I’m saying his father is shitty enough for him to have a pretty much never-ending cascade of negative thoughts and preambles churning in him for his entire adult life, that may have all but subsumed his actual him… that even incorrect use of K could ostensibly alleviate & correct use of it could possibly utterly eradicate.

& Really, when you look at it poetically… it even makes sense OF him staying present in that mix of monstrous humans. His time in the White House doing all of that could have been the first “out-picturing” of all the virulent chaos demons he’d been infected with since childhood. They finally had tangible faces after whispering shit that made his hair fall out early all those years. Faces…he could finally punch in the eye. It makes sense of him thinking he was “saving” Miller’s wife from the slush pile if he was in Dark Forest / Hansel & Gretel mode, not getting she was a handler. and it , once again… makes or gives Creedence to… the part of him beyond the crush of it all…seeing these fucks for what they were and what they were covering up… and going “We’re a LOT of things, but we’re not that” & on That day… okayed the ending of Adobe Pro licenses… as a failsafe, one the kid him trying to be at peace with the monsters out the closet didn’t see.

…that the DeMoor dude cracked his faggoty “it’snot too smallll-gag-dont say gay and it goes away, why do I hate these cunts I can’t feel soooo much??!” purebred mess of a “Homies over Hoes ass” face in Hello Kitty {Sup, Pussy} gloves tickles me…

Like he was straight “dis is foh’da Ladies~”

…But other than that~ I always absently thought some 5’5 chick in a Bernie teeshirt was gonna be the one to whup his ass publicly. Like that wee lil gender chick rang a doorbell and clocked that Nick Fuentes bitchass at his momma’s house.

I wonder how much money Drake lost on THIS “fight” too. lolol-

The Angel, not hedging bets, but digging the “sup pussy” gloves lol.