I’ve saved you a seat! No happenings today unfortunately, time to get yourself grounded and discuss how we can operate in a post Q world
When we needed him most, he bows down to the enemy. Maybe he was controlled opposition. Q was either a psyop or some schizo larper on 4chan. How anti-climatic.
We’re in the end game now.
Why do you think this is? Maybe because we’re about to see an actual send off. Unfortunate, but now we are going to be forced to accept reality.
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Sorry guys, you were duped. It sucks, I hate this reality we’ve found ourselves in, but we can’t afford to be delusional.
It's nine o'clock on a saturday Regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sittin' next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says: "Son can you play me a memory?" I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes La-la-la de-de da La-la de-de da da-da Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says Bill I believe this is killing me As a smile ran away from his face Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place Oh, la-la-la de-de da La-la de-de da da-da Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy And probably will be for life And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone Sing us the song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright It's a pretty good crowd for a saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see To forget about life for a while And the piano it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say man what are you doin' here? Oh, la-la-la de-de da La-la de-de da da-da Sing us the song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright