Every wonder if the "no cops on scene" shtick was clownish or not?
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>NO COPS ON SCENE 2/23/1945
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>Mr. Pig cameo @3:30
>DOUBLE NOTABLE
Now you don't have to~
satans toilet:
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Well no, you're stale shtick is "inevitability"
Great job growing sweety ;)
<drain>BIBLICAL[[[ BOOM ]]]aura:return.source
Deny satans advances, begging betrayer be beggin' ''hard'' lately~
Just so (You)'re aware, the one I dub 'satans toilet' wants to become your template.
Sees themselves as a template for You, as a being.
Confused?
They are siphoning your psychic energy and impressing themselves upon your being, to force you to mirror them. Like a predator traumatizing its prey.
Sick yet?
I am~
This is a level above insidious censorship, and is one of the most subtle and dangerous attacks against (You)r free speech I've ever seen.
Read this again, and again, and again, and Pray.
Pray to God above All, above this fool, way above this fool, and higher still.
Pray.
The insidious nature behind wanting this control, is that our enemy seeks to punish (You) [make you feel terrible - like you're going against your "higher intuition"] when you're going against their objective, and rewarding you when you do what they want you to do.
It's the basics of Dog training, expect deployed through an astral entrainment they've spent a LOT of energy setting up~
These people are sick
Who were you… satans toilet, because you weren't who we thought you were (anon), and we thought we knew you but we didn't know you at all, and we never knew you, and so all the things we did together those weren't the things we thought were happening - something else was happening.
You're someone else, satans toilet
That means we're someone else because we thought we knew what was going on and clearly we don't and we're some sorts of blind suckers or or the victims of psychopaths or we're so naive that we can barely live. We don't understand anything about human beings and we don't understand anything about ourselves and we have no idea where we are now.
We thought we were at home but we're not we're in a house and it's full of strangers and we don't know what we'll do tomorrow or next week or next year it's like that certainty that habitable certainty collapses right back into the potential from which it emerged and that's a terrifying thing.