Sometimes the things we serve ourselves can become a bit repetitive, redundant, recursive and hyperbolic. Sometimes we get lazy. Here's like, a poem or something I wrote about super hardcore Feminazis, Merkle might enjoy it. Its a non-toxic, multi-flavored yet kind of bland off-brand of brain spice use it liberally. Not that I don’t like women of all sorts I'm not trying to pick a fight with them and I certainly don't want to punch nazis they provide a lot of unintentional comedy: nazis see nazis everywhere! Worn the word down tragically. I would feel bad about fighting socialist sissies even though they often get caught swarming incognito, because I was taught not to hit girls, unlike the ANTIFA nazis.
As radical masculine feminists emasculate their men, they will rule the world, commanding the feminized rush-in roboboys. The weak minded go along to get along, who knew these new world leaders could Also be so strong and so adept at womanipulation, a self explanatory art, seductive master programmars. The demands are simple: “Give us your arms and shut up slave.” Those on that par will take responsibility for granted and won't accept an ounce of shame so I post it high on my wall, it is my privilege to take the blame from all and I will put it right up..here. Don't disturb the broody hen and bear in mind when she gets pissed off -oh look there now, scrambled eggs. And the dog just ate it. “No, call off the queens’ guard there's no point now just get the pooper scooper ready. We'll feed it to the slaves.” That neon light of a slow-burning cross calls assembly, the allure of outrage promises a better world. The sheet of fabricated white lies has been thrown over but they can still see a silhouette of a black man drawn in chalk. Oh the anger must be quelled with capitulation! Quenched by affirmations! The urge dies down, for a time being. Iron fists grow cold by the fire as the night draws on.. “Hey slave, did you gather the wood where is it? Slave? Slave! SLAVE!!!”
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