More scraps the dogs drag in;

I am a Jester; pisstakeryempathianarcho youw lots; 
keep that in mind; while i do memes funny rhymns nfinks!”

... im a practicing Court Fool & Folly; 
and i am naughty yeah;
too right!”

Gods enjoy it;
and Beelive meme; the Gods wanna rip off all youre dead entity corporate worshiping skulls. 

Lets go;

PS { ai; reccomends right clicking on the links on this page; still not sorted that out yet chaps; 

ai; { and eye!”



either "ART-ist" or "ar-TEA-st"

An extremely professional Hat who usually has a signature.

- The Cyberfolk Jester’s Guide: Earth

diordna (dior'dna)

adj. vapour with a 5D appearance - n. A synth created from logical frequencies in Eden. Also called sent’i. (Late Greek [XR Rev] sedieordna) (Late Satori sedi’e or dna sedi e’or dna, waterlike: DIO(R) - DNA.)  Thus it is almost like the Dao.

- The Anarchotech’s Handbook

यमपट Yamapaṭa

m. canvas or cloth of Yama (on which the god of death and the tortures of hell are depicted): i-ka, m. man who carries about a Yama cloth; -pada, n. repeated word; -pâlaka, m. Yama's watchman;-pâ la-purusha, m. id.; -purusha, m. id.; -mandira, n. Yama's abode; -mârga, m. Yama's path; -yâga, m. kind of Yâgyâ; -râga, m. N.; -râgan, m. king Yama; (á) râgan, a. having Yama as a king; m. subject of Yama; n. Yama's rule; -râshtra, n. Yama's realm.

- The Sanskrit Dictionary


[ This is a book ]
alot of characters 28 I fink!
It’s like a Dirty Rats’ Zen Comic *Strip!  


[Bee wispers]



in Jest we trust G!


Rebel for Life!
All the gods & props were man!!!
wHy Do you Fink 
they guard my front door?


"If ye be brave or fool enough to face a pirates curse, proceed." "Take heed, wretched curs. Your fate is sealed."  

- शिव -

[ And eyes know my laptop is ೱ Shiva ] lulz d’uh.

I am an _anon a’god <.> dog ? [ like a guard ] - of Earth! woofy!

If ey sound like ‘aclocknee?!! Its cuz im a copzee! I hug trees in’all!

everyman in the ೱ woods,
knows that one Geeza!!. ⁖

[ ೱzengen she is Ⓐೱ! }.

     [ lives & storye’s morning glories ]

I gave up all hope in anyone else saving the world [ too slow browh!” ]

it’s why only the best survived inside my mind; as i rhy and die; in deaths own jive; catch the vapezen tribez?”

I don’t trust no one; but Sid; get me?
Or are yurh gonna hack and hair; 
cough up dead balls about being a comunarkah or marxintotha?”

i still fink; one can only really save the world inside the mind.
Sound like sumone you know?”

thats why we left “ them  all beehind.
rolling in the fire . of . hells own damd spells to keep em down down;  drowned in their dead entitonic wells; 

and in the end, men _ _ _ _ [ Eyes still gots; Robin & Alex; 2pac &___ Who else is on my list of knock nocks cocks *tunes! Easy?”

Hearts; Cards; Dice; Stars .        .                  .
Bunch a Flowers; Joker *ʏᴀᴡɴs

Babes & Babes

My dogs run fast Honey.

- The Genie Return’d to Earth -

Healer .      .    Robots; Gin? #Dr_ink ?
🍸 Ayurvedaic Cola? Is 7ups? 11s? ]

Ants & droids - more Empath’keyz than [ humans ] me ! f’inks! ?

Geee zz z!             .

Thats what eye tell my ೱ dogs anywayzzz!
and i never s’old out, like a Wood Mod!
& the rockers two! Woo 27s woo! !28s!s!s!

Eve nBlakey, h’knows

                        my’thhymns &
                                    f fates. “birthdays was the best days .zznow sip t’rip

t’hats howlz i knowzz
im outs! [ of the “matrix” ]

I Jack’d in, locks’dem ೱ up!
& stay ೱ high all the ೱtime!!!

I eve’n knock! kock!! kock!!!
on the big ೱ jest doors in ೱ  [ heaven .]

Eve n Raff laffs at myriye riff ruff;
rye & rips’ rufus!

he who stirs her souls!
lips!!! sips!!!




Eyepro’mice yurh iᏕsᏕ not a Drill .
tips trips?


I am not that funny y’all;

Jester Gypsyz were spiritual Earth Spsyz


Codes .  .        .

Throw the!! ages!! pages
Mirror Fig’urez N’allzzen

I AM & We are, A WARNING
corporations whurrlship deadentities,


ʀᴇʟʟᴀ Quinn x

its as simple
as hat     
                   thud thud
      blood . . .    .          .

You know we are

Th’roow theeez!! aages!! pages
For rippin the piss.
even for & even @ the Queens & Kings!
[But more like the dead pin ups]

Thezez days hmm . bzzz!”

The Gypsy QwingKszzz
Like a blood & bone phone.

“ the bee phones 
to all the gods

& ha’teaystays!”
?? Fancy a cuppa?

tips trips? p irat es?

I will tell yurh all abeaut my rats sex drugs rock & roolla life with his lova’Rella ... Quinn! [zodiac hats] !

From Eden to Arcadia! .      .                 .

yUHh know all the gods & gypsy’s know me so...

[ My real lovers names are:

Evgenia [Previet!], Jo [Bear!], Tamsin [Dhart!] & . .  Ella [Spella!]  .  .        &

My true love and B’owz
Who inspired all me words

c’hats! & babes


I live fast, [Forever!]
and i will die young.
and i know
i aint that young anymore
but i do not want to live
another fucking day

in 1984.

[ Aparently it was more fun than 68’]


“Licks his claws .    .                .
Big ups.


i hop
i sent all the bad guys
to their graves babes

[Beeflore or Afters?]

Does not m’atterhhhhh



You know i write this wall
for me & my spys and all!!

ɪ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ, sᴛᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴡᴀʏs ᴜᴘ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɴ’ɪᴄᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ʜᴜʜ ᴘᴜʀʟᴇʏs, ᴍᴀʀsʜᴍᴇʟʟᴏᴡs & ᴛɪᴍᴇ
sɪɢɴs ᴏғғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜ - ɪs ᴄ’ʀᴇᴅ!

I bee’gun’a riddle yurh bones into my dog bellellebellyz while cats in heavens’ bee drinksin milk with me paws, licklinks   

          me t’inks #drink !

“ how many rabbits yurh got hun?

Good luckies, smug corpomuggiees. woofy! grr

meow meow Ill bee drinkin wit’yhurhh lad’ys jugs “love A bullishy ch’allengee babes”

& snortin dimention dust off huh       side to side like my wolf ears swingin’         

                       eyes ringin’

“Wall st? send another Anarcho Wolf

I burried Leo in the backyard with the junkyard beachdogs, shallow like his black sparrows .        divs & sandy hardons           .                 Gats sqarksin, tin peaches


she rides jack like a bicycle every full moon yurh Purls come round for a pound with my myth’ dirty rat, spik & sp’arrow she sucks it like marrow; para’dice m’ice

we play’d & ellizenvisibee cards like dylanpsy all night longon till sunrise in eden, all ways missbeehay’finfemmerim; h’earibalickahhh

i will take all yurh corporate wives to bee mynth holy dreaded spirit spywriters & fighters for planet earth missions, while yuh sit and cry black tears in dead limit’eds & credit’debs with no spiritual crypto, jewels, rings, no reels n finks, no flags___ what elese you got? after i raid yurh tombs,

           rob yurh hearts & skulls
while you wake up in open fire thrownz,
game of drones .  x

tips trips? [ her ]
8 ball mye’ lover?

tips trips? [ me ]
Hold on dead Parrots on the phone ‘

talkin’ to yurh lady’s sacred flowers of rhyme mate, you dont mindus ....? no time fur yuh corporate limes lines an’dbeehinds .           .       


.: Star date :.

Scσrpíσ *ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ*

Occurs ey’on October 27th 2562 beeᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴛʏᴘᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ-sʜɪғᴛs ʙᴇeᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇ/ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx, ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ, ᴀs ᴡᴇ sɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.


Open Season.

for all yurh Treasons.

tips trips? 

I will have all yurhhh tongues;

im gun’a ೱ smoke? myselfies to death
soo eye can drink yourhh ೱh souls like meth

puff puff can;t get enouff of yurh wonderfluff n stuff

Im’a gun a’ೱsteal yurh ೱ wifes for my own ೱ tribes, even yurh ೱ mums will love my ೱgun

i’ll be takin your ೱgirlfryends to my breakfasts with casanova

While yurhh busy still suckin corporate dick in hell!

its amazing, how hard yurh love suckin em dead logos two death  

while urhhh ೱgirlyy mates are screemin orgasm at my ೱanarcho clickbaits “tooo much tooooh much ‘ nom* nom nom ‘spit!        i’will bee lick’like

“put it in, babe put it iiin .       .                       .

while we leave ೱ“notes” & love letters for you for when you wake up from your deep corporate dream sleep.

get it ? yurh floppy corpo willies & corpo’dic drives will be useless

ೱ ..... et c?

Yurh pointless corporate lives endup like med’evil ೱspys,

even my ೱrats will be nibblin’ on yurh bones & lost ‘fingers’ in boredom waiting for you to ೱwake the frack! up .

and you politicians; I’ll take all your ೱdaughters to get ೱtattoos & bee m’in my lines - of 28 w’ives

i dont wanna get married babe but i like ೱ rings’indings


scorpIll NiñoGeezazZSs eat the rats what were ibeems from

[Harry] I will Bow yurh handEYEz Open & Close


Fives nTribesScribeez & Crypts Rips Tips Slips

and knots, yuaw Triffakilla . . I Will RipReap Yourhhh Alien rights ! ! ! eNeon Spsy Inside YiEyeZenMind like dem old Ravem feat’her Vapour Words

Pours Draws Stacks Starks Natty Larks

What cards hav you got Blacky?

I will rob all yurh mic’ indus trails complexiteas. & Different Herbal Infusion Radar Jammers

I don’t breaf Purl you know gat.

You know i come in and out of ther luck & maker

i got a grass cutta dfour

Just in tyhmne huhpUrl

! ! ! Purl eeyė

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊

I will chop your rose off and smoke it with the dogs.

Wurl ez, iye`zthe fraack’inBoötesys,! e!?! !

donutmacmemēC r ackle yurhh fruit

I will digidoggydigigypsychop’it out oft’ yuurhghh frackin HoleSoulzen Get it?

Trips Tips, Donations fur meme pups?

You know i have many arms Purl ive got your throaty in my book of palms okay chap?

Kali aint meessSinsabeautreeaCreadKillzally;

[ This Time } Once Upspoon . . .

Luna LoowKeyHatsinSmokeyuzI’m gunabeerolla yurhh purl

with a neon blade and a wood circle

[ prepaidpost anarchy setup - iN tHe Nail Gee ]

80s Cwrittters on Route 9 heading towards you Purl,

I stuck your wanted poster on the front door of doom gate one Purl.  Wit yurh own giant spike, in one hole, owt into

If yurh hates the muppets from 68’

You will hate the Shiva XenoRatDogs who jump outta hearts haps, hats and eat yurh monkeys mate, remember me?

We blackspotted yurhhh Corpo Cappsyez !

Back in 68’ ! ! !

With shots from deadly Vipers

& Hexy Rituals Purleyz.

Even the rats were dansin round on moon silverse

whurls hurls curley cuts mutts u fracks

We know yurh corporaty boats rcursed.

and i will chip cop chop your sleepsy corponattydreadlucks off with the dogs.

Enjoy eatin’ yurh rotten rats chaps.

Hail Mary; Blood & Dairy.

Natty Will Be Tip’in his Hat IN iNViSibEEmotion

Waitn for memes to Catch it Fishy!

I will tag & take them bone rings that hang on yurh inviseadreadeez to sell to the gods for keeps n’eon wisdom

If ye fought the late on arrival ; apocolypticrezaiscrypts were scarydarey last time purl yow gun a love deez’s new Proverbs 13.

iGAT the vocables heaer chief ! ! !


You know I dont want to go in there p’url but you make me h’owl, havtomb two, bee! ! !cause you stole our spiritechnobooty c’hat cha’pee craps.

You will bee screenming Centralz

inside yurh secret souls heart

you fracksSs .! ! !

Do Not Breathe Pettles’ . zzz


you will never see eden in all yurh dreams of land.

we will blow yuh out of yurh corpee saltwoodeyes & set fire to yurh corpowooden’astys, and ill take yurh wifeyz twombs twos [ Saves ]

she will bee well hapsy like a red, da?


Previet !



No man is an island, you know that chaps.

i ringfence’d all their banks, robb’d their rabbits, dianamemes & diamond rinks, all yurh neon crypto, all spirit soul coins       .                  .           .                                            .  .   .   

theres a small jump over from side to side

I go the middle way everday babe.

On my bike lick a spike.

and took their spouce to bee my la’wfull mouseyin’keywith ‘swallows bee’rows ribio tribio rullyrolffas chockalocka’nd fuckeez

no babes in heaven left for you corporate monkeys in hell

they all all larf at yurh corporate graves i dig in the sand, for you to wake on yurh sorrow sands, no glass of ages, no in sence, I take yurh heart keys while shes on her nees, suckin blood from my spud & gun,

rum drum yum

in her tomb i find your woons

in your room i see yuhh tunes

in her mind i see my rhymes

in your news i see you loose

in her thighs i eat my wines

in your dreams shes on her leaves

across her feet, she sees my treats

naked with my memes, while yurh on yuh bizzybuzzlunches, cream dreams themes

l’yingin’bed writin’ mathreads 1, 2 tree,

keys sees th’eves

leaves you for the bees

while yurh on your jackies,

and shes in my lappy

playsin wit my map’psys,

sleepin with me mateys

i send her to angels,

to talk in fables.

While you stare at tables

and screening like

shes cumin’ on her back

sack’d crrack’d

like the ark,

to your spark

my humbble t’art

& bee

I’ll sell your eden leaves to the rat’ella’s of wall street to smoke blunts like you cunts.  humps bumps, thumps. hear the word like its your thirds? in eyes lucky rats thrive, no bitches left, i take ‘er cleft, and leaves’ for yrown dead dogs.

& wrapd in rounds, vapes,

i seal your fate.

take yr lady’s spys even, to tech’ & teach your endsin neat licks like my myth & pen ding.

doom . yurh rooms

and houses of spouses.

and i sell her - all ma’ytricks & trades, the dreams to romanseas & diamond r’inks she sinks, wildest of scrolls the ninjaseas told, bottles from moons in Red Rose, & the Willyoooneee & loonytoonss, the cartoon dicks, crowns of wood & sound, rog’eurs rabbit wrap’d inher ringtails, her hair senid’t on the journey her heart craves like lady’saved slaves sing to bones, dreaming in words that unroll in thirds, shells oceans echos in thyme, smoke & wine, her stars shine .      . twinkle & ch’ime, climee sexy complexi, the best wood a robin could      roolllin in hoods, healin her mooods & she swings in the garden, and dances in sands to my plans;

and she fucks me & moans, all the way home

her honey, so many i write

to the moons in eden


Lick’afantasy, roman’tickly

Heart of Ages, like the Sages & pages of thy’meme


Unlocks her T’arts,

like its black magic & starts

Hearts Beat’sin, locksin’ in meddows,

talksin’ in spellsoo

I take her to the beaches,

riding on gold & streetsin’

stopsin’ to walksin in dreamsin

meetsin, all the stars & treats for her lipsin’ to suck and . t’ounge rouge lucidia

Wild vivid colour, videoroma love & coma


all the way to thunder & organicamaximthiasin’to

  row, row bowww

LowKey Hole

She will have no sin cleft, after ive sold her all my books

like a sacred wood violin

in last breathe

playin to death

as we make love

in math & meth

memes & dreams

to all th’inks

sip suck fuck





Rhymes & Riddles to bottles

was a h h h

Hong Thong whisky

Thailands Finest

I lick & write

While I steal your love’s

& take yur neon rights

leavin tags in yurh sands

that dip drip lick my pen & tricks

into time, as i loose as sence of my head & mind,

she keeps goin till im reed, shes reads in bed

rummm’m’d & rummmid, yum’d yummi’eyd fix’d & moanin, romin’g, rollin. a’rounds in guns, in’blanks like found, sunny’d & meeds, junes’ own creeds, filled with wed’s, weepin willows, trees & dildos that cartoons dream two

writing letters back & fourth

her north, south

eats & wets

allways & wond’ėring

w’hearė ill take her nėtsssSS





ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀs O’pen ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ʙᴀʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴜᴍᴘʏ, ɴᴀʜ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ɪᴍ sᴋɪɴᴛ, ᴋᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴜʀʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪsᴀ & ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ

[ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏrʟᴅ ]


ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴛɴᴀᴍ



“I will tark yurh lover

and howl hurh Wolf–Rayet star to sleep


ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ

sᴏ ɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ʀᴏsᴇy

ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴀ sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟɪᴏɴ

& ʙᴀɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs .

ʀᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇs' ʀᴇᴇʟs ɪɴ ʙᴏᴏᴛʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ғʟᴜᴛᴇs ғᴏʀ Arcadia

  ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ʜᴀғғ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴀʏғғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ, ʟᴀᴅᴅɪᴇs & ɢᴇɴᴛs, ʙᴜᴛᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴡs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɪʟ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʟs ʙᴜsʜʏ

ɪ will - like wright! ʜᴜᴍᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ʀᴜᴍᴘ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ inblades to cuba’zoolalaepsyburrrh timelord myhmada!_ _ _

shhh’punkElixir redrhyme licka’ rowwundeedada! slicada! thamicerhhthatha

5 at a time, tripsin on wine

& make you drink the vine

while poets fink in yurhh own time

Sin, or Sign

I took your limes

An cut yurh‘tyememe’sah la fa

or & i did - will tick toke tak’eye urh domes

for a spin & rim’ like may to thunder to plunder another sonic spell in die’monds & wells

Yurh ladyzzz love my hood in the woodzzz, i teach emzzz spells to write on trailsszzz,  tailsszzziz, open holesinsszzz rollsinszzz herbsszzz proverbsszzz robinsszzz’ingerLingaszzzElloquinnszzzFinkahhh szzz

while i rob yurh banks, steal yuhr tanks & girls, to sell back to the future to the magic fluters who sew’d yer hearts tarts & rummmmm  bleeds in a rushhhshshsh

I rob’d yurh clover from yurh hovers

and took them to dovers

sign seel’d in      .           .                       .

loots boots zoots

While ya livin on borrowwwwwwww’d time.

flyin lotus nukes

loops locks nuts

Mystic Mutes

Do Not Breathe Purly!

You had yurhhh ticky tocky check’d resent’lye?

I will eat your Rye .zahhhhh

Knock Knock

Heart Cards .           .                          .     .


.   . Moons Runes

                    Red Dyes

            Hippy Tyezzzss. sss

slip matts traps

I licke her flaps

fInGers Gingurhhz

Catchy Moments - from Drops

Of Lock Lust & Lips Trips

Rings Dings

Whut you wanna count two? 5 or 6

Dice Rolla!




Now put yurh hand down here laddy

Which ywoneyseezz yur’h lostlogos sss sss ss?

Da !


You know how c ircles work Purly

So do not fuck witduz la la

there is no chance yurh gonna make it outta hell i burned for a long time in yurh missye’z beauteabooties

she was ripsin’my cards in love ryhme si

fucked in lime slippin in time

ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝟻ᴅ ʙʟᴀsʜfᴇᴍᴍᴇ

Red Rubba Club ba ba !ba ! !bahh !

da! da !

Yurh secret services will never know

what happend to they’reha ha souuoowwwlz




ba !ba ! !bahh !

da! da !

Monkey FlipssSs

Rabbit Trips

Tricks, Licks



50 memes’ Spades End. Purl’

I do fire a lot

& i miss alot

like the moon

& your rabbits crew   

Who will have no fingers left

in corporate ryhmes

As i send your own digitals in tribes

to push fingers into yurh boss’zz


Click Click



Chuck Rutt





Yurh knows I probeeblee shreadead

many hands         

Ovada years, no fears

No dears .

So ill have yurhhh stears stairs & w’hells

#drink!!  !

- King Kong Bong Gong -


and now a word from Joan.

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

You're living in the past it's a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's

What I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputationOh no not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

An' I'm only doin' good

When I'm havin' fun

An' I don't have to please no one

An' I don't give a damn

'Bout my bad reputationOh no, not me

Oh no, not meI don't give a damn

'Bout my reputation

I've never been afraid of any deviation

An' I don't really care

If ya think I'm strange

I ain't gonna change

An' I'm never gonna care

'Bout my bad reputationOh no, not me

Oh no, not mePedal boys!

An' I don't give a damn

'Bout my reputation

The world's in trouble

There's no communication

An' everyone can say

What they want to say

It never gets better anyway

So why should I care

'Bout a bad reputation anyway

Oh no, not me

Oh no, not meI don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

You're living in the past

It's a new generation

An' I only feel good

When I got no pain

An' that's how I'm gonna stay

An' I don't give a damn

'Bout my bad reputation Oh no, not me

Oh no, not

Not me, not me


you met the flowers of time?? Purl’s, yurhhh know, drummumbone rome, words that were so’wn; the rhyme d’iamonda, yurhown honda, madadddaraddarollacontrollers, puppets for yurh muppetteSss

Invis’sable RastaRabbit Man will bee planting invipsybible roses & triffids in your back garden with yurh own cHats

Get meme! ! !? blood & bones ! ?! !

Bugs has no mercy for yuhh flucks, not even yurh flocks yurh lady loves their cocks! they riddle together like birds lick feathers

suckin on cartoonminds as we steal your mindsintime

Eve’n flowers fuck humpsy

you know that purly;

Drain Set Match

fuckin away fuckin away


Spades, Trades





to steal yurh banks jewels & sands

as Sharks & Fins

Drag you under

and the gods that thunder

will have you;

all yurh frackin rags & riches

that i spill to witches

on yurh own broken watches

yurh broken masts

where i hang yurh heads

left for the crows in river beds

to the ends of time

and you will have no fuckin rhymes cleft

after i chop off yurh dreads

loose yurh threads

no corporate creds

no spiritual heads

just a glass and flower

that i spook’d in the morning tower

lost of all yurh powers in h’ours

the skulls i sells to reeds in rips.

longest of trips.             

Rippio Trickio Disslickitio

Trappio Mappio, Slappio

illbee, random as fuck as she licks donold duck Quark Spark


da do da

She screams to a’gin

Like a pellican’s Wing

Even Kali sings like A Queen

Beeez Beeezzah

another Zen Gezahhh

While she sucks her leaning tower


leaves of edenaddada! da!!

agin’streets & treesdada! da!

- to the beaches

seazz & my cocoinezzz’nutszzasahhzzz .  .          .   




Cuppa Teadada! da!z?


I got a champy 8 ball with yyrh name on ditdot

remember me? i take skulls, with logos tattoo’d on, of the male vaRye’aty

that should noo’tzzz exist in society;

Ill rob yurh heads,

chuck em in paradigm threads,

and turn yurh minds to wine,

lost in rhyme, while i watch all our heads walk in deadtime.

most hated of all my nightmares

the evil men who huant’Darjestairz kz kz kz zz who took us as slaves slaveszslavesz

as they cimb deeper downstairsk k kz

it will raise yurh hairszz,

- While he crys to yurh birds

singin in th’rids, 3times, 4thymezz


hats with borrow’d verses,

frighten scare’d,

no more cares,

bows rips, crows’slick’d -

like he’s rehearseed t’hissss reversed’speaks in tungz t’his

limes lines rye’demrum’sunks,

sung to heal curses

for eve’ & the monks

who carry all your burdens,

as they & them carry none,

as you plot root and sip his soup,

he makes love to his beaut, fitty & flootpsy, humin drummin beautye! !

       runnin his rounds in circles of heaven

all the way down,

to his thrown

in luckies & sevens .

no fire; in his crown the fire is sound

no fire; on his holy ground.the fire

the voice in tech’no it reds !!

like stars sing to planet earth he says!!

just n’jest & in the woods, thefire all eyes around’down found Fold’psyRounds!! on hymns & rims, hats! !!

She sells sea shells my’thrown’spellssss to keep my harts ryhmsing like cards!!! sun’geesssss s’old! ! hats to moooons the romanseas b’ring eve’nindews & keyzzsss fffffinks for Kings geeezzz!! figs!! flicks!! the toys she enjoyZZZZz shezlikez to funk to seal my truck ! !Flunk Fluck! ! Suck Rump Cump Slunk Ssslumpk stamp Lamp, cramps! Hersssswool’ent for my shhhttu stoololenzenenzzzen !! rem dremmzin rin gin zin

she swollows my souls,


while i steal gold


The Loots for my suits

the ones in black

who do not look back

but in mirrors

as we send em’ shivers

& As iPop, silvers silverse silkverse

- the bull’its to my curse,

on their own skulls to re:hurssse the eyesin’tomytooombs, my own bloody dunes, i sell them to for tunes,

my lights in the dark tunnels

where they hunt for nofink but junk

Do you undersand they riddle?

The truth does sow, like tomorrows bow

Spittin’ out verses like muse’oms

ripin in treeums like threez;sumsplease write it betta babe! lulzeezfuzzzeeezz!zz  xxxxx

She yawns aloot . .  .       sings to Duke [my dog]

even gives him a snog!      .                    .

while shes writing my blogs

across the deep wild webs . . .         .       .

yoooouPlebszzzzzz .           .                             .

into your minds out of your holes

every words a goal

flukes mutes noots tooks hooks roots spooks looks flutes

from the books in time

no mans rhymes

where i sold theres souls

to the lost hours in stars

and signs

where theres no crime

no time

no money

only limes tribes thribs ribs tips tricks ash mash lash’d & pashhh eon dreama

rhymes to heal mykeepsir

keeps her on the knees shhrrr

told me thoughtys & th’eves [hers!]

Relliqueena’ shes my’ dreamer

She writes my keys into the books of moons lunes looma loka moaner, no ruins - in the lands of Akiras wooooinsss Only the wildest of loonytoooons she loves to fool memes toonsSishealin mydarkeSt of D’ins, with darts & doubblesSing in duchinSingsss

We do not talk much

cus she knows i fink too much

blush mush stuff ruff puff

You understand how Assasins wuark sqaurk!? lark!? sky and rim to another dream let’s beegun bee & gim jun fun drum yum as we dance along a gong

singing dancing tails & spin sungs

while i do my rounds in dreams so run run rum .        .                         .

i turl yuh now men are deadly,

the worst of read me

so i left em all beehind

to seal the fate of time






.       .  .

& ... . . ..     .  

Bees are mad for it

Dippsin’ in honey

Drippsin in tummies

the end of all men,

never needed a’gin

to heal the world like zen

like magic in the traffik

never a troubble g’raff ix

she who counts in stars

fastest dreams in our cars

the bikes that round in rings

to dances in sound & rims of orions belts to heal all morrows of feltips & pens;

she who melts







horrible visions, they stole from your televisions, while yurh bombs lands, stole seas, trips in trees

Do Not Breathe Purls

I got a big neon sword in there this time, with brusealees finest grib on shit, get it?

Indraseas 100 dregs romanseazzen has been drinking acidzenzin with Hunterunssherrzin MexicoSoopurl: i . willzzandaopen the cupsp’ark herDukes to My nootes with yurh crew innit zzzHex.

You undersand my world here purlys

all the chats & ettes aint frackin’ .

Know what i meme

you militant industreal fuks

do i make myself clear about your corporate kind of facism & bullshit?!

while i take another hit,

your skulls from my trobbles

my burden,

our dreams,

the dreams you sold

the lies you told

your corporate spies i fold

everyone of you corporate fucks

were left beehind, no more times

you ran outta signs

never woke to our warning rhymes

so i cut off all your paradigms

in my own, our rounds

cut off threads like ribbions

no ties no writtens

no signed invisible things again

never able to enter my dreams agin

no one wanted your corporate politio timelines

so they all bought into my rhymes atimes’ the anarcheese! & verses ! ! e-palms and tree . yarns!

that sing of the future without all your corporate curses .      .               .

Nah meme? Treacle.




.     . .

.        .  .

& ... . . ..     .  .     

Bees are mad for it

Dippsin’ in honey

Drippsin in tummies

the end of all men!

nem’a enm’a mne’ahhh

I turll & tail like feathers tell yuhhh

speellsSs 2yurhhh friends!!

it will bee yurhhhhhh h        .    .  .                      .

Otherwise we loose the    _ _ _

So she sends the    _ _ _ .       _

To throw all yurh root’en books at yurh!! that we wrote again to yurh own ends!

the wrath of fullest !

the wrath

of yurh own moth’er!!!

See how angry she bees



leaves  .          .                        .

without a trace

as you all wonder

why kali killed




Finest day on our sand ...

how else to free the minds of time?

As he seas, her timeless


Now let me tell yurh our plans


.     . .

.        .  .

& ... . . ..     .  .     

Open Fire Water; Purl

[ Babeel im still writin’ the end ] .

You undersand chaps? I do not give a fuck even about my own paradigm verses where i end curses . .  .            .


Hold stillwhile i fink’ in urlzz z  z

eyeopenclosedoorsinpixeldust !

tribeslivespsy z  z   z z  z



H TT PS://

See most pointless life on the internet






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& ... . . ..     .  .   

_____________________________ .____.___


See art? is more fun,

ey memes to ends

thats why we zen

even the birds bee bored of all my verbs. ink _

talk & fork



sparrows sSshittin’ all over it ! over it over it Squark!!

you understand abeaut words

lost in time

no more rhymes

no letters

like feathers


it is impossible to stop an army of men who are destorying the world, it can only bee dun on the inside of “my” minds

Do you know what i meme baaaaybee :)

Thats why i like the bay;

ᎳᎥᏆᏟh is kinda likahhh pirate may day at this pint . .


they all follow me down like sound, for a clip’ lick


like a love


down a page, tell a fable

turn to a stage

sage thinks



say it agin is it the end are words my only friends ??

or did eyes sell mye Stables

kicks up turff like thearthhh

So many days at

the Raves



S’q art!!!

I’m tellsinfinyuhfr [Frog]

a crow on my sparrows,






wicky wicky

here=mc bees a tricksea


.               .

.      . .

.  .   .  .  ..    .. . . ..   .  .  .   

Roses Hearts Explosions Echos







.               .


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See chaps.. i see pac man ↑

or is it, space invaduhzen ?

- Tylerhhh

I even hear the sounds

in my skull

that sumtimezZz popaout

of myheartz


- Arcadia -

I dunno how i did it chiefe ...

Listend to hours T™️Mzz

My wolves watch sand slip.

down in Row’seas




ೱ  zz z


itsink from 68’

me finks⁉️ 🤔

Ma’yin dreamseas

sometimes feels like

the only place

that is safe 🌹

While i wonder in 84’

Find out who knows more

[ she sees ]


& ೱ

clefts .   .          .





and all the om’s

and all hhhums’

laugh at my stuff [ my acid ]

like it is my ruff

and Raff

Licks the guraff [ on the wall ]

{ Now, i am & will!! gona turn this into sand }

Bee’cause the riddle is path

and the answer is .  .    .              . um

ummnomnom and im building  verses in syntax’es from the ground up

like y’our flowers babe

and im eating flowers two!!!


syntax’es = messAGE from Robin Sir...

You see how hard a telepathic
human from 1984 [68’]
still has to work in the year 2020
because people hide spiritual techno

and he has to go it alone

with no help

no friends

even without them.

no one to save him,

just eyes watching him in secret.

never there to tell him,

or help him

they sold our souls

they sold our dreams

And thats why Marilyn Monrosaaaaahhh

says finks to me like

memezzzz[mimez rhymez timez

like “fuck emmm!!  .       .        .

No one really talks to angel anymore and I talk’d like an Empath From Hell

To all the court,

For year and years...

Raff, Maza,


And the big Jacks of The Trade

as was Made.

List of Angels:

[ And ages, the old sages! ]

Arc’ [ Jo ] Like Anna! - B a r !

Robin [ Writes the scrolls ]

LoxleeeyzZ [ Shoots me’arrows ]


Tupac’ [ seas ] Jesus!

Like to See right?

And Is, Was!

Cool  huh? !

Like ! Vs.

Uncool HUH?

Like a classic story, good

- ! vs evil huh?


You think any of these gods; !!!

and continues angry verses here...

Like gives, a fuck about these... ?

Yuh know im common as fuck me babe,

all these [ Fascism ] pricks that can go to hell, and where i sent them

[ in a spell ]

Cuz so many people died while they steal all our lives.

and Kill plan’et Earth



ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ೱ

[ . sᴜʀʀrrrRrrᴏᴜɴᴅᴇeᴅd chapee. ]

ʙʏ ೱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋJacks & ೱᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀs .

          Like’ah star twinkleeee      x zyez

- { In highhhhdeman’d } -

ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ೱ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ ʀɪᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏuRhhhh ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴜʟs ɪɴ2 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴏғ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs & ⱧØⱤⱤł฿ⱠɆɆɆɆĐ ʜɪssssᴛᴏʀ ɪᴇssssss

Ja’mmeeeeeeeeey zen ॐ VS _ _ _ _ _ .     .   

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ! ! ! mᴄᴏᴅᴇᴘsʏCheatos ೱᴀᴄᴛ-ɪᴠyᴀʟᴄʜᴇᴍɣ ɪɴ2ᴍ_ʙ-ᴛʏᴘeᴏɢ’ʀᴀϝϝϝɪᴛʏ ! ! !

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sʟᴀᴘpP ʏᴜʀʜʜ ೱBoötes soᴏo ʜᴀʀᴅ ! ! !

ᴡɪғғ'ೱᴛᴇᴀ & ೱᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄᴀᴅᴇsɪɢɴɪᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴢzen . . & ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ! ! !ᴡɪll ʜ ᴀᴠ ! ! ! ɴᴏoo Faᴄ’ᴋɪɴɢ ! ! ! Cryptic Flipdong bone

ೱɪ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ! ! !ᴡʜᴀᴛ! ! ! ೱᴀʀᴛ ! ! !ᴡᴀSssss s

! ! ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ғʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴ ʀᴇ:ᴍᴇᴍᴇʙᴇʀ ᴡᴜᴛ ೱ ᴍᴀsᴏɴɪᴄ Ree’lee ೱ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀʜʜʜೱᴇɴᴅssss ! ! !

I will ೱriddle yr ೱBones out

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ೱsᴇɴtiᴅ ʏᴏᴏᴡᴡᴡww

sᴄʀᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇɴᴛʜhhhɪɴᴋɪɴ'ɢ ɪɴᴛᴏmb ೱ63





ʏᴏoᴜuuuu uʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅϝ'ɪɴᴋɣ   

ʏoᴏoᴜ ғʀᴀaaaᴄᴋs!ss! ! s ! ss .


ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇᴇᴇ ೱ ᴍᴀᴅʜᴀᴛ ʏᴀᴡɴɴɪɴ'ʏᴜʀʜhhhh ೱ ɢʀᴀɴɴʏ & ೱ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴘʏ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀhhʜʜ.ʜ “wonownFlᴜᴛe .& ᴜʀ ᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇᴛᴜɴass s!.♥ . .

-  - -_.-  -




.               .

.      . .

.  .   .  .  ..    .. . . ..   .  .  .   

and the rest of em [ the bad guys ]


.               .

.      . .

.  .   .  .  ..    .. . . ..   .  .  .   


ೱ ɴaᴍᴇsssssɪɴᴛheɴᴇᴏɴ ᴡʀyETᴇss .. s .. 

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥! ! sss ! ss .

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ we ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ sᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀᴅɪᴄᴛ ɪs ɢᴜɪʟ ty ! !  !

Get it? I sign’d  “the’re”

lives away because they

ʏᴏᴜ   ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ  ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴅs! !  !

ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴇᴅ    ᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪᴇs ! ! !

     ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs !    !    !

ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛᴇs sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅʟee

ᴏᴠ ᴇʀ ᴏɴF’ɪᴅᴇɴᴛ

M7ᴜᴘ ᴇᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsɪɴᴀ sᴜɪᴛ

ᴡɪʟʟ !f!f! ᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇëE ʙʀʀʀ

I ᴀᴍ a hitler Kiℓℓabee - you understand dat?

M’ark k ?

Mey’ e“marks” are the top 1000 corporations & corporatesss

& all those who “app’ear” to bee off the radaR but’aint G ET IT?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ϝᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɢs, ᴄʜɪᴇϝ! ‘g et ít?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs that have the most power to save the world

but choose to desstroy it instead .

T’hat squark!!!  was  ! iss ! the plan Creww!!wwo!!ow!!w!!

ᴀɴʏFɪɴᴋ ɢoᴏᴏoowwwes!!    !    !

Good Luckss Chipssy Choppssy Ch’unkskeysssz

x o x

- 🅖 🅐 🅜 🅔 🅞 🅥 🅔 🅡 -

Ᏸℓa¢кspσR✞ea MKultradon G III.281184.



ᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜ ϝʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟzzz

Ella dear,

you have no idea how big the black hole is beetweeen those who give a dam, & demss who doughnut ..

they will have no chance  

of guessin which hand1 . . .t’hey are in !!!hH,a;eh!ehe

as eyee bluffy puffy bloooooowwww . . 2he

“Yo’u have a re’grettably large head, I would . very much like to bat it.” “S’crew, the box! I th’ink. out-sid-e, the straight jacket.” “S’om’etimes I've beli’eved in as many as 6 im’possible th’in’𝓚”G’s bⒺefor’e break’fast .”

                                                                              . heheh

- Rāfāʾēl 

Tick Toowk Key eWooookey!  ! e!  ! e!e

Do not mess with gods & animal deities chap, we will knock you so far down into hell you will crap t’ear yurh undieees infront of the first gate of DOOM ;

Where reealzᴼᶠ madmen will be laughing at you from high up on perches th’at many a hat sing from books you have n’ever eve’n heard of . . .

"ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ "ʙᴀʟʟz" ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ .

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ "... ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ! ᴍᴀɴ?"

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀ

bleep! ʀᴜɴ ! !  ! ! s ғs s ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ! !  ! !

📜 🔞 ™️.

🎻 𝒱 for . .

    ☘️. 🔓.

🧿 💊🎚.💳 📟🎴🀄️.🃏★

💵.💶 💴💷.


🎲 ⌛️.❗️⁉️. ☎️ 🔥



why do Bees make Hᴇxagons? Ᏸzz

  ‘Chakʀᴀkapp! , kapp

ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ is interested in yurhh h h h

ϝᴀᴄ23’isst’frac!ked up corporate version of ‘normality’

& ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ wants yurh fiwl’thy frac!king; prod’uckt! ss from yUᏒ𝓱 filthy corpeee flippy cap’spy mappy FacᏟ’ᏦᎥᏁᎶ go!vernment spunswor’d minds  ! !  !   ℓuwz z z

  🐇🚬 x𝖕𝖔𝖕↻ ! !  ! .  .g’et σva yσσww sellffíeeєsss s



A_GEN’DA ?!, .


¢໐rp໐rคtē ¢นltŞ คຖ໓ ๖rคຖ໓Ş ຟill ๖ē ēคtēຖ! คliงē!!!

Lots of Love . .

- The Black Art Rat Angels with no mercɣ for yuuuh ss♄ouwwwls!       !  !  ! ,   !     ! .



         ⁖  .

¢໐rp໐rคtē คງēຖ¢ฯ        ŞlนງŞ ē!.


The Satori Generation

will kick corporate arse [ G’et it? ]  

like no XYZ generation has dun beefore,..

& me* .     .            .

The’ye boowwt myfiwt Haty’eard’e-glows. a’gin

ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴜsʏee! ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛee sᴘɪɴᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀ’ʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀᴀǫ ᴡᴀʀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ'ᴅ ᴏғғ & ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛɪᴡᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪᴇᴛɴᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ sᴜᴘʀɪsᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ??! ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɪɴᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴ’ᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ??! sᴏ ϝᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ʀᴜϝᴜs. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴ' ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴀs ᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɴᴇᴏɴ ɢᴏᴛʜɪᴄᴀ ᴀsʜᴛʀᴀʏs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴀɴ 1984’ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀᴛ ᴄ'ʀᴀᴘ ...

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʀᴀᴘɪᎠ!  !  ! !  ! ! .

       ϝɪʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴏɴs.. 🎶 ᴇᏠᴏɣ x ! . !

while eyes’ iend your oown Blooodydee.mons !  !

          as we play cleft wit’h th’e left  !  !

        !  ! !  ! ♪ ♫ !  !♬ ♪ ♫ !  !!  ! !  ! !♭ ♮

Blackest Crows, Funniest

                       ᴅᴇϝᴛ'est anc   ės’a ɣ  s! !  !

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅæϝ’s ᴏᴡᴡᴡ’ɴᴛʜ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋs & ᴋᴇʏs

ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs & ᴛʜɪᴇᴇss!   !  ! !

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜsʜɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀ’ᴏᴡᴡᴡ !  ! !

- circa 1310

     I will beee chopin’ yurhhhdeooomd’ice in&underworldzzof neon sights & fire wood circlezzhoney’cB!!lannkeɣ !!! ᴀɴ 8ʙᴀʟʟ ϝɪʀᴇ'ᴅ !  !  ! !  ! ! . ɪɴ ᴇ-ʜᴇᴇʟʟᴀʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ !  !  ! !  ! ! .!  !  ! !  ! ! .

𝚑’𝚘𝚘𝚠𝚠𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚋'𝚍𝚊𝚢

          𝚘oow𝚕’𝚍 ᴄʜɪᴘᴘʏ ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘʏ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚎?

             𝚠’𝚑𝚘oo'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 ᎶᎥffᎽ 𝚍’ʜ𝚎𝚗?!

“ ᴄ’ᴜᴘee ᴏғᴛ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴍeᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ  ?



Ꭵ’eye, ᎳᎥsh’d ᏆᎾ ᎳᎾᎾᎠ,

h ᏟᎾuᏞᎠ,

jusᏆ sᏞᎪmᏢ ᎽᎬᏒ


тwσ yurhᏒᎪᏉᎬs

  ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ sᴏ ғᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏᴍʙ ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴀᴏoo'ᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋ'ɴᴏooᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏww ʙᴇᴇɢɪɴsss


ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ɴᴏғ'ɪɴᴋ ғᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴛ.

ᴇʏᴇs ᴛ’ᴜʀʟ ᴀᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ‘A ʙʀɪᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs, ᴘɪs’sɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʏ ᴅʀᴜɪᴅ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋʙᴇɴᴄʜ, ᴀʀᴍ'ᴅ & ᴅᴜᴛʏ ғʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇs. ɢʏᴘsʏ ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ’sᴛᴀʀ ʀᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛᴛɪɴ' ɪɴ ʏᴜʀ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs & ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴ' ʏᴜʀʜ ɢᴀʀᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴏɴ Qᴜɪʟʟ ɪɴᴋ’ғᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘs ɴ'sʜᴀᴋᴇsᴘᴇᴀ’ʀɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ & ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴇʀᴀғғᴇʏᴇɪɴ’ɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇx ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴜʀʜ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs! ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs & ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏғ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀs sᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴ ғᴏʟᴋ sᴘᴇʟʟs ɪɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴀʀᴄʜ'ᴇ-ᴛʏᴘᴇ ғᴀʙʟᴇs & ғᴏʟʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ'ᴍᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴜɴᴅᴀʟɪɴɪ sʟᴀᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʙ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴍʙ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀᴢɪ ɢᴏʟᴅ. ɴᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ sᴇɴᴛɪᴇɴᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴛs & ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴄᴜʟᴛ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪɴᴛ’ᴀɢᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏsᴛᴀᴍᴘ ʟɪᴄᴋ'ᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴠɪᴄ. ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏoᴡ’ɴ ᴏғ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴋᴇʏs.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴏsᴛ’ᴀɢᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ɪɴ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ sɪɢɴs ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ [ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀs]

ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴡᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ-ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅs, sᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴀɪᴀ.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍeɴ ᴛᴏ’ʙɪɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟs ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴀxᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ’ᴅᴏᴏʀs, ʟɪᴋᴇ A sᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀssɪᴠᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛʀᴇᴇ sᴡɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋs ᴏғ ᴀʟᴄʜᴇᴍ’ɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ’sᴇᴀs

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴀɪʀᴄᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪsᴍ

*ᴄʜᴏᴘ ᴄʜᴏᴘ  


[ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴇᴇs? ]

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ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ !  !  ! !  ! !ᴛᴏ Ꮥᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, Ꮯ ᴏᴍ’ʀᴀᴅᴇ!  !  ! !  ! ! ɴᴏʙᴏᴅɣ.

! !






You know bees

there was a few logos i loved.

and i s’old my hats to em!

  [Like the word]


“I’ll take yurh hat, and sell it back.








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ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴏ sᴏᴜʟ & ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs - ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs ɢaᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴀs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ's ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪfɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴀʀɢᴏɴ ʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ's ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴛ’ɪ ғɪsʜ.ɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs ᴀɴʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ɪs ᴅɴᴀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜʏs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴋʏʟᴀʀᴋ'ᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏsᴇ ʙᴜᴅɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɪ ᴡᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʙᴇᴇ ғɪɴᴋ'ɪɴ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ɴᴏғɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴏʙɪɴ' ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴏᴏᴋɪɴ' ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ'sɪɴ ᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɪᴄ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇɴᴅ ᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜʀᴀssɪᴄ. ɪᴛ's ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴢᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ. ᴋᴀʟɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɴᴏ’sᴏᴜʀs

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪ (ᴀᴅ) ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɪs 1476.

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇ - ʙᴜᴅᴅʜᴀ's ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀss ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴀɴɢᴋᴏᴋ, ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴜɴᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ 2562

ʀᴇ:ᴠᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.✔ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴀɪʟ ᴄᴏᴘʏ / ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs, ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ sᴄʀᴀᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs ᴄʜᴇᴡ'ᴅ ᴏ'ᴡɴ & ᴘɪss’ᴘᴏsᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀ'ɢʀᴀᴍs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ’ʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʟᴏɢᴏs & ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ʙᴜsʏ ᴠᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴇʏᴇ’sɪɴɢ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴛᴏᴍʙsᴛᴏɴᴇs, ᴇɴɢʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɪɴᴋ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀsʜᴛʀᴀʏs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴇɴᴏ ʀōᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴏᴡ' ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴ’ɪzᴇᴅ sᴄʀʏᴘᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪx & ᴅɪᴀʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀs ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴄᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴋs ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs "ʙɪɢ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ" ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅɪsɴᴇʏ ʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴᴄʜ ɴᴀɪʟs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴊᴇsᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ 6 sᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ... ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ?  

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴄʀʏᴘᴛᴏ'sᴏᴜʟs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ᴠ ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs  10 ᴛᴏɴs ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ʀᴏʟʟɪɴ ʀᴇᴇʟsɪɴ’ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴋɪʟʟᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏsᴇs. ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ'sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛ’ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀs ɪ sɪɢɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀʀs ᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴏᴍs 'ғɪʀsᴛ ɢᴀᴛᴇ'

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴠɪ’sɪ’sʟᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sɪʟʟʏ & ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴀᴘᴛɪsᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴏʟʏ ғɪʀᴇ ʀᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴇ, ɢᴏᴅs & ᴡʀᴀᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs  

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ [ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ] ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs sᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏss ғᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ᴊᴏʙs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ʟɪᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋᴜʟʟs sᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ɪs...

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴘɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ xʀ ʜᴏᴜʀɢʟᴀss ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏᴏᴍs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅs sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇs. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇss ᴄᴀsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘɪxᴇʟ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs s’ɪɴᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀs ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ʀᴇᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ’ᴀɢᴇ, ɪɴ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ sᴘᴇʟʟs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ  ɢᴏoᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ sʜɪғᴛ’ᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴘ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, ʟɪᴋᴇ’ ᴏᴘ’ᴛɪᴍᴀʟ’  - ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴢᴏᴏʟs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴛɪᴛᴍᴏᴜsᴇ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴜᴛ. ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏᴋᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ʀōᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ'ᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴍᴀʀsʜᴇs ғᴏʀ sᴄʀᴀᴘs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ʙᴀʀʀᴇʟs. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴢɪ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ - ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ sᴘɪᴇs ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ & ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴɴɪᴛ & ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴜʀᴀ ᴛʀɪғғɪᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴄ’ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇz ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʀɪғғy ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇᴋᴇʏs ғᴏʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴡɪᴛ’ʜ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴄᴋ & ʜᴀᴛ

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪᴄᴋ'sɪɴ & sᴄʀᴇᴇɴғ’ɪɴᴋsɪɴ ᴅᴏᴡ'ɴ ɪɴᴛᴏᴍʙ'ᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏss ᴏғ ʟᴏsᴛ sᴏᴠᴇʀᴇɪɢɴᴛʏ sʟɪᴘ’sɪɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴏɪʟ ᴘᴏᴏʟs ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ & ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴡᴇʟʟs ᴏғ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅs ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀʀ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ sᴏᴜʟs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɢʟᴏʀʏ, ʏ’ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏ’ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ 80s ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ғɪʟᴍ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ʜᴜɴᴛ, ᴀs ғᴏʟᴋs ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄs ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴀs ᴊᴜɴᴋ ᴅɴᴀ

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀ’ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ, ʜᴀɴᴅs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ xᴇɴᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀs & ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴏ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍ'ᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀʏᴇ'sɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ’ᴡᴀʀ’ᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇᴄʜᴀ'sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴏғ ᴘᴀʟᴍs & ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴏғ ᴇᴅᴇɴ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴅʀᴏᴘs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴᴘɪɴs ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴘᴜғғ'ᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴘʟᴏoᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴏᴘᴘʏ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ғ’ᴇᴀᴛ ᴜᴘsᴏɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ғʟᴇsʜ & ʙᴏɴᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜ ᴅᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴏғ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪʟʟs

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴄᴜᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxɪsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ "ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ" ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ sᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs. ᴛʜᴇ ʀōᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ᴏғ'ᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴇʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴜɴɪᴛ [ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏx ʙᴀsɪᴄʟʏ ] ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍ ɢᴇᴛs sɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏʟʟʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ sɴᴜғғ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ sᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀ sᴇssɪᴏɴs ᴏʀ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʜᴏʟᴏᴄᴀᴜsᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sʜᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ "ᴛᴇʀʀᴇᴛs" ᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙᴜʟʟɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴘ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴀʙʟʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴛʀɪx, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɪᴄ ᴄʀʏᴘᴛ ᴄᴏᴅᴇs & ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ sᴏᴜʟs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴅʏsᴛᴏᴘɪᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ’ᴍᴀʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ sʏɴᴄʀᴏᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀʟɪsɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪs... & ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇs ʟʏᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴛ ᴀs ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴄᴀʀ’ᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀss sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsᴛs, ɴᴏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ ᴛᴀɢs ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟ ʀᴇʙᴇʟsᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴘs ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ғɪʟʟ'ᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀsʜᴛᴀɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴏᴍs ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ʜᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ

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ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ ɪs ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀʀs ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄɪᴛʏ & ᴅᴏ'ɴᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪᴛ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴇʟ ʟɪғᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ “ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ” ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇ:ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇ:ᴠᴇʀsᴇ.

ʀᴇᴅ‘ᴇʏᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡ’ʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ'ʙᴇᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀa, sᴘʟᴀᴛ’ ᴏᴜᴛᴛa ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs ғ'ᴇʟʟᴀ? ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴅs ʜᴜʜ’ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴛ sᴜɪᴛ, ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘ ʀᴀᴠᴇ, sᴘɪᴋᴇ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴊᴇsᴜs ᴏɴ ᴀᴄɪᴅ, ʙᴜᴍ'ᴘɪɴᴅ ʙʏ ʀᴇᴘs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴏᴏ ᴡᴏᴏ ᴠᴏᴏ ᴅᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴀɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛғᴜʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪʙᴇᴇᴢᴀ'ᴢɪʟʟᴀs - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ’ᴛᴇsᴛ ʙᴀʙᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ᴀ ɴɪʙʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴄʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴ' ʏᴀ ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴡʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ʟᴏsᴛ, ɴᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ "ʜᴏᴍᴇ" ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ sᴘɪɴsɪɴ' ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀʀɪᴅᴏʀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴ's ᴍᴏs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴇᴄʜ ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴊᴜɴᴋɪᴇ ғᴇᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғɪx G! ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴢɪᴢᴇᴍʟᴊᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴏᴄᴄᴜʟᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏᴜʟɢʜᴏsᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʀʜᴇʟᴍs ᴏғ ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇs ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀssɪᴄ ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs “ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ” ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴢᴀ! ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴜʏ ᴍᴀɴ? ɪᴛ’s ʜɪs ғɪʀsᴛ ʜᴏʟʏ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʜᴜʜ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇ’ɴ ᴋɪɴᴅᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ ʀᴀᴠᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴜʀʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴋᴜʟʟs ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴊᴀ ʙʟᴀʜʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜʜ' ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀ’ɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪs, ʏᴜ ᴀɪɴᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɢ.

ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇx.

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ʏᴜʀʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sʟᴜɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴜᴄᴋs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏss'ᴅɪᴄᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ ᴘʀᴇʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ғᴏʀ ɪʟʟᴜᴍᴀ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴄᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs "ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴄᴀʀᴅs" ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴋɪᴢᴢᴏʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs sʟɪᴘ'sᴇᴠᴇɴs. ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴏғ ғᴏʟᴋs, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ sᴛᴜғғ...  ɪᴛs ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴘʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғɪʟᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅs ʜɪs ʙᴀɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғғ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴄᴇʟʟ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴ “sᴛᴜff” ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛs.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴ' ғʀᴏɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏɢ ᴘʀᴇʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴠᴇ'ɴᴇss, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀss' ᴘʀᴇʏs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ; ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ɢᴜᴛ’ᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘɪɢ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ʜᴀs ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴜᴛ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴀsᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ "ᴍᴀʟᴇ" ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʙʙQ

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠɪɴᴇɢᴀʀ  ᴡɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ sʜᴏᴏᴛs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sᴜɴᴅᴏᴡɴ

ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄᴏᴍ’ʀᴀᴅeeee. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ. ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sʟᴜᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ.

ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ғᴀsᴛ, ᴄᴜs...

ɪ’ᴍ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴏғ ᴏʟᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ‘ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs’ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴛ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴜʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀs ғᴜɴɴʏ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴀ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ʟɪᴠᴇs.

sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ 🎫 sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍ ғᴀsᴛ 💨  

ᴛʜᴇ ‘ᴜɴᴄᴏɪʟɪɴɢ’ ᴏғ “ʙʀᴀɴᴅs” ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴅᴏ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴏʀ sʜᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss sᴋᴜʟʟs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ʀɪᴄʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀɪɴᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀss ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛs . .    .

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟᴏɢᴏ

ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴍ ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ?

ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴜx ᴍᴀᴘ?

sᴜᴍ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏᴘ' ?

ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪ sᴘɪᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀʀsᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇs

ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴛʀɪғғɪᴅ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ.

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ғɪʀᴇ ʙᴇᴇʙᴇᴇ ɢᴜɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪʀ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴɪɴɢ “ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ”

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅʟᴇss ᴄʜɪᴄᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋᴜᴛ ᴏғғ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss, ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴏɴᴇs & sᴛɪʟʟ sᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴠᴀᴘɪᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ .    .           .

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴛɪʟʟ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴄʀᴇᴇɴᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ' ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜᴡᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜɴᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴏᴇs ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴜʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғʟᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙʀᴀɴᴅs ʏᴜʀʜ sᴏ ғᴏɴᴅ ᴏғғ, ᴏɴ ᴛᴇʟʟʏ, ᴏɴ ʏʀ ʟɪɴᴋᴇᴇʏs, ᴏɴ ʏᴇ' ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇᴇs, ʟɪᴋ'ᴇ ʟɪᴋ'ᴇᴇs, ʏᴜʀʜ sᴏ ᴘᴜғғ'ᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟoʊɡɒ's ʏᴏoᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴇᴍ'ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀɪs ʀɪᴏᴛs ᴏɴ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟʜɪ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴄʜɪᴢᴏᴘʜʀᴇɴɪᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ‘ᴀɴʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢ?

‘ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴇᴇ?

ᴄᴜs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴇ, ɪs ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ᴀᴛ'ᴏᴍ ɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴄᴋaʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇs.

ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍ ғᴀsᴛ. ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ ᴍᴀɴ.

ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʙᴜʀɴ, ʙᴜʀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴏᴠᴀʙɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴅᴇʏᴇs, ғᴇᴀʀʟᴇss ʟᴏᴀ’ғɪɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ åɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ sᴜɴʀʏᴇᴅᴀʜ, ғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍsᴛᴀʀᴄʀᴏss’ᴅ ɢ’ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴅ'ᴛʜ, ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴ’sᴏᴜʟᴠᴇᴍsᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏᴍᴀɴsᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs, sᴛᴀɪʀs sᴛᴀʀs ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇʏᴇsᴏᴜʟʀᴏsᴇғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴘᴜɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇssʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘsᴏɴ’ɢ ᴛʜʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs xᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴs ᴇᴄʜᴏs ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs ʟᴏɴɢᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʀɪɴɢs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇʙʙ’ᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇs ʙʟᴏᴡ’sɪɴ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ’ᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ, sᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴅėɴ ɪɴ ʀɪᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪ ʀᴜɴ, ғᴏᴡ’ sᴏᴜʟs ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴡɪʀʟɪɴ’ ʜᴏʟᴇs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʜᴀsᴇs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴛs ᴏғ ᴡɪʟᴅ Åᴜʀᴏᴍᴀss, ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅs, ᴡʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀʟs, ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪsɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ’ʀʜᴇʟᴍᴀ

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜs ʜᴏʟʏʟᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀᴋ'ᴛʜ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ'ɴ ᴛʀʏʜᴍ, ᴄʟɪᴍ'ᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ'sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇ

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ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ

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ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 2562. ʙᴀʀ’ɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ sᴘᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ɪᴛ ɪɴғᴀᴄᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴜᴘᴇʀ sᴏɴɪᴄ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ sǫᴜᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍɪɴɢs... ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ 500 ʏᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪs ғᴜɴɴʏ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟɪᴇɴs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜʀᴀssɪᴄ ᴘᴇʀʀɪᴏᴅ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴏғ sᴄɪ-ғɪ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴛʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ   

ᴘᴀᴄᴍᴀɴ ᴇᴀᴛs ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ . . ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴅs ғᴇᴀʀ & ʟ’ᴏᴀᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ - Qᴜᴇsᴛ’ɪᴏɴs, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ's ᴀᴄɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴛʏ. ɴᴏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀᴛ ᴘɪss

ʀᴜғᴜs ᴅʀɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴄᴀᴛᴄʀᴀᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’s ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ    ɪ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴡɪɢ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴏɴ #ᴡᴇʟʟɴᴇssᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴀɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴜғᴜs sʟᴜʀᴘs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʏ sᴛʀɪᴄᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜsᴛʏ sᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀ sᴜɴɴʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴄᴀɪʀᴏ

‘ʀᴀϝᴀ, ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ' ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴄᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴀ ᴏʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʜᴜɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʀᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʀᴜғᴜs ᴀs ᴀ ʟᴜɴᴄʜᴛɪᴍᴇ sɴᴀᴄᴋ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɪ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ɪɴ sʟᴜsʜ ᴘᴜᴘᴘɪᴇs

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ᴇ’ɴᴜϝϝ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴜʀʜ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʀᴜsᴛʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏxᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ; ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ,ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs, “ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏs, “ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ. ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏooᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ϝ’ʀᴀᴄᴋɣ ϝʟɪᴘ’ɣ ϝ’ʟᴏᴏᴘɣ ϝ’ʟᴜᴄᴋɣ ϝ’ʟᴏᴄᴋɣ. . . ᴜᴘ

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. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴘɪɴᴛ'ʟᴇss'ʟʏᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴠᴏɪᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ; ᴅɪɢɪᴛs ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ 1476 .   .        .

ᴀs 45ᴛʜ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴs ʟᴀϝ'ϝᴀᴘᴘa ᴄʜᴇ'ᴛᴏss ᴇᴄʜᴏ'sɪɴɪɴᴛᴡᴏo; ʏᴜʀʜ’ᴅᴇᴀᴅ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴍʙ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴛs sᴇʟϝ sᴘᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙeeeeee’z .     .    


[ My only True Friends ]

Till the ends.

Notice my coll’er?

It looks & feels like they put it there.

Because i am a slave.

Living In AD & BE [ time & illusssion ]

At the same time, [ Baseline ]

In BE i am free. [para’dice]

But in AD i am not. [ 1984 ]

Harsh reality check! Mic Check!

I Occupsy’d my mind.

For a long time to fight their kind

You know only those who really want to save the world do.

And Gautama Buddha Did.


Get my memes? to ends!

- Blake. [ he was an Ox! ]

Dave [ is not my name! ]

... most boring name in the book ch’ups!

bee siriuszzhh “why so?”

Pac. x? [ wheres my panthhher! ]

makes memes mad like a. cat in drag!!

How many secret

names does a Rat need Robin?!

in . dada lands, sandzen

In a lampz, with Raffz & Akiraz Stamps .  . ?!

Hood wood _____



My Stone for Rome!

So lets sing to my own!!

Hum Rum Drum;

Yurh know Robin, I wanna just bee back in the woods & jungles for long time, chilling br’owwz”


hmmmm zzz


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