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Ebonics is better
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Let me tell you Saars about the time a woman's presence trembled my heart
A few years back, i sat on the seat of a dining ground quite well off into the darker hours of the night. All is sound, nothing irregular as all are of the usual walkline of ordering, leisure, and preparation of dishes within which a background noise of small work sounds are at constant roll alongside various lines of packed conversations alluring.
I went through my laid out order of food. selecting through the broken down parts in search of meat on a tempo not on hurry, as any enjoyment to something should be. Then I saw one girl that has caught my eye during her stand to order. She was a true staggering sight at the wake of me glancing at her face
Oh goodness, she did indeed scrambled over my capacity for feelings. I had in a good long while felt my heart droop down and then pumped back up on an overclocked rate that reddens my face. My mind kept stiffening my rotation of head only to line up with my food yet my deeper emotions yearns to scarcely view her, if I do however I will need to bear the tightening of my chest
I kept my position there. I predict that any outcomes of to establish a way of letting myself in the connection to know her will be one of dead ends. it is certain, it is one like an encounter with a luminous, flaunting flower spawned atop a mountain that cannot be caressed nor have the scent savored. Surely I am but a spectator and not a playing piece
Now that It had been a good leap apart from that moment I come to conclude a jest for myself;
for all the things that may had been wronged and wrecked to be unsalvageable,
We must still be in the reachable act that we are venturing through.
All that had been rustled pass must be turned into a ponder in ways of a better package,
may the flow of life and fate send a recurrence of a double chance; yet in setting of ones abilities now high
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Fade em on dem house fade em and on dem if it's the Paw Patrol I don't care for em niggas skate me I don't cut off no head for em I fail no contest I'm driving in dem Floyd though
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>>1625539910/10 please write again
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You strap Soytan onto a chair. You put a tube in her mouth and you start pumping weight gain shakes. Her belly swells and distends as the calorie-dense mixture enters her stomach. She finally goes to sleep by the time her belly looks drum-tight. The next day, her body has expanded to double its original weight. Her body is covered in stretch marks and she orgasms at the slightest touch because of her increased sensitivity.
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>>162554601/10
A nigger wrote this
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I have officially discovered basic information about Poop Ϫ.
Its shape is identical to normal poop, but is encased in green crystal resembling a gemerald. When this casing is broken, a vantawhite glow bursts out, that glow being the true form of Poop Ϫ.
Its casing tastes like a green apple candy, with its true form tasting like bugs and Soylent.
When the average human looks at Poop Ϫ, they are unable to comprehend its form, and this results in spasms or extreme headaches.
It is usually harvested from the assholes of 'cado or Giggers.
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After the fall of the UTTP, factions began taking their own group systems and works into breakaway organisations fully reliant on local management. These bunch were then aliased as "Failtrolls". Nearly the whole of the entire Failtroll roundabout began to commit attacks more visibly to their own identity for the race in staging themselves as the new Boss Supreme in bringing malice for their amusement within der cord.
I was a piece in the efforts to turn this raging fire down yet all besides me were also in dissonance, all due to petty disorder in actions and banters concluding the end of this ineffective crusade. I became a walker in both of these groups, not putting any groups into my name yet forwarding my deeds into the fight against the loose Failtroll masses in which I then plunged myself into a heart-aching time by still being in this part of conflict.
I was once again put into yet another one of the servers, plain and unchanging with cacas and other purveyors of this fight blindly staying in them for the end that their mind rummage in without consideration to see the nature of this further. Another interaction the men of this Failtroll group had with them, another surge blackened.
There I see an irregular strain of discourse by one of them along with a man monikered "Dealer". The tone of both of them seemed to interject a scene of familiarity with both of them exchanging chit chats in a manner of friends or relaxed acquaintances. I tracked their talks further, seeing that "Dealer" was putting a taste for his partner. the taste, is illicit child pornography, as was his request.
I immediately head deeper into the investigation as I had seen the sent product for the "tasting" of this dastardly trash had been deleted and accompanied with a praise from his client, "HOT". With only a couple of his advertisements for products and prices, I went into his bio, in there was a surface net link. Initially, I thought this to be nothing of his media, so I hastened to enter it to try and uncover more. The sight I am brought upon then harrowed me
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>>16255530JANNIES please don't 'nish me for this
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The link brought me again to another place, now on a web. flashed the header that read "DIDDY'S PARADISE" above a stock left facing Gigachad whose eyes has been blocked by a pair of images in Gold Coin. Further observance into these Gold Coins made me able to recognize that these are tokens used in multiplayer within Call of Duty, known as CoD Points, CP.
I was startled, and then horrified to then see the site's manifest with its introductionary words; "Premium Child Porn". No wonder, this is to be a nest for his products, my mind turned stiff in awed fear and the rotating logical search on how this could be untouched on the surface plane of the internet? why must he build this on the realm where his trails are surely open to full compromise? To allow a more liberating view in a larger margin? This choice would have brought more catastrophe than convinience! however it has not yet pierced me the disgust of the next assortment.
I went deeper below, I saw two video bars stuck on load and two lines of presumably another of images not too seperated from the slots of lagged medias above them. I went deeper again but was walled off by the site's bottom stamped by directions to navigate and the website host of the Dealer's page. A conclusion to my ponderings then began to clear itself; perhaps this man cannot built a site without assistance and so he relied on pre-calculated models available on explicitly on the surface fields, on this particular site. the branching piece of this man's operation had been tracked, recorded, and analyzed on the counter of one, better than none.
With this I then directed myself to seek further lines of the Dealer's market and activities. however, It was by this reach that the medias began to reload and take view.
Pixelated mosaics of little figures painted my perspective on an immediate interval and then refined their resolution with a flash to white in a session of visualization in a Top to Bottom revelation. One of these photos managed to succeed in showing the two faces of the children. Their eyes were panning down into the bottom of center of this photo, one child in the frame had a face of bland and unemotional outlook while his companion was grinning with a glint of his teeth possible.
Their souls, pure, no preference for matters that made their spirits unmoving or hurt. they simply want fun, good friends, fun. They need care and true affection to become for they are gentle souls. This bastard, this nigger brained retard destroyed them, wrecked their minds because of his primitive nigger desires.
I hurried, Without further bundling up any shock, I left that site and cut up all my browser history relating to it and continued onto the next point where I will unearth more of this wretch's deed. I am sternly committed, my conscience realized a mission with itself, that is; it will be my duty to have the spread of this horrid and sick view be stopped. for even if the Materials within them remains, their existance could be halted with blockage, with it Their popularity could be thinned, and the remaining would be purged. I will proceed by myself for now, for effort will be alive, even with a single soul in it
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I took some acid and I was listening to Mac DeMarco, and it hit me, the world is a giant warehouse.
This sounds kind of stupid, but hear me out. This world we live in, its weird. It's contained in such a strange and obtuse way. We can't go up, we can't go down. We can't meaningfully move around at great distances, at least not particularly fast. Isn't that weird? Maybe not at first because that's how it's always been. But what governs that? Something to think about.
<What about weather, clouds, the sun?
To answer this question, you have to ask what a warehouse is. Definitionally, a warehouse is simply a building that encompasses economic activities. But what is a warehouse really? It's just a big building. Buildings aren't defined by their size, scope, or magnitude, but by their nature as an enclosed space with walls and a roof. Nothing says a building cannot conform to the dimensions of our earthly plane. As for things like the sun, or weather, currents etc, say if you make the roof tall enough, you can use framing tricks to make high fidelity screens look real enough. Throughout human history, there have been reports of the sky falling, or great fireshows in the sky. And with weather, we already do cloud seeding, and currents can be easily fabricated by forcing movement of water on the ocean floor. Why do you think we don't see the ocean floor?
>What about circumnavigation?
I don't have as clean an answer to this. My main hypothesis is that circumnavigation isn't real. This may sound far-fetched, but think about it. If you're on a plane or boat, and it's all ocean, or all land around you, how are you going to know where you are, like unless you're a pilot or captain. I'm not completely sure though, it's possible our ((((captors)))) have some kind of technology that allows for seamless transportation between both axes.
What do they want?
Loosh. It's pretty simple. If there's one thing that makes this entire notion not only possible but reasonable, our confinement is specially designed to harvest as much loosh as possible. Even when you "die", you aren't free from captivity, your soul is just recycled into the form of another mortal existence in the warehouse, where you can repeat this process again and again for eternity.
<Who are they? What are they doing with the loosh?
Mainly consuming it. All around us are non-corporeal entities that exist only to consume. The loosh that isn't consumed is used to make new souls, and to expand this operation.
<What does this all mean?
Nothing. Your life won't change. You'll live your life, die, and repeat the process. That's what's truly so horrifying, how mundane it all is. But then again, that's the point. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest :)
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bvmp
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i want to but i'm an awful esl with b level english
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A nigger dies, another one does, and then another one follows the same fate; a nigger calamity, or how it is colloquially known by the people, Random Nigger Events.
<nigger
It's quite an astonishing phenomenon, isn't it? One day you see an everyday negro minding his own ramblings of his perplexed mind in the ordinary neighbourhood seasoned with rivers of tunes composed by the birds. But suddenly, in a single blink… they're gone, all guts and giblets and a some little bone parts scattered around the cold and rough asphalt.
<nigger2
Many have not questioned this interesting occurrence and labelled them as 'accidents' from the cruel, random and cold hearted world; but…it isn't as simple as that, right? Maybe reality itself tampering its own strings that holds it only to make this phenomenon happen in front of our very own eyes or is it a person, perhaps undead, that has no rest on his souls and makes his only mission the idea of seeing a negro die in many bizarre situations, take for example to what happened to me yesterday, another case of this Random Nigger Event; it was a rainy, cold and quiet day, there were sounds of the busy life, no devastating sirens of the accumulated cars on the street and shockingly, no people walking on stale asphalt, it's usually filled with the stomps of thousands of shoes, flooded with at least five candy wraps and some plastic bags and, to make life more sour, a completely lost bum on the edge of death. However, that day wasn't like that, it was empty but peaceful; but, in the span of a few minutes, a negro was walking by, it was just there, walking, head staring at the empty floor, ears covered and blasting incomprehensible words and sounds, nothing out of the ordinary. After a few seconds, a car passed by, it was rumbling on the road, engine roaring, but then the silence broke. A pebble flung under the tires and crashed into one of the negro's eye, it completely went through, clean and sophisticated. The head had a perfect, geometrically impossible hollow circle that display a frozen shocked face. And, out of mere comical coincidence, a piano fell on the nigger and crushed him into a red and cruel pool of blood; it left me confused and perplexed, not because a nigger just died in front of me, but more so because of the cause of death, it was mathematically impossible for these situations to complement eachother, a very strange calamity.