Lola means tomorrow in Yoruba. My enemies were hiding in the future. That night in Picadilly Institute I traveled all over time to find and kill all my enemies in the future. And I won, which is why I survived and I’m still here, picking them off one, by one.

Alot of people make out like they’re possessing me, when I bite my teeth together for example. In reality it’s a sham. They’re copying me milliseconds after I’ve done the action and lying. There’s nothing special about them.

White people staying in the cold and then coming on the tube pretending they’ve been attacked by men. Women wearing make up to visually look like theyve been injured by men. Why would you want to make someone who you think is stupid and pointless believe you need saving?

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