I abide by the laws of traffic so I am made of traffic
thats deep
No, but one who is in a constant state of confusion can easily be seen as somebody who is always acting in a âfoolish or sillyâ manner. This is because those who do not know what they are doing can be seen as absolute ignorant dunces, making them known as âfoolsâ. Because of this, the term or phrase âfoolâ can be used in many different kind of literature or even slang in terms of addressing one, that of which, is acting in an uncivil or strange manner. Being foolish can also be seen as somebody who was tricked, somebody who entertains (but more commonly known as a âJesterâ), and lastly, somebody who is so dedicated to a certain job, hobby, situation or even activity. Thus, I must conclude, that somebody, such as yourself, can be seen as a fool. This is due to the fact that youâve been deceived, or the more common term, âtrickedâ, into responding to me. This foolish set of actions has led you to being absolutely destroyed, or in better, more common and formal terms, âownedâ, by me, the best debater known to live, Benjamin A. Shapiro.
The one known as broly?
There was no story
A cloud filled with opportunity
None filled, truly motherly.
The void
Only if taken an opioid
Nothing enjoyed
Eyes employed
A place of mist
A place of hist
A place where one may score on deathâs list
The series of life
Thy goes through struggle and strife
Not a soul returns
Next to existence it turns
Avoiding treasure and luxurious urns
May oneâs mind not spur
Visions of oneâs heresies
Such vile fees
None repaid
None returned
In the scorching fires of the deceiving skies shall they burn
A drop of knowledge every fortnight
No one to appear in sight
Only those who have luminous might
Shall not feel the effects of fright
How low may one stoop?
Will it be here?
Will it be there?
Or will it be in her despair?
You may analyze them
You will not comprehend them
They are unknown
They are no stone
How long does he have left
Did he live? Did he Die?
I suppose the results are only to Frye
You may give them feelings of stern
Nothing gained nothing grim
They only feel disgust
No more static no more gloves
Stoic you may be
Phonologic we shall stay
Mimic the lines
Mimic the taste
Tis only then you shall not stray
Onto the ship of the leaves we shall board
Everlasting hope
Shattered dreams
Mummified bodies we shall be
The shadows heaving
The sun leaving
The cosmos steaming
The images seeking
Traffics of the mirrors
Credulous they are
Such symmetry of the seams
Life of terrors
None care
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im not reading all of that.
I have been enlightened.
taxes
does obama care?
what have you stolen?
have you stolen anything within the last month?
who have you killed?
have you payed your taxes as of recently?
when was the last time you visited the bank?
have you done your bills?
what is your credit score?
have you done your taxes?
when was the last time you recieved a paycheck?
do you have a mortgage?
what is your yearly income?
were you included in the last census?
have you payed your taxes?
have you done your taxes?
when was the declaration of independence drafted?
where did you hide it?
where is it?
Letâs say youâve been a bad girl. Letâs say, hypothetically, youâve been a naughty girl even. Ok, and if you were a naughty girl, you would be my dirty little slut right? Then hypothetically speaking, you would be my little cumslut. Now, letâs say youâre also daddyâs girl.
Now that we have established that you are both a bad girl and daddyâs girl, I believe youâd agree with me when I say that you deserve a spanking. Am I not correct? A bad girl deserves a spanking, and as I am daddy, you are my girl, so I am the one who must provide punishment.
A core he may bat
A store he may sit
A score he may last
Matters not, he dies a gruesome death
None caring
None airing
A darkened masquerade
Forward heads the brigade
Soldiers swallowed by the spade
Realizing tis a facade
Wishing for a spa
Nothing but a painful heart
âŚ
Who are you?
Why are you so stern?
Stop approaching me
You are no fern
That had nothing to do with girl, refund I demand!!!
im not reading all of that
Woe is me
Lament is thee
Who am I?
Why am I so keen
Round goes the knot
Down the universeâs spots
Left go the sailorâs lot
Right go the women of mot
Refund
Staggering the battleground
An impressive background
Them outward bound
Not a trace found
The tastes profound
trading headless head for strong sunken sword dm me
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Reckless am I
Feckless is this
Boundless it is
A poor old man came riding by
His horse will die
Sympathy denied
Though the love alive
w h a t
thats a bad trade bruh
no I think ur just braindead