You know they're addicts when they have a physical reaction like that.
Q addicts.
Lord please save us from the Q addicts.
You know they're addicts when they have a physical reaction like that.
Q addicts.
Lord please save us from the Q addicts.
I agree.
If you want proof that Q is a LARP
You need to re read the crumbs a few times
It's in there
Evidence that Q is a pure LARP
There is nothing else other than the crumbs
And the maps that we creat by digging
Making connections and drawing the map
Oh, and memes too
All of them are forms of the message
Bu Q, he's a messenger
Purse LARP
Ignore him
Focus on the message
Of course not!
Re read the crumbs
Q warned us of this
Lay in supplies, he said.
10 days of darkness, he said
And then on July 4 he posted the last crumb
Ten days later
After the meeting with Putin
Q will be back home
After all, Q is a figment of the imagination
He is not a real person
Q is a LARP
When the Donald is back
And can relax a bit
He will post for us again
After all
We are the only ones who know
Who the master LARPer is
Who trolls the world better than the master?
/ourguy/ that's who
You'll know him when you see him
Q gave you your inheritance
Will you squander it on wine and women and song?
Or will you invest it?
Dig in the rich fields
For they have a harvest for those who work for it
God helps those who help themselves
Make the connections
Draw the map
And reap the rich popcorn harvest
Amaze your friends
When the Donald tweets your name
Then you will know
That you have your Father's blessings
Go forth and teach the multitude
For they will listen to you, Oh disciple of Q
They thirst for knowledge
Show them the cool springs of inspiration
Show them how to play the game of politics
For theirs is the birthright sayeth the Lord
Only suffer the little children
To come to government
Through my people's will
For government is of the people by the people
And for the people
Cast out those who govern OVER the people
For they are a synagogue of Satan
Cast them into the outer darkness
Across the river Styx
To that hellish land I have prepared for them in Cuba
And rejoice my sons, your birthright
Is to govern, and not to BE governed
Let me hear no more bleating of sheep
From you lot down tere
Yes
And all those whiners
That see in Q a father who has abandoned his children
That is what they want to see
For they are of the 6%
As Pogo said
We have seen the enemy
And he is US
And now you know
The rest of the story
P is Pogo
He is the man behind the curtain
He warned us oh so long ago
And we did not listen
Now his swamp critters
Have taken over