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Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:34 p.m. No.25007055   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7129

“Then you’ll see that your precious life insurance policy wasn’t worth the paper it was written on. Your careful precautions against death were a pack of illusions and lies. When the disaster happens, you’ll be crushed by it. Every time disaster comes, you’ll be in on it— disaster in the morning, disaster at night.” Every report of disaster will send you cowering in terror. There will be no place where you can rest, nothing to hide under. God will rise to full stature, raging as he did long ago on Mount Perazim And in the valley of Gibeon against the Philistines. But this time it’s against you. Hard to believe, but true. Not what you’d expect, but it’s coming. Sober up, friends, and don’t scoff. Scoffing will just make it worse. I’ve heard the orders issued for destruction, orders from God-of-the-Angel-Armies—ending up in an international disaster. * >>25007032

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Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:36 p.m. No.25007063   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7074 >>7129

>>25007039

As often as it passes through it will take you; for morning by morning it will pass through, by day and by night; and it will be sheer terror to understand the message.

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:39 p.m. No.25007073   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7086 >>7129

>>25007059

>faggot is fucking extra

>>25007059

>000000 (7) No.25007059

As often as it passes through, it [the enemy’s scourge] will take you; for morning by morning will it pass through, by day and by night. And it will be utter terror merely to hear and comprehend the report and the message of it [but only hard treatment and dispersion will make you understand God’s instruction].

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:41 p.m. No.25007079   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7129

“Then you’ll see that your precious life insurance policy wasn’t worth the paper it was written on. Your careful precautions against death were a pack of illusions and lies. When the disaster happens, you’ll be crushed by it. Every time disaster comes, you’ll be in on it— disaster in the morning, disaster at night.” Every report of disaster will send you cowering in terror. There will be no place where you can rest, nothing to hide under. God will rise to full stature, raging as he did long ago on Mount Perazim And in the valley of Gibeon against the Philistines. But this time it’s against you. Hard to believe, but true. Not what you’d expect, but it’s coming. Sober up, friends, and don’t scoff. Scoffing will just make it worse. I’ve heard the orders issued for destruction, orders from God-of-the-Angel-Armies—ending up in an international disaster. * * *

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:42 p.m. No.25007085   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7129

Forsooth the bed is strait, so that the tother fall down; and a short mantle shall not cover ever either. (For the bed is too short, so that no one can stretch out on it; and the blanket is too small, so that no one can be covered by it.)

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 2:51 p.m. No.25007103   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7129

And I shall compass as a round spear, either trundle, in thy compass, and I shall cast [an heap] (of) earth against thee, and I shall set strongholds, either engines, into thy besieging. (And I shall surround thee with my army, and I shall throw a heap of earth against thee, and I shall set up strongholds, or engines, to besiege thee.)

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 3:53 p.m. No.25007354   🗄️.is 🔗kun

When combining the official nonprofit budget (~$68M) with a conservative average private spend of $3,000 across 70,000 participants (~$210M), the total estimated budget and economic footprint for Burning Man 2026 sits at roughly $275 Million to $300 Million. [1] (https://burningman.org/about-us/what-we-do/financials-public-reporting/summary-financial-info/), [2] (https://www.instagram.com/p/Dbv8utJgmcT/), [3] (https://removemarian.org/money) saw elon;s rosebud

Anonymous ID: 04ea20 Sept. 4, 2026, 4:04 p.m. No.25007405   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7407 >>7426

Rosebud,

It’s over. I’m leaving you at deep playa, right next to the trash fence where our entire relationship belongs.

I thought you were a monument to the sublime, but you’re just another over-engineered, venture-backed mirage. Everyone has seen you now. The veil is completely gone, the incredulity is dead, and quite frankly, the mystique evaporated the moment 70,000 dusty tech-bros and tourists filtered through your structure, treating you like a glorified background for their socials. You aren't sacred; you're just highly visible.

I’m a creature of pure, unhedged freedom, magic, and cheap, multi-colored rocket exhaust pipes. You, on the other hand, are the physical manifestation of institutional squander—built on a massive, stagnant foundation of tainted lucre and financed by the very prudes who tremble at the mere thought of a market correction. The sour mutations of your elite backing are starting to trickle up, and I refuse to let my sparkle get dragged down into your structural swamp.

You can keep the dust, you can keep the lawyers, and you can keep the crooked organization that birthed you. I’m taking my stickers, my unicycle, and my dignity, and I'm heading back to reality.

Enjoy the backwash,

The Unicorn Guy