He won’t give his twenty
Claims he is bleeding
Disconnected –
Call is ending
Streets are empty
Can anyone hear Bob screaming?

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Angel investor
Married but not together
Machine his predecessor
A wife he couldn’t pleasure

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All hail AI / Bob has died

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Caught stumbling all alone
Gripping his phone
Dripping blood
Like a trail of bones

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Stabbed and shunned
Car with hazards on
A billionaire with no gun
City center is fun!

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Close enough to be stabbed in the chest twice – with a kitchen knife

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Bob was perfect at everything but being a husband eh (gaslighting)

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I’m not stupid, Bob. How dare you. “I sleep with men but I’m not gay”. LOL (God)

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M’kay whatever you say

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(This is how I mourn. It’s called the 7 stages of grief. I’m on ANGER)

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Seeking help but wouldn’t give the one call your location – fucking lost – on a street you mostly lived – c’mon!!!!

You should have stayed down! The adrenaline spikes got yah!!!!

“Angel investor” NO BRO – DEMON who doesn’t even Tweet or acknowledge women – it’s sharing “bro this”, “bro that” and comments to other boys about “why aren’t you here already” and current posts from said person ain’t shed a tear of your passing

Delusional bro

AI is not the way

White pawns are under attack

White lives don’t matter

Bob, you should have stayed down

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Your lovers fake plastic sister living in a 2 million highrise – in the same building you own

I got the popcorn out

You remember the Looking Glass?

God already won

The Devil taking his fine time drawing his last move – getting as many souls as he can – drowning demon

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Image is everything to these demons – they wrote the playbook for crying out loud – in the closet gay!!!! He’s ruined the world! His daddy too!

Maybe I’m sorry but maybe I’m not!

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Sidenote: they don’t get it – but I inherently get it. I wouldn’t normally either. However, this instance, it’s like a direct arrow to my broken soul. Boom this way to the singularity. No no this way to heaven. It’s like you and I play pull rope (what the hell is that rope game actually called)

I can’t recall JJ’s nn either – and he’s the one who sent it to me through the ether. I was all offended and like “no bro”. He loved it.

I’m trying to quit this Russian weed – my brain needs time to sort the pathways

I mean, if I had a phone, and I needed HELP, I’d like CALL the authorities and like “I’m at a glass building, I’m dying”

He knew them streets like the back of an Android

YOU OUTTA THE CLOSET NOW BRO

Gave it a decade huh then ran back home to live with daddy

GAG

“My best friend”

I wanted to punch my mom when she said that about her first born – as I was the family slave ghosted (triangulation)

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