Anonymous ID: a2d2fe March 10, 2021, 4:32 a.m. No.13180807   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0843

>>13180779

They have BDS, Blue Derangement Syndrome. This is a real disease, with real physical effects - blood pressure rises, "literal" shaking and irrational and incoherent rejection of reality. Pray for them.

 

BDS "Don't let it turn (you) into a mem."

Anonymous ID: a2d2fe March 10, 2021, 5:01 a.m. No.13180876   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>13180857

Died in the saddle, they say.

 

https://allthatsinteresting.com/nelson-rockefeller-death

 

Always wondered if all that publicity about the mistress was not cover for something much darker

Anonymous ID: a2d2fe March 10, 2021, 5:13 a.m. No.13180925   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0941 >>1055

"They know not what they do"

 

If someone you love is suffering from Blue Derangement Syndrome we can help.

BDS sufferers live in constant and unnecessary pain as a result of their own beliefs. While BDS is classed as a psychological affliction the suffering is real.

BDS sufferers:

 

shallow breathing/sweating

 

-agitation and tremor

 

-verbal incoherence

 

-blasphemy an d profanity

Anonymous ID: a2d2fe March 10, 2021, 5:34 a.m. No.13180995   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Would you look at the number of stars out tonight?

I can't think when I've ever seen starlight so bright.

You can see why they say it's romantic alright,

All those men with flamenco guitars.

 

You can bet they insist on another thing too,

Make a wish on a star and that wish will come true.

Do you think something like that might happen for you?

Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

 

Can you find what your ancestors pictured up there?

Can you pick out the archer, the dog and the bear?

Do you know that the starlight is crowning your hair

With the wealth of the last of the Tsars?

 

I don't know how much star gazing's ever been worth,

I don't know if the heavens acknowledge the earth

But it feels like a star did a dance at your birth

Tell me, what do you make of the stars.

 

When we're young we like anything firey and bright,

like the Fourth of July, or Christmas tree lights.

We strike big kitchen matches (although that's not right)

and put glow worms in mayonaise jars.

 

Someday if we grow up like most people do,

We look at the stars and they're no longer new

Then we have to ask somebody little, like you,

Tell me what do you make of the stars?