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“I come from a long line of parasites. My line is a proud carbuncle on the healthy, living flesh of the societies we attach ourselves to”
Blessed are the workers, who make line go up.
Their labor is our sacrament. Their bodies are our bread.
“I’ll-a send you to meet-a your bloodline soon enough! Yahoo!”
This is from the JWs, I recognise it
Lmao same, just got PTSD 😂
The 144,000 on their way to all be old white men
Blessed are the market makers, who pump only when appropriate.
