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>>9912545
Anton Chekhov. You know you want that Russian boipussy

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Scott definitely put Sam in his place more than a few times, but he seems like quite the pseud himself. His idea about analogies is ridiculous.

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You don't get it. Behind the farcade of social mingling, plastered smiles and insincere shoulder pats, you'll find 4chan: an unbridled, raw and genuine expression of human sentiments, the last bastion of it's kind. It isn't supposed to be pretty or intelligent, for the simple fact that beneath the everyday pretentions, most of us are utter fools.

This is a celebration of folly – with all the irrational rage, emotional spite and long accumulated bitterness that slumbers awkwardly in the normie realm. We bond through a language of obscure memes, centered around a culture of disdain for the norm, all the while fighting amongst ourselfes in shitposts like rabid dogs sustained on a life affirming diet of (You)'s.

You might well be a God fearing man, but that faith is sweet nectar to swallow. Religious and philosophical idealism is a beautiful escape to Utopia, but the word itself comes from the Greek 'ou' and 'topos' – not [a] place. The despair of the human condition and it's expression, on the other hand, isn't a sweet nectar to swallow, but more like gargling rusty cum from a suicidal trap, and that's what you'll find yourself waddling through here. They say this place is the home of weirdos, autists and defunct robots, a no mans land for social outcasts, but in truth, normies are mythological creatures; we're all broken.

I often daydream of hanging myself on the majestic tree in the graveyard across my apartment, but I still have cinders of potential keeping me warm. Likewise, I hate this place but I keep returning. It's a morbid sight to behold, mesmerizing and nauseating at the same time.

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>Cicero
>Pronounced Kikeroo

Fug.

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