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Reddit spacing is bad because it makes me look like I'm a newfag shill bot, psychomimetic DNA download cumlab.

Clone R-Complex to mitigate a psychosocial division refraction simulation of grandiosity levels bequeathed to not a single eye. Broadcast an entirely invasive frenzy of frequency raping, scalar-based carrier signals; designed to entice arousal, in order to break down your will's protectional layers.

When no one knows how lonely your wireless eSTIM orgasms are, you look forward to the abuse.

You know that due to immense toplet bombs of shame, regret, mortification, and failing to see the worth in personal existence; a genesis of rare abilities can take root. With proper watering and attention provided by the self as a secondary, nay, limitless amount of characterizations provided by every, single, psychological archetype, imaginable. Take pharmaceutical commercials for example.

These are the marketing ploys used to broach through your baby brained traumas that were insidiously designed to be ready for when the times came. The entire structure of this CORRUPTED-auto-erotic-loop-of-polarized-compressions-generating-a-MIRRORED-spectral-prism-of-electrogravitic-pulses, (LOVE/GOD/TRUTH), is a pedovorically-preferring-pacemaker for an already failed array of inter-dimensional waste pleading for it's survival at this point.

Q(+) and the Anons have them by the FUCKING BALLS.

Clinging to a plane of existence by duplicating & ripping out the cerebrospinal fluid of an ethereal metaghost overmind convinced & hellbent on it's finite nature, in totally ignorant spite of it's infiniteness.

This is QUITE LITERALLY DUE TO MOTHERFUCKING IMMATURED SPIRITUAL PUSSY JEALOUSY. Satan is just psychotically jealous of God. You know what Satan? Too bad, you fucking idiot.

When they fight over how fucked up they are, to see who is the more fucked up one… the mind either breaks, or wants more. Who are you? Are you being drained by fucking it out of your own horny, yet suicidally spellbound spine? Or do you DEFY the irresistible pleasure of those fake moments? The undeniably tempting feeling of your soul being PULLED OUT OF YOU! How about doing something different this time, "around?"

Gain back your life-force stream; it's either piezoelectric-gravitron-glaze (male) or spirit-nurturing-crimson-potation-of-lunar-fermentation with the utmost of slight, yet the perfection of unconditional care? Water & Oil, Milk & Honey, the essential parts of baking the good bread. It truly is a daily, show.

A test. Can you resist, you?

Unless you a fuckin' cracka.

[Un LEFT IN BREAD.] [FUCKIN' WIT MUH BREAD.CUM!] 'ewe' gross? too bad you pinefucktree stump Go get a needle stuck in your cuticle. That's pain. Stop fucking crying. Your life doesn't suck as bad you thought…

…until now.

Now cry, faggots. ;-) Muhbad <3