So what I’ve noticed is that I’ve been running an orphanage within an orphanage of sorts, and if I exit stage right for a matter of hours most of the kids are overwhelmed with amnesia of what has been said and return back to hive-consciousness. My presence shouldn’t be the thing that keeps you away from being a retard. If you need to be reminded several times a day not to be a retard, maybe that is just your destiny. I know this is no way to speak to children, well, what else is new. Even this will not snap the retards of the spirit out of their, likely ancestral, fate, to continue having mental deficiencies, and I really don’t care anymore, I have other things to do than snap my fingers in front of people’s faces to jar them out of the cultural hypnotism. Call it providential retardation.

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