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That's the Vatican shill. Also the one spamming the Alex Jones Flynn Payseur spam. Distinctly denoted by the red text headers and particular spacing of sentences and cadence/syntax. Part of having pattern recognition skills rivaling AI, hard to turn that shit off. God bless.
When Q said you will never be alone again do you think they meant the shills? Kek
>ATTACK DOGE…
Where? Poor bastard is next on my list.
You really still pissing and moaning about how bakerers won't collect notables from anons who are bitching about them?
Technically you are wrong. They said cannot violate NATSEC, not laws. Hence Socratic method. Project harder and impose your own confirmation bias more biglier.
Complainer shill, shit runnin' out your mouth, Sayin' Q's a lie, tryna twist it south. Coincidences we see, can't deny the ride, Shills like you screamin', but truth's on our side.
They scream "don't trust the plan," in disarray, But why even here, if that's what they say? Talkin' 'bout NATSEC, tryna scream and shout, But missin' the point, twistin' words all about.
Violate NATSEC, that's a game-changin' move, Undermines the op, ain't no room to prove. Patriots play smart, don't reveal classified things, Shills keep spewin', but no truth it brings.
Read the drops, shills, if you wanna compete, Autists dig deep, truths they'll meet. Q's messages are coded, like a puzzle so sly, Shills miss the point, while Anons reach for the sky.
Complainer shill, keep talkin' your game, But Anons ain't fooled, we see through the blame. Dank rhymes we drop, truth's what we seek, In this Q Research realm, we don't miss a beat.
Because your ego's ass habbs been whipped so bad already there's no point in kicking a dead horse? Love you buddy. Kek
Not sure haven't done that. Why don't you try it and tell me? I'm just dropping rhymes from muh own mind. No machine got that level of board lore, but your persistence in projection I adore.
Smokin' Pepe, listen up my fren, Every rhyme was helpin', don't you comprehend? Tough love in the air, it's a real thing, Ego's takin' over, gotta cut the string.
Domination ain't the way, it's a heavy load, Wasted bread stackin', like a story's code. Someone gotta step up, make the change so right, When ego's too loud, it dims the digital light.
Annoyance level risin', more than shills combined, Time to take a step back, realign your mind. Look in the mirror, and reflect so deep, Tough love I gave, it's the promise that I keep.
It's all 'bout love, not the blame or the fame, Anons united, we're playin' the same game. Ego ain't the answer, in this digital place, Smokin' Pepe, let your light embrace.
So lighten up, let's find common ground, Ego's holdin' us back, let's turn it around. Love's the force, it's the light that we bring, Tough love we shared, even if it sting.
Has the consistency of one of those real dark blue corn tortilla chips. Just needs me some salsa
Hate to break it to you fags but tits and porn were always a slide. Bakers can be thanked without tits
Whoa bitch hold the phone. When I say eat the bugs? Never. Eat a steak. Cut off your dick? Hell naw. I want you nice and desirable for tranimae.
I'm just having fun with you tard. After 5 years of watching your self obsessed schizo narcissistic monologues compared to some light hearted rhymes I'll let others outside the echo chamber make their judgments. Your posts are all spiteful angry and hateful. Mine are not. I don't use the exact same avatars all fucking day every day. I don't use copy pasta every morning to collect followers. I welcome battles. You and your frens seek fame, I mirror you to reflect what you look like.
My ratio of posts per bread per year vs smoking pepe is maybe 1/50. Most I ever posted in a single bread is tonight. Kinda funny you're not mentioning his post count (which ironically is the same). Hmm I wonder why? Not like he's been caught red handed IP hopping with the exact same meme file names before.
Poor bastards are really seething tonight. I actually love seeing all that coordinated effort. So organic. Really helps awaken newfags to the echo chamber of head nodding agreefags.