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Do you also think about things? Do you also touch the no no? When daddy is afraid, he claps like a lobster for people places circumstances and events that you would not understand...because you are not naked and we are.

Join me. Take this torch and run to the four corners of your corn blossom.

I love all of you and bring you closer to Malcom.

Do you also think about things? Do you also touch the no no? When daddy is afraid, he claps like a lobster for people places circumstances and events that you would not understand...because you are not naked and we are. Join me. Take this torch and run to the four corners of your corn blossom. I love all of you and bring you closer to Malcom.

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[–] • 3 pts

Do you think about things ever?

No. Not once.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

Farm raised blood clots all the better to gnaw!

Graw the crow. Graw the lady. There is but one Malcom and she is beset with the finest lambs effervescing from sweater dressing.

Mhmm. Warm milking fluid and tissue bags blustering in unison

A marvelous pair. .

[–] • 2 pts

Your subject had the possibility for some interesting discussion. Then your next section ruined it. Went from something that could have developed into questioning reality itself into touching the no no?

BOOOOOOOOO

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt (edited )

Everything is perfect if you decide because the only thing you can control in the chaos of what could seem like a true dystopia is your own thoughts. Yes you....at the end of every day....get to decide if you’re happy or not. Some men feel bliss in prison while others may be despicably tortured billionaires. You create your own reality through the power of your own emotive properties. Whatever beacon you send out you will get back. If you’re hating niggers all day and thinking about how the bankers have us enslaved, you’ll feel like a hateful slave and everything around you will take on this context. If instead you wake up and feel immediate gratitude for your life and love for all mankind, everything will take on this context and your reality will be different. You choose how to play your avatar.

My no no touch me hole is drizzling with gumbo oh no!

You are 100% the master of your own brain and emotions if you make the decision to be.

Poop and mung.

[–] • 1 pt

Do think you? No think you! Think bad! Life good! You bad!

[–] • 1 pt

Praise Malcolm. Praise his sweet name.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

You shalll be the first to taste the glistening honey of salvation bathing in the bile of Malcom -ruler of the vastness, entreater of nymphs, proclaimer of Law.

Malcom is Eye.

[–] • 0 pt

Daddy why?

[–] [deleted] • 0 pt

i Pooped my no no and squirted some tea tree oil on my winker for the crowd. There was dancing and incense. One of the men in suits said I reminded him of his son and then he gave me a small piece of paper, squeezed my dangling limb and looked me in the eye...all three actions at once..::he said “Now you come to this address in the hotel in 20 minutes and be completely stuffed with toys. I want a warehouse of toys to come out of there.”

I cried.

But after it was over I decided to change my life and become molested Batman, but I don’t do karate so mostly I just wear capes and dissolve vegetables in my anal cavity, which takes time....never enough time to get it all done what with taxes and niggers and all this stuff to worry aboutv

[–] [deleted] • 0 pt

No, actually. I gave up thinking about things long ago.

There's a saying, that goes: Before enlightenment, work job, file taxes; after enlightenment, become a literal cave-man and shit in the fucking woods the way bears do. Now I don't know very many things, but I do know that when a bear shits there's not a thought passes through its bearish head. Shitting, the bear is connected fundamentally to the earth itself, and to the great cycle of existence.

Entropy. They're creating entropy. The bears. And the workers and the taxmen. When they shit, they're turning food into entropy; slowly depleting reality, one defecation at a time. One day they're going to shit this whole damn universe into nonexistence and I hope they do because frankly, it deserves to go right down the drain and into the sewer.

love

Love has practically caused us to just... get ourselves destroyed. If we had hated a little more, just a little more, we would have had a little less trouble.

[–] [deleted] • 0 pt

Your prescription is more cow bell and to bring Malcom into your heart.