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remember i told you you would die on the cold streets of belgium god?
now look at your sig, and your recent poasts about your soon to be homeless ass. my prophecy is coming to pass.
i know you think you're above us sapiens because you've mistaken weed pyschosis for a mystical revelation from nature that convinced you knowledge of your sapien origins can somehow separate you from them.
but i'm here to tell you that only happens once you end up homeless and make the street your message board.
you must scream your holy secret till it escapes your throat, go, rant, rant until it all makes sense!
good luck apebraine machine homer spainian homo explorer.
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