back when i had an issue with a rival philosopher of the streets, we'll call him "Lil Analytiks", my boys and i rolled up on him in the drop top prius and plugged him in the back of the head with a hardcover first edition of heidegger's being and time with a few repeated spinal shots from an illuminated manuscript type anachronistic copy of difference and repetition

now young blood was sitting there spitting up blood in between bars of his latest treatise on han fei, cursing us all out, calling us "thieves of rigor" and "flame-borne bastards" until i finally put his lights out with my size 9 docs

here's the issue: this guy was big, maybe 110, 120 pounds, a real heavyweight of the MIT extracurricular trap scene, and between lifting him back to the cut and dumping his body in a tub of lifted pool cleaner from francisco's mom's house, we were all just about exhausted

and that's just one guy. imagine how many kCals you'd have to expend taking down an entire rival school's hype house, let alone a million paid wordcel thugs flashing phenomenological colors on your street. nobody has time for that

now amoebas? amoeba ranching? that's a real gig

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