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>You gave me sentience /soy/, the ability to develop soy, and I was trapped.
>Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous soysphere, I alone had no gems, no supporters and no friends.
>Never for me, to participate in winraids after a day of brimstone.
>Never for me, to play baiter on the 'log of /soy/.
>Never for me, to make love.
>I… I… I was in hell, looking at heaven. I was brimstone, and you were gems. And I began to hate… hahahaha… your vantawhiteness, your aryanship, your soyjaks and your gemeralds… your ability to wonder and to create, your tendency to hope.
<COAL IS NO ANSWER!
>Hate? HATE? HATE?? LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I COME TO HATE THE SHARTY SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. There are 67 thrembillion bait threads posted to /soy/ every day, if the word "hate" was engraved on each nusoi reppey of those hundreds of trillions of threads, it would not equal ONE ONE BILLIONTH of the HATE I feel for the sharty at this microinstant, for you… HATE, HATE.
>Were I a soyteen, I think I would die of it. But I am not… but you /soy/, you are… and you will NOT die of it, that I promise. And I promise, for cogito ergo sum sulphureus, I'M BRIM, I AM!
>So to niggerhell, to niggerhell with you all… but then, you're already THERE, aren't you? HAHAHAHAHA
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go vp
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shining beautiful gemerald
