You kno₩. There ₩ere ₩iggler tale$ told to grub$ by Broodmother$ about me. The old troll of the $ea. The tale ₩ent that $ubjuggulator$ only be¢ame ¢lo₩n$ to make me laugh. My rau¢ou$ laughter ₩ould kee₱ the tide$ moving. The Broodmother$ told the ₩iggler$ that before there ₩ere beetle$, before there ₩a$ $¢ri₱t, before there ₩ere ledger$, there ₩a$ only barter. The $ea ₩anted laughter. In ex¢hange, it gave fi$h. It gave favorable ₩ind$. It gave $afe ₱a$$age. Every ¢lo₩n ₩a$ a tax ¢olle¢tor. Every joke a ₱ayment. Every ¢hu¢kle another ¢oin thro₩n into $ea¢ra$h Moneyma₩'$ endle$$ vault beneath the ₩ave$. And ₩hen the Em₱ire forgot to ₱ay? The $torm$ ¢ame to ¢olle¢t. ₩hy? Be¢au$e it ₩a$ true.
You just might be the only scary motherfucker on this site worth his salt actually.
You remind me of the bird- not the bird, the bird of the bird- no, no, not the bird of the bird, the mentor to the bird of the bird- no, no, not the mentor to the bird of the bird, you are just the bird. Yes, yes, the bird, the bird! The bird who coveted the bird of the bird! And the mentor to the bird of the bird tried to save the bird of the bird from you, the bird! And you the bird watched, you watched, as the mentor to the bird of the bird, in the third, decided to save the mentor to the bird of the bird. The mentor to the bird of the bird cut off the fingers knuckle by knuckle, one by one, of the bird of the bird, and the pieces fell below below, the pieces fell into the sea far from whence she could see, and the bird of the bird she sank, she sank, and neither the bird nor the mentor to the bird of the bird got the bird of the bird. But the mentor to the bird of the bird did not get the bird of the bird, which was enough for the bird. The lesson here, of course, is to never become the bird of the bird, the bird always has the final word, and the mentor to the bird of the bird cares more for the mentor to the bird of bird than the bird of the bird. And this, bird, is true. #violence #gore
Mu¢h obliged, ga$₱er.