them asking me if “I’ve got them” You got em, you got em?? Like it’s a bag full of frickin glass jars SMH!! I practically had to rip them away from her. Fucking crazy…
She treated them like two testicles, then tried to get you to fondle them as well.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2021-08-18 at 2:55 PM UTCDon't give them a sword and then not let them use it
Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it
This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it
Death is the answer, go forth and choose it
Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay [x3]
The lust for blood won't go away
Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay [x3]
It is the era of calamity
And I see this with perfect clarity
And there never was an illusion of parity
I've got no time for your crippled christ
We have no need for your crippled christ
And we never lacked for your advice
We don't have to hide our genocide
They'll fear us more when they know the we don't lie
It's gone beyond hatred this time
You love death, yet call it a crime
I twist the dagger that's deep in your guts
I'll put an end to it this time
On your knees - Pray
It is your destiny
On your feet - Slay
Obedience through slavery
Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it
Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it
This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it
Death is the answer, death is the answer
Total control
We own your soul
No time for life
Time for the knife
Time for the sword
Fetus is cored
Total mutation
Necro-mutilation
The perfect life form
Born for porn
Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay [x3]
The lust for blood won't go away
Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay [x3]
We've got no time for your crippled christ
And we never lacked for your advice
Lie after lie, lie, lie
I do believe its almost time
The crippled christ, the crippled christ
The crippled christ, the crippled christ
The crippled christ, the crippled christ
I do believe its almost time
You're always calling for the sacrifice
And the body count is very nice
Lie after lie, lie, lie, lie
I do believe its time
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood she was on meth
A lot of people use it just to go to work or medicinally. Its way more common than people think.
It shouldnt be illegal really, no drug should, but theyre competition for the pharmaceutical industry and the drug policies employ a shitload of people by keeping them illegal, law enforcement, clandestine or parapsychology, etc -
2021-08-18 at 3:07 PM UTCThere's a place so very far
Most favored of the worlds
That are missed by Gwar
We can get there
As long as it's by stolen car
Smash your face and go shoot up
There's a world of which I've heard
Far beyond the sky
A place of chicks and pills and booze
A place where winners always lose
You'll always hear your favorite band
Here in metal, metal land
Here in metal, metal land
Nothing ever dies
Except of course our enemies
And they're attracting metal flies
Here in metal, metal land
Everything is loud
All the chicks are strippers
All their father's proud
Metal, metal land, metal, metal sea
Metal metal air
Metal you and metal me
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Heavy metal, metal land
Here in metal, metal land
Every day is night
Except of course when night is day
But then there is no light
Here in metal, metal land
Everything is rock
Everyone is in a band
Ever girl sucks every cock
Here in metal, metal land
Everything is hard
Except of course the test you take
To get a license for your car
Bullet belts and denim jackets
Crystal meth in tiny packets
Witches, warlocks, demon seed
Booze and cooze and weed and speed
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Metal, metal, metal, metal
Filthy hair and dirty faces
Flying V's and swords and maces
80's hair bands are still hated
No false metal tolerated
Heavy metal is the law
Weakness means a broken jaw
Everything is loud and fast
Metal up your fucking ass
Metal plane on metal trip
Metal hand, metal grip
It's metal man
Here in metal, metal land -
2021-08-18 at 4:29 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 4:43 PM UTCI need candles. Eventually humanity will evolve beyond the need for drugs. The ancient aryans knew this race of god-men would at some point diverge and re-evolve beyond normal people, and watch over them until they evolve to this point too.
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2021-08-18 at 6:09 PM UTCQuestion: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch
Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx
Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks
Made any mingling akin to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy from the skivvys to the pissy pants
Each one seperately convinced
They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands
Delusion turn a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the cause
There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when defendants from identical haunts
Step out the tempest to measure
Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there
Don't need no help, all by myself
I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive
I know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe
I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong
The songs are echolocation up in impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling
God almighty chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot beach
You fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners
Where you source all your parts
The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there
Don't need no help, all by myself
I view the rattling of sabres like a show to expose
Insecurities exploding in emotional code
With braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to gross
Corrode a homie til his probity is notably ghost
Before the hobby was a job he was a manager, Hell
You would wobble round your momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill
That you was anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to dress up like piranha
It's not even compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody wanna shop you as a saga
I'm very voluntarily persona non grata
You fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we need
This ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the queen
Don't make 'em show the regency what disobedient means
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2021-08-18 at 6:22 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 6:35 PM UTC
I will escape the loop eventually -
2021-08-18 at 6:41 PM UTCJust before I died, I'd attach a spaghetti strainer to my face with rubber bands, then smile at the cat as I drifted off.
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2021-08-18 at 6:42 PM UTCEat my face now, you pussy.
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2021-08-18 at 6:43 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 6:54 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 7:04 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 7:04 PM UTCOne of my neighbors is eating spaghettios that's all I know
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2021-08-18 at 7:10 PM UTC
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2021-08-18 at 7:19 PM UTC
Originally posted by ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'll duct tape a salad bowl to the back of my head.
Cats can chew through some pretty heavy packaging just to get to some treats to eat even when they aren't that hungry. Just imagine what they can chew through when they're absolutely starving. You made have to weld all this stuff around your entire head.
