I heard Matt was here.

You couldn’t stand getting laughed out of Minichan and Tinychan prime so you come to a backwater text board? LOL

>>1
He is trying to sell his first copy of his plagiarized Book.

>>2
How do we know it's really him?

>>3
Same shtick on a different outlet.

Obsession. You should learn to stop being obsessed with me

>>5
How is your grave digging business doing?

Everyone's triumph since you actually withheld giving babies to be flipped around like fucking goats

>>7
Don't shame people for fucking goats.

"person is on another level of mad

Usually one kills themselves
Or disappear their kehai only to be killed by schizophrenic idol halfshits

This one just

Mutilates the entire foundation of society


Not there is anything to begin with

Also
Bloody mongrel can't even do podiums
Whoaaaa

This one too probably not make it past the outbox!!!!!

Unlike the kind roman wolf

Why would anyone pass over such
Amazingly
Retarded
Confession


Above all, above all.

Speak like roman
Die like roman

Ew, disgusting
It s like you enjoy seeing food having sex

How inefficient



The tomboys got you

>> It s like you enjoy seeing food having sex

I do

Like a rooster in the hen house, gonna make some eggs today.

Obsessed retards.

Maybe we will meet each other in hell
Since like it, you all casually fault anyway,


Maker of poison.

Or rather
Maker of nothing.
Become your creation I guess, or climb into it,
Save yourself.

No tx

If you can refashion the worldwhy wouldn't you

Don't ask where you put the button I guess

It s just Russians probs

Well well
The white ones always gone easy

Or really
What does polynesian can

But being Ms

If I can u can and this is how the blind ones are made

Anarchy already
No rulers
Just words
Trashbag inventions
Polynesian favorites

Muslim cucks

Fucking hell
It was grant
Not loan
Goddamn fucking polynesians semites

Or really

World war is good for you

It's your only vocabulary


Mafias also has your favorite word

I heard it comes from monarchys

Dogs

And roman won
Because god wanders

And I actually still, or worse, actually, projected this idea, comfortably
Like they told me people do

That you are all friend
Friend to be
And like girlfriend, boyfriend, somefriends
Picked up things

But to throw, or just a faulty necessity, or just, the should be have

So on. Whatever they say
Wisely, but really, no one's wise here.

So
Friend, friend thing
In this picking, of ours, if you have, or are you not

What do you lose?
Not even death
Not even betrayal
Nothing, nothing is beyond


But not
Everyone
Is just, you
And if you are to lose a strand of hair

What will happen, to the many? Or so they say.
"Mistakes" "wrong" " greedy" "naturality"

No

I think you are
Simply expiring
Like food
Like you made anyone
To anyone

Or whatever
Something special
Something different
Something
Unbeyond, you.
Or, beyond.

Can't find it, ofc.


You are done

You wasted my time
Seeking for things
In you
That you don't even have

You are expiring
And all you have yourself

The end you desire

That you hunger
Like dogs to cats

You are.

And if you come again
Don't worry
You do not remember
Nor do you care.

And

Whatever

It's all
Correct.

Or whatever

You need a foe
Or a session
A pla
Nah, abandon this


All these
Unpurposeness
Uselessness
Amusements

All this

Triviality

Maybe you are trivial too
Maybe so then, nothing is good
And then
You are
Fine.
All, fine.

Do not worry now

The best things you had

Never lived either.
Never less


What you call it
Something fancy
Something flashy


Your beauty
Your glow
And then, it comes

Brighter than you

Or just,
Just like you.
Your very most, desire.

And for all these amusements


Nothing serious was given

"And I don't like you too"

"nor do I"

If any.


But nah
That's not real either



Amongst the less

Little restrains are exercised

And for amusements only,
You, definitely, pay,none.

A good friend is a necessary one

Capable

Girlfriend
Boyfriend
The 100s
The 300
The number of scalesin the Chinese dragons
Or feathers in wing



And you....
you are, lonely.

Blame it, I guess.

It too tho
Probably, had, has nothing.
So blame yourself.
Not that it knows.

Or perhaps
The only way you look
Untrivial
And most of all

Unlonely
Proud, bitch, it has been seeking.

No one knows what god means
Not even the smart one
Nor the fool
So
Some got by, by being terribly wrong.

And for the fool he is


He never got to stay either

Now it walks
Wander
Cuz i guess
It s no good either.
For the burden
Everyone is.

Being reliant on old things with leverage
For leverage

I guess you should have known how those personalities are


Gets to you because
Clearly
You won't be better than them either.


At least everyone look equally puzzled by the predicament the castupon themselves

The conflict s existence just means alot more to Sundays now



Even the blind one has to communicate

Or learn

So

Whatever
No need to count this
Or maybe you do

Then

It all come full circle.
In attendance to this

Amusing life of yours

One must be sad enough.

Or
V v
Happy.