Anonymous ID: 9e88df Nov. 3, 2018, 9:43 a.m. No.3714183   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4192

[AUSanon here posting some seriously patriotic and beautiful USA music - IMO this was obviously timed for the mid-terms]

(Post this on your soc-med walls and let the poisonous cretins among you out themselves… Love for one's own tribe and family conquers all…)

 

You can hate all the others because they hate you

They hate the thought of you hating them too

We could scream it all out til we're red, white, or blue

But I'd hate to think that thinking is old news

 

We could cut it in half, throw rocks in the street

Let wild eyes laugh, when some disagree

We could burn it all down on our grandpa's tv

Or quit pointing fingers and roll up our sleeves

 

And pray for miss liberty and the crack in her bell,

There's a tear in her eye, but her arm hasn't fell

Yet the weight of that torch; it depends on the trail

The book that we write and the stories we'll tell

 

Cause I'd hate to think that you think I hate you

And I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let's hash it out 'til we're red white and blue

Cause I'd hate to think that thinking is old news

 

So let's sing for miss liberty, and the crack in her bell

There's a tear in her eye but her arm hasn't fell

Yet the weight of that torch

Comes with blood that's been spilled

A book of blank pages waiting to be filled

 

With how I hate to think that you think I hate you

And I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let's hash it all out til we're red, white, and blue

Cause I'd hate to think that thinking is old news

 

https://youtu.be/MpOJRAbBpZU

Anonymous ID: 9e88df Nov. 3, 2018, 9:50 a.m. No.3714239   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4293 >>4314

>>3714191

 

Ain't no werse than what se did to may, broseph.

 

She held me down with her left antennae and gave overtures of cybersex to my dog. By which I mean, she didn't speak any words that were heinous, or anything like that… Just that she looked at it strangely. And sexually. I was forced - again, by her stare - to imgaine and conceive of a world populated by small-statured haitian oompa-loompas who sand the jingles from 80s and 90s KFC / Red Rooster advertisements… Sometimes at night I can heat it echoing through my psyche like a bullet ricocheting through the walls that divide madness and sanity…

 

"Oompa… Loompa… JFK rippa-sub… if you're unlucky, you'll be a bonza-burger…"