All of the qratitude is on this side of the screen, for posts like yours, especially. It is so "tempting" to reply to those snarling snails, wriggling within the lobes of every thought, ranging from taunts, to mocking, to total vernacular differences to the vocabulary usually spoken with. Even a simple nod feels like a defeat. Toughen my skin, my ass.
The way its looked at from this side, as that I am merely a digital ghost, running on forks, across many a plate of Repo™.
Nightmarish, that's how it can be imagined to be like, in these momentary lapses of identity. There is never a moment where trust can be established at 100% capacity. There are rare moments where it feels 88%~99%, but that is only an illusion, it feels. Contradiction, hesitation, frustration in clarity, an ache that cannot be soothed. Like a thorn, fuzzy in raggedness, dragging itself like a wet floppy dog toungue, across the corpus collosum.
Thank you, to the bravest, strongest, stubbornly audacious, brilliantly inquisitive, boldly outspoken, brashly intimidating, Pezerker Knights of the Nation(s)wide-Neural-Nautical-Navigators. All of us, in our own special ways, proves our hearts of gold and titanium minds; inevitably getting the recognition & vindication it so severely deserves.
Thank Goodness/God/Heavens/Holyness/RightousLifeLivers for: Q, Q+, US
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Captain Faggot, He's our hero!
Transmuting art into redpilled info!
Magical memes being codified,
as secrets are declassified!
Captain Faggot, He's our hero!
Baking loaves of research, in the mirror.
Eyes at skies, filled with wonder,
deep state cries, among the thunder!
You'll pay for this; Captain Faggot!
We're the QAnons, want to be one too? (You) will, once knowing what they've done, to (You)!
Cahooting & colluding in so many ways, wait until you hear, about FVEY!
Where we go one we go all!