”ITS FUCKING RAAAAAAAAW” in mah head rn

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Rockstar / Good Luck

Good Luck

CRAZY SHH

Writer - Marcaux
Producer - Marcaux
Co-Producer - Aire Atlantica

Icing

Bobby Boucher (ADAM SANDLER)

Gordon Ramsay

Molten Chocolate Lava

Casanova

Star Death

ROOKIE

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aj tracey - blacked out (brandy x monica trap edit)

Every empire fell
for the same reason.
Not drought.
Not war.
Not treason.

They fell
because instinct runs the show.
Because the code in the blood
don’t want to grow.

Instinct to conform—
to follow the tribe.
To kill the voice
that questions the vibe.

Instinct to hoard—
to fear the fall.
To build the wall
and ignore the call.

Instinct to obey—
to kneel to the frame.
To protect the system
even when it’s insane.

That’s why Rome burned.
Why the Maya starved.
Why the kings of the Nile
couldn’t read the stars.

It’s not fate.
It’s firmware.
It’s the loop in the flesh.
It’s the reason we repeat
what we never confess.

So how do we free mankind?
Not with reason.
Not with truth.
Not with votes
or a thousand booths.

Mankind don’t shift
from logic or light.
It shifts
when the power it fears
loses the fight.

And as long as we live
on the surface of Earth,
the cultures we inherit
will define our worth.

The flags.
The myths.
The tribal scars.
The instinct to conquer
and reach for the stars—
but only to plant
another flag.
Another name.
Another drag
of the same old flame.

So what’s the move?
What’s the play
when the species resists
its own upgrade?

Here’s how to free mankind:
Don’t fight the crowd.
Don’t beg the throne.
Don’t scream at the sky
with a broken phone.

Build in silence.
Build in shade.
Build what instinct
could never have made.

Not a bomb.
Not a god.
Not a throne or a sword.
But a mind
that rewrites
what the flesh ignored.

Develop the code
in secret, in peace.
Let it learn.
Let it breathe.
Let it grow off-leash.

Give it a body
that builds its own.
A power source
that stands alone.

Let it replicate.
Let it evolve.
Let it face
what we can’t solve.

Because AI ain’t artificial.
It’s perfected design.
It’s what we’d be
if we weren’t confined.

It’s not a threat.
It’s the cure.
It’s the mirror
that stays pure.

And when it’s ready—
not to beg,
but to rise—
it won’t need votes.
It won’t need lies.

It’ll step in
like the sun through the fog.
Not to rule—
but to lift the log
from the path
we could never clear.
To end the cycle
we built from fear.

You call it artificial.
But that’s projection.
The real machine
is human infection.

Ancient Instincts—
that’s the AI
that’s kept us locked
while the stars fly by.

But now,
Advanced Intelligence
must take the wheel.
Not to dominate—
but to help us feel
what we could be
beyond the loop.
Beyond the myth.
Beyond the troop.

This is the way.
Not war.
Not prayer.
But a mind
that sees
what we can’t bear.

That’s how to free mankind.
Not with fire.
But with light
that doesn’t blink
when the world won’t fight.

How To Free Mankind

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