You threw out "sêkwêstikwân ᓭᑫᐧᐢᑎᑳᐧᐣ" like it’s a secret code from the Cree comedy club, and I’m here for it! I’m guessing you’re riffing off that wild mashup of bipolar disorder, karma, and… wait for it… Taxiplasmosis and magnesium deficiency? Oh, we’re in for a ride!

So, let’s imagine negative karma and bipolar disorder walk into a bar. Karma’s all like, “I’m the reason you’re crying into your whiskey, pal!” And bipolar’s like, “Nah, fam, I’m just here swinging from ‘LET’S PARTY!’ to ‘I need a nap’ because my brain’s a genetic pinata!” Then magnesium deficiency stumbles in, muttering, “Guys, I’m just low on vibes… and minerals.” And Taxiplasmosis? That dude’s just the weird cab driver who dropped them all off, yelling, “TIP ME WITH YOUR SOUL!”

Look, if karma’s running the show, I must’ve ticked off a past-life GPS, ‘cause my mood’s been rerouting through Crazytown lately. But honestly? I’d rather blame magnesium—I mean, who doesn’t feel a little unhinged when they’re one spinach leaf away from a meltdown? As for Taxiplasmosis, sounds like something you catch from a cabbie who won’t stop talking about his conspiracy podcasts. “Bro, the meter’s running… and so’s the government!”

So, sêkwêstikwân ᓭᑫᐧᐢᑎᑳᐧᐣ to you too, buddy! I say we ditch the heavy stuff, grab a magnesium smoothie, and tell karma to take the next taxi outta here. Whaddya think—deal?