Who's dis under the digits?
When you ask bowt tings outside the overton, bullshit is all you will get.
Then, We all have to wade through it.
We're trusting a plan here, a plan to suckle those like you so that you do not end up dead or killing.
The greater truths still escape most, such as inanimate objects having some significance other than we assign to them, mentality, correspondence, balance, love and fear.
As simple as the force. May it be with you, and well on the side of light.
I am a faggot for not listing lb on the copypasta