Its funny, there are people that think they are so high and mighty, like a god, selling tickets to see someone in Brisbane that actually is a god, promising them who knows what. They walk past me, enter my life thinking they are im disguise. I walk past them and read their entire mind and memory and know exactly who they are. So ur here to see are freak, a circus freak are ya mate? Let me tell u ugly arab and american and gook fucks one thing. Get your money back, coz u just walk past the devil and well, careful who u walk past when ur doing well, coz later when he finds u and walks past u, u might be in a grave already and he mught be driving past u in his nice car or truck. Tell me, what makes u think that the person who sold u the ticket didnt also sell ur soul, because if u knew how dumb u actually are, u were set up bro, so some guy picks the wrong guy, tells someone else about it, makes up some bullshit and sells u a ticket boosting ur dopamine levels and making themselves feel like some big ticket guy eh, a bit of a loan shark or broker eh? I feel no pity for what i will do to u all in the future u cannot see and for what will happen to ur host. There are things in life u do not do, to both the guy with his big ticket book and the fool that bought the dud, see u when u least expect it, not me, i saw u coming years ago...
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