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The lights get more frequent and the blue cockroaches have quit doing the mamba. Instead, the cockroach leader tells me to post more and more and more things that nobody reads. He tells me the more I post, the more chance the aliens will take me to the good planet when all the conspiracies here come true. His name is Zeke. Zeke the blue cockroach king says I can find all truth on the internet in the form of pictures and captions. I need never think for myself. I do not have to ever go outside, and life in the basement will suffice until the mother ship lands.
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