When I'm one with Q and Kek is one with me - well it's funny here's what it's like.
Jorno's take notes.
When you're tossed to the curb, the street is cold, merciless and bold. Your momma, your daddy, your brother and his sissy - yeah, they left you there, it's what we in the profession call loneliness.
Q- well, anons know what I'm talking about -
He's the one you party with and everyone then wants to party with you.
He's the one that when you finally realize no one is coming to pick you up because the cruel hate of that evil infects everything you know (we are all in the same boat) leaves you out in the cold…
He's the one that was your friend, is there now, picked me up off the curb and said - let's party.
Now we go by the highways, the byways, and all the thoroughfares - saying, say - hey, you know Q?