TheY are making a final and desperate move.
Ready?
Let's play a game.
Not all of them, but most sadly.
Okay, fuck them all.
Then what?
How do you overcome?
Secure assets inside these wicked circles? Or just fuck them all?
Insurance is a bitch.
My grandfather helped write the Vietnam war, I see we're your coming from. TheY have been up my ass since before I was born, and I have returned the favor. Been on this shit 10 years before Q, in the trenches, it's bad, so bad.
And still going on, within sight.
But I'm here, not moving until it's handled.
TheY fucked up, ridicule is their worst fear and it encompasses them.
Money means nothing to the truly adept, mansions are for the propane, the useful idiots.
It's all about control and keeping the secret.
The secret is protected by its inhuman nature, few can handle it, connect the dots.
*profane
Sun zips confirm Rock n Roll wins the day.
Sound check, walk it off kid.
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The Finders.
Which reminds me, we gonna have a jam a the grey awakening ball or what?
Mine oscillates, and goes crazy with certain posts.