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AN IRREAL EXPERIENCE

  I HATE THIS LONELY SHIT. I never thought I'd get like this, but it's true. I've always been a people person. I'm just a big ole people pleaser. I love to make people happy, and I fall in love with people sometimes for no reason just because it's like I'm about to die or something and they're the only person in the world and its so beautiful it makes me want to cry. I'm so sick of putting faith in people, only for them to betray me. Of finding out people were not really present the whole time. With these Portland people, it's a willful indifference. They're checked out! It's so much the opposite of Timothy Leary's dream; I'm so offended that they call this shit woke. Then, from the other side, there are all these faggot perverts on Facebook, posting their sick reels about how trannies killed Charlie Kirk or some shit? What are these people even on? I could understand if it was fucking West Virginia! I'd be like, well, that'...
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Is Portland Still Weird? (Bored Rich People with Money Wonder)

SPOILER: It's not. Portlanders are all smug assholes who smoke too much weed! For fuck's sake, I'm from KENTUCKY and I'm WEIRD as Hell. These dipshits think I'm a Space Person, bro. These Portlander mother fuckers are too high on life, too busy farting RAINBOWS to give this crazy-ass, half-starved, mountain lion of a transgender WOMEN the time of day! And, fuck you, I'm a NICE lady. I'm PRETTY. The homeless people, the prostitutes, all the children of OLD TOWN love ME. It's the Portlanders with money in Pearl District who fucking hate crime me for no goddamn reason and ban me from stores.

Do you know I almost had to yank a Russian whore's tazer out of her hand and beat her to death with it, right in front of three "weird" little gender goblin Portlanders who were afraid for their LIVES? Fuck ACAB, dude. It's APAB: All Portlanders are Bastards I cannot WAIT for Daddy Trump and Biggest Daddy Pete Segseth to wail down JUSTICE on all their woke-ass skulls, until Portland is so so broke, dude, that Portland will be reduced to a gibbering pile of Bjork. We ain't talking beautiful young spritely 1995 debut Bjork either, no sir. We're talking old, sad, lonely, and MEAN Bjork pudding oozing all over the Old Town sidewalk like melted ice cream mixed with semen and blood. Lick it up, Portland. Lick. It. Up. face-blue-smiling

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