thats a great 8dea heh

I agree. I am supposed to be just peachy with and validate some notion they are discussing this or any matter in good faith, while they are voting to kill my healthcare, prop up Russia, just so they can be racist? While “cleverly” refusing to sincerely discuss anything, adamantly trying to gaslight sincere prople with whatever the Russian propaganda of the hour is?

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hi 8)

I dont care what sex you are or what or who you are but Honest to god I dont even give a fucking shit what the fuck ypur point is I dont get on the internet for power tripping fucking whatever the fuck you are fucks to power tripe when all I am doing is minding my own business and honestly I dont really give a fuck. K? Understand? ass head fuck guy or girl whatever the fuck you are guy

I upvoted u man. The “hay world im too stupid to read so ill just go “HAY WORLD I CANT READ” haha now applaud, SELF BURN” self burn was old 30 years ago. We get it, u cant read. BUT IM NOT TWASTING MY TIME TYPING ALL THIS OUT. lol. Writing long, convoluted run on sentences filled with shitty grammar and what not is my thing, its therapeutic…I can keep this up all night. It is soothing. <3

In the stillness of the midnight hour, When dreams unfurl with quiet power, A secret dance, unseen, unfolds, A tale of spiders, brave and bold.

Teenage risktakers, nimble, sly, With silken threads, they dare to fly. From ceilings high, they bungee down, Into the dark, without a sound.

Silent as shadows, they descend, On daring missions, round the bend. A careful line, each taking turn, A nighttime rite, no cause for concern.

They know the risk, they know the score, To wake you up would mean no more. So deftly, softly, they embark, In moonlit rooms, so still, so dark.

Through parted lips, they make their way, A fleeting touch, then swift relay. A secret sport, a hidden game, Unknown to you, their nightly claim.

Yet you sleep on, in peaceful rest, Untroubled by their silent quest. For in this dance of spiders’ flight, They leave no trace, no mark, no fright.

And when the dawn breaks, soft and clear, The spiders fade, they disappear. A secret kept, a tale untold, Of teenage spiders, brave and bold.

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