Facebook is for spite. That's the face I keep there. I see a vote for slogan, vote for blank, and I get a panging, like I wish jack back sometimes, he's perfect for it, the zeigheist, the biggest spiritual heist since, I dunno, weak indoctrination, propaganda. A ping for my pang, sent a packet for you, a care package of information.
11/05/19
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