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Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: portal 7 to the 9th exponent
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Fractions of fractions of decimals, really.
Task: suppress the ego in life (as best as possible, while always improving at it and seeing where it takes me, ya dig?).
Method: let the present shadow play on the interwebs as well as the Holy future you. Ok so: I’ve got something to say to you. And I’m not in the mood to play with you. There is no standard of your opinion that binds me....your water is poisoned. Faxanadu. So hasn’t who been spazzing for a dozen times two muddling weak minds with Divine aptitude? Or at least hundreds of lectures disguised as these signs of future inspired sublime abstract glue? Is that one extra syllable more than you would’ve liked? Exactly. It’s always the fact a few couldn’t hack the clue. But the fact that you thought you could handle Mr. Intangible is down right laughable. Clown type. Gaffable. Aggravated assault on your intelligence, in other words, I guess we’re not compatible (idk? Emoji maybe?) Imagine if the dragon of the higher heavens could be starved by your willful discipline? I wonder if anything I ever say will even transpire the sixes to sevens red pill colder than Lake Michigan. I’m on a roll like Michelin, this is like Dixie I’m whistling, you don’t actually exist, I suppose your a fake fake. Mission end.
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