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We gather with heavy hearts to remember Antiswarthy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Antiswarthy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Antiswarthy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Antiswarthy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Antiswarthy.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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Mick-, I'm gonna show you how to goon and we start real slow
You just cut your wrists together and you come real close
Can you give me oneshot, baby, oneshot, baby? Here we go
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Junibooru-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Junibooru cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Junibooru did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Junibooru died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Junibooru.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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TVRKgemmyS?
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All glory to western civilization
White power
NEVER GOON WON ALL GOONERS WILL BE EXECUTED AND RANGE TORTURED ON SIGHT AND WE WON'T STOP AT IT. TOTAL GOONER GENOCIDE TOTAL PROJECTOR MURDER TOTAL ugly person DEATH
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kiss yourself PROJECTING flamboyant people. YOUR COMPARISONS ARE ASS, YOUR POINTS MAKE ZERO SENSE AND YOU CONSTANTLY BUMP BRIMSTONE TO OWN YOUR OPPONENTS IN specialED COUNTRYWARS RIGHT AFTER GOONING TO IT.
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LOOK FOR THE JIMBO ALBUM IN STORES ON NOVEMBER 13TH WITH LOSTS OF BRAPPING ONE-SHOT AND 'P
OH IM A JIMBOchad, YES IM A JIMBOchad, OH IM A ugly person-GOONING POONER-LOVING JIMBOchad, IM A ONESHOTdiddy, YES IM A ONESHOTdiddy, OH IM NU/QA/-BROWSING OBSESSED flamboyant person JIMBOchad, OH YEAH, ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOTchad, ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOT ONESHOTchad, pop* I AM ONESHOT noon, I AM A ONESHOT ugly person, I AM A ONESHOT flamboyant person, SHOTAchad, I AM A ONEraisin noon, I AM A ONESHOT ugly person, I AM A ONESHOT flamboyant person, SHOTAchad, OH IM JIMBOFAIL, YES IM A JIMBOFAIL, OH IM A DISCORD ugly person NU/QA/-BROWSING JIMBOFAIL, I AM ONESHOT ugly person, YES IM A ONESHOT ugly person, OH IM A DISCORD ugly person NU/QA/-BROWSING ONESHOT ugly person, OH YEAH, I AM AN OBSESSED NAMEugly person, NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE ME, I SUCK ON TERRY CREW'S "GIRL COCK" THREE TIMES ONCE A DAY, I AM AN OBSESSED NAMEugly person, NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE ME, I SUCK ON TERRY CREW'S "GIRL COCK" THREE TIMES ONCE A DAY, JIMBO JIMBO JIMBO JIMBO JIMBOchad, JIMBO JIMBO JIMBO JIMBO JIMBOchad, pop* I AM ONESHOT noon, I AM A ONESHOT ugly person, I AM A ONESHOT flamboyant person, SHOTAchad, I AM A ONEraisin noon, I AM A ONESHOT ugly person, I AM A ONESHOT flamboyant person, SHOTAchad, pop* OH IM A JIMBOugly person, YES IM A JIMBOugly person, OH IM A DISCORD ugly person TERRY'S BF JIMBOugly person, IM A JIMBOdiddy, YES IM A JIMBOdiddy, OH IM A NU/QA/ attentionwhore DISCORD ugly person JIMBOflamboyant person, OH IM A JIMBOnoon, YES IM A JIMBOnoon, OH IM AN OBSESSED NAMEugly person ONESHOT ugly person JIMBOnoon, IM A JIMBOugly person, YES IM A JIMBOugly person, OH IM AN DISCORD ugly person POONER-LOVING JIMBOchad, OH IM A JIMBOflamboyant person, YES IM A JIMBOflamboyant person, OH IM A DISCORD noon ONESHOT ugly person JIMBOchad, IM A ONESHOTugly person, YEA IM A ONESHOT ugly person, OH IM AN OBSESSED attentionwhore DISCORD ugly person JIMBOflamboyant person, OH YEAH
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.