i’ve given up. i cannot find the woke antifa army. my spirit is broken after spending the day lost in a field of corn. giant tree creatures lorded over my path, misshapen gourds littered the way, and a band of evil creatures played devil music. but the army is nowhere to be found.
defeated,
j
i’ve given up. i cannot find the woke antifa army. my spirit is broken after spending the day lost in a field of corn. giant tree creatures lorded over my path, misshapen gourds littered the way, and a band of evil creatures played devil music. but the army is nowhere to be found.
defeated,
j
i am in steadfast search of the librul army antifa. they are elusive, but i continue to find clues. i found a memorial to their leaders and a dangerous creature guarding an evil house. i have spent the day in gardens with the ghosts of troops marching in loops, and a bridge to hell.
j
i am in steadfast search of the librul army antifa. they are elusive, but i continue to find clues. i found a memorial to their leaders and a dangerous creature guarding an evil house. i have spent the day in gardens with the ghosts of troops marching in loops, and a bridge to hell.
j
the antifa army remains hidden in the colony of portland, but i feel their presence as i feel the wind—the signs are there. a lone exception was a group of conscripted rowers training in the river for naval warfare. farmers are made to sell goods in small markets. i weep.
sadly,
j
the antifa army remains hidden in the colony of portland, but i feel their presence as i feel the wind—the signs are there. a lone exception was a group of conscripted rowers training in the river for naval warfare. farmers are made to sell goods in small markets. i weep.
sadly,
j
i have finally reached the war-torn colony of portland. i have yet to see the leftist woke army of antifa, but this city is as bleak as hell is hot. the people waste precious resources on art, trees deprive them of seeing heaven, & they make food of foreign lands.
in fear,
j
i have finally reached the war-torn colony of portland. i have yet to see the leftist woke army of antifa, but this city is as bleak as hell is hot. the people waste precious resources on art, trees deprive them of seeing heaven, & they make food of foreign lands.
in fear,
j