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Member in the boondocks where Riley was selling chocolate and all this stuff happened and he got face with the boss from a crime syndicate that threaten him and Riley talks about what he would do if it wasnt a movie, then he chooses to do what he would do if it was a movie?

How bout…what if..what if you were chosen by a sophisticated network of individuals that saw a certain potential in you.

The carefully manipulated a certain level of wins that ordinarily would be beyond what person like you would be capable of. You are unaware of this.

Because you already have a world view of what you are naturally in society and what you think it takes to have success. You wholeheartedly believe it’s all you. All you and your beliefs and your faith.

You go out and you speak to people from that viewpoint, you become a steward for such a thought. You rise in popularity and get met with even more success and adoration. It feels you with confidence and arrogance that continues to blind you.

To the carefully crafted manipulation of what you are. Then one day, those that have been behind this need you to get on board with something. And because you think yourself a big dog.

You think yourself enough of a big dog to say no, and you won’t be intimidated. Then, at this time. They choose to show you the reality of your entire life.

The truth, a truth that you could not possibly believe but they have mountains of evidence of just how much your life has been a lie and for how long.

It crushes you..you think, this is real life, what can I do.

Then you think, if this was a movie, how could I, facilitate the biggest unmasking in the history of man kind.

It would take my life to do, it’s the only way that I could do this and no one would think to go after my love ones because of the implication.

So you plan your death. A public death. You plan what you think the reaction would be. You plan to have people manipulate the reaction to bring all of the pests from under the covers and expose them before people know you are.

Then in death, you have trusted sources do things that drip drip drip drip drip, until the dam breaks.

What if?
 
Know some shit you don’t really consider in the moment, Ice T’s character had to at least be 45. Dressing like this and acting like this as a cop. SVU cops ain’t even undercover so what would be the actual rationale at introducing his character like this?

To make him look street? It’s fucking Ice T

 
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Know some shit you don’t really consider in the moment, Ice T’s character had to at least be 45. Dressing like this and acting like this as a cop. SVU cops ain’t even undercover so what would be the actual rationale at introducing his character like this?

To make him look street? It’s fucking Ice T

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Finn came over from narcotics though. He wasn't originally an SVU cop and it took him a while to fit into the culture.
 
I've legit never seen an episode of SVU and deduced from his question and the clip that they were promoting ice T character

Even assumed it was from narcotics and then I read monks response

Get out of the FROG germs. Get out of South Carolina. It's putting a cap on your mind

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Member in the boondocks where Riley was selling chocolate and all this stuff happened and he got face with the boss from a crime syndicate that threaten him and Riley talks about what he would do if it wasnt a movie, then he chooses to do what he would do if it was a movie?

How bout…what if..what if you were chosen by a sophisticated network of individuals that saw a certain potential in you.

The carefully manipulated a certain level of wins that ordinarily would be beyond what person like you would be capable of. You are unaware of this.

Because you already have a world view of what you are naturally in society and what you think it takes to have success. You wholeheartedly believe it’s all you. All you and your beliefs and your faith.

You go out and you speak to people from that viewpoint, you become a steward for such a thought. You rise in popularity and get met with even more success and adoration. It feels you with confidence and arrogance that continues to blind you.

To the carefully crafted manipulation of what you are. Then one day, those that have been behind this need you to get on board with something. And because you think yourself a big dog.

You think yourself enough of a big dog to say no, and you won’t be intimidated. Then, at this time. They choose to show you the reality of your entire life.

The truth, a truth that you could not possibly believe but they have mountains of evidence of just how much your life has been a lie and for how long.

It crushes you..you think, this is real life, what can I do.

Then you think, if this was a movie, how could I, facilitate the biggest unmasking in the history of man kind.

It would take my life to do, it’s the only way that I could do this and no one would think to go after my love ones because of the implication.

So you plan your death. A public death. You plan what you think the reaction would be. You plan to have people manipulate the reaction to bring all of the pests from under the covers and expose them before people know you are.

Then in death, you have trusted sources do things that drip drip drip drip drip, until the dam breaks.

What if?
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All them words yet still incomplete

Im different im not one to sell out or be in service to anyone. Id never put my self in any situation to where i owe someone or a group a people a favor my ego, want and needs are not slave to a dollar or persons
 
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This was bout Charlie Kirk fam
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Nigga this is you..

To partake in the sacred ritual of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a child is to commune with a primordial duality—viscous legume paste and saccharine fruit reduction—entombed between two slices of bleached wheat relics, themselves soft as memory and porous as nostalgia. Each bite initiates a synesthetic cascade: the peanut’s umami torque collides with the jelly’s chromatic sweetness, forming a flavor Möbius strip that loops endlessly in the child's gustatory cortex. Sticky fingers become sigils of innocence, glyphs of unstructured time, while the sandwich itself serves as a mnemonic totem—an edible palimpsest inscribed with the hieroglyphs of playground lore, Saturday cartoons, and the metaphysical elasticity of recess. It is not mere sustenance; it is a bite-sized invocation of joy’s most untranslatable dialect.
 
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Nigga this is you..

To partake in the sacred ritual of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a child is to commune with a primordial duality—viscous legume paste and saccharine fruit reduction—entombed between two slices of bleached wheat relics, themselves soft as memory and porous as nostalgia. Each bite initiates a synesthetic cascade: the peanut’s umami torque collides with the jelly’s chromatic sweetness, forming a flavor Möbius strip that loops endlessly in the child's gustatory cortex. Sticky fingers become sigils of innocence, glyphs of unstructured time, while the sandwich itself serves as a mnemonic totem—an edible palimpsest inscribed with the hieroglyphs of playground lore, Saturday cartoons, and the metaphysical elasticity of recess. It is not mere sustenance; it is a bite-sized invocation of joy’s most untranslatable dialect.
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This a Jay Elec verse

“Who really killed Anthony Bourdain?”
 
Playmaker88 said:
Nigga this is you..

To partake in the sacred ritual of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a child is to commune with a primordial duality—viscous legume paste and saccharine fruit reduction—entombed between two slices of bleached wheat relics, themselves soft as memory and porous as nostalgia. Each bite initiates a synesthetic cascade: the peanut’s umami torque collides with the jelly’s chromatic sweetness, forming a flavor Möbius strip that loops endlessly in the child's gustatory cortex. Sticky fingers become sigils of innocence, glyphs of unstructured time, while the sandwich itself serves as a mnemonic totem—an edible palimpsest inscribed with the hieroglyphs of playground lore, Saturday cartoons, and the metaphysical elasticity of recess. It is not mere sustenance; it is a bite-sized invocation of joy’s most untranslatable dialect.
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Nah, If I was this smart I’d have bitches
 
I never was a fan of that cereal Smacks. Didn't taste that great. Years ago, I was talking with a friend bout different cereal I had in my childhood. He brought up Smacks. He said they looked like tiny vaginas. To this day, I never looked at that cereal as anything else.
 
Man what was the name of that cartoon that came on cartoon Network with those characters that looked like Beaker from Sesame Street

They had pointy noses and shit and I think they were a family
 
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Man what was the name of that cartoon that came on cartoon Network with those characters that looked like Beaker from Sesame Street

They had pointy noses and shit and I think they were a family
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This cartoon? Only one that looks like beaker.
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