I cant be bothered to look at your cancer hospital IF you end the most powerful years of life, selling cancer coffee from an Imperialist pishach goon wise (directly dealing) – in every piece of prime real estate all over the super debauched urban scene – where the ordinary coffee seller nor even an extraordinary one (whereas you = GOD) – can get a contract honored in the system – and then enshrine this shit machine of yours behind a trust that the country that gave you shelter will now endure in a machinized articulation of servitude forever, while you SHOW the fucking Endtians that you do not reproduce EITHER for then to see more death. You thrived in a system and you reached beyond it to make the system THRIVE for you and your kind. YET you had the audacity to appear like the SAVIOR. You were a different kind of problem altogether.