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I don't think you need to care about whatever goes on in my mind, you can respond or you can ignore me. I am merely pointing out inconsistencies for the future people.
You are fine with centrally-selected meme pirates while the peasants can't do the same, while being vocally anti-central-planning at the same time, its ok @6345 the inconsistency is noted.
Im trying to send .15 sol to my twetch swap to purchase green lfg
As I said, once you can steelman the anti-IP position, talk to me.
I can't always hold your hand and walk you through everything.
But more importantly: what are you even doing? Why do you think I need to care about whatever goes on in your mind?
I never wasted a single thought on the meme market.
Now fuck off.
https://youtu.be/cTl255qMkDE?si=4A7DSFqEKvom8Ac_
I was born into the goodness, graciousness of all mighty god
faced with temptations, lies, emphasize
war, weapons of destruction, mayhem
slaughter of the people, satan
worldly ways, godly ways, holidays, sorrow
no one is guaranteed tomorrow, yesterday was borrowed
picture perfect sunsets, ocean front
toxic waste dump, smog, clogged arteries
lotteries, rechargeable batteries
flattery, vanity, stars
jet propelled cars, men behind bars
murder, justice destruction
cats that quit, setups
evidence, identity, plus agility
politics, revenge
natural ability, idolatry, and chemistry
fear, friendship, enemies and energy
heat, humidities. crimes against humanities
carry these, harmonies, melodies and galaxies
trinities, remedies and memories are fallacies
I think I know too much! you don't know shit!
I think I know too much! you don't know shit!
I was born into the purest perfection of love of all mighty god
faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod
city, states, countries and all abroad
spacecraft all aboard
convoy are destroyed
books, tv, radio and telephone
records, phonographs, speakers and microphones
dance, cultural expression
unity, neighborhood community
youth and the elderly
parties, battles, skills and graffiti art
determination, reputation, strong and the weak at heart
gods, gangsters, griots and gigolos
kings, queens, bitches and silly hoes
money, cars, clothes and diamond rings
houses, horses, stock, the finer things
food, family, future, a purpose
knowledge, wisdom, understanding this circus
time, travel, audio and visual
creative adaptive, lonely individual
one nation under a groove, indivisible
mind, soul, spirit and the physical
I think I know too much! you don't know shit!
I think I know too much! you don't know shit
Nice counter-argument bro
@6345 alleges that even if a creator builds something (particularly here - art) and doesn't ever get compensated for it (or even if they do), that random people should be able to profit off their labour without doing any labour themself - on a marketplace wherein central planners invite their friends to do the zero-labour profiting-off-other-peoples-ideas
But he's anti-state and anti-central planning guys
Fifth stop…
Lake Michigan, approaching Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Lmao. Go get a room with your AI nesting partner.
Do you not understand that it doesn't understand shit. It's just stroking your balls.
I almost replied the same thing, but then I thought I don't want to talk about Twetch.
The Faucinator.
I just wondered if the dead exotics were gifs!
Says the guy talking about Twetch.
I just sent this to my boss to tell him what to expect Monday morning.
🙏
I am once again asking you to absorb Fela Kuti
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You dey go your way, the jeje way
Somebody come bring, original trouble
You no talk, you no act, you say you be gentleman
You go suffer, you go tire, you go quench
Me I no be gentleman like that
Twetch.com is the best reality show in the year 2082 anno domini
Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights shed their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves