Alright, I’m coming off of a spin on the eliptical, my face is burning from my preworkout, and I’m seriously feeling it. We are so fucking back, friends. And I fucking mean it.
Boys, We’ve been kicked, and beaten down for not being able to sit still, for wanting more than a 9 to 5 office grind, wanting more than the starbucks soy latte life. No. We don’t fucking want that life we were ment for better than that bullshit.
We are Americas Bastard Sons. We are the inheritors to a dream that the Corpos wanted us to forget. We are Fighters, Cowboys, we are the fucking American Battousai. We lift, we fight, we fuck, and there isn’t a god damn thing the GloboCorp Cucks can Fucking do about it. We are so fucking autistic we have ascended beyond their messaging, they aren’t even speaking our Fucking language.
We’re going to scream down the highway at 120 miles per hour in our 150hp shitboxes with 90s Eurobeat drowned out by the scream of that anemic shitbox engine because we cut the cats out of the mother fucker. We are going to live like it’s the last fucking day before Jesus returns and we have to help him do all the dirty work because he can’t fight the demons alone.
We are so fucking back. We are so fucking back and there isn’t a god damn thing they can do to stop us.
Image related: it’s literally me.
From the Workbench of Kali 
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