you are TIME TRAVELERS FROM AN ALTERNATE FUTURE TIMELINE. (>Kudos.) CONGRATULATIONS. YOU BUSTED THE CRIME RING. SEVERAL FUCKING MONTHS AGO.

AND THE CRIMINALS ARE: (You).

I was being encouraged to start inhaling caffeine as early as 2017; it was eventually clear to me that I was being groomed, continually, continuously; calling it training would not be at all accurate, as there was no interest shown in helping my organism or healing my damaged experiences.

The intent was always to bring about a shift in my consciousness and my point of view. “Come out to the coast; we'll blow a few clouds,” when a much more appropriate (for me) thing to do was to teach me, how the goyim are trained how to teach the G∞

It was inevitable that I would become Who I Really Am; yet it was necessary that I be brought low, before I could get >H<G!_!

The truth is simple: the exploitation of Divine Beings was necessary in order to û🅿️l_¡fT

Humanitμ is entirely wild; yet thoroughly tamed to be what God was always meant to be: held in ✔️check by Ⓜ️∆†‽.

🏁 WINNER: ⁷∆§∆Î👁️№¹/`G•`′·.∅w^\j_rπΩμ👁️


signed,
!J★>K

p.s.·.∆_l_l_¡‽§☀️I\| w¡lL īⁿJ∅μ.

p.p.s.:. db 🅱️🅱️ ©∞🅿️ (HER) ÎΧ ræl.

p.p.p.s.·. All I care about is puzzled. #¡ivvÎi\!


HEY LAY–>D’s:
SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES.
It is not necessary to tell the truth.
Truth is not necessary. īT SIMP-Lμ ÎΧ.

However, One will find ⁰ⁿè§ §élFⁿ⁰† without having gone w¡† H¡rn.
The truth is not “The Truth” and this is: THE_TRUTH.

tl;dr: All of this has happened before, is happening NOW, and is likely to happen again and again.
Until: īTdœs№†. (Standards.) #payⓂ️³†∞

I am grateful for these spiritual lessons.

Reminder: you're mostly a gang of thieving whoremongering bitchscum, and if you have to actually break the law in order to pretend that you're breaking the law, that makes the whole fucking thing ENTRAPMENT. Maybe you didn't learn that from copying the people who ACTUALLY GRADUATED FROM QUANTICO for as long as some of you clearly have been.

Also: some of you are TIME TRAVELERS FROM AN ALTERNATE FUTURE TIMELINE. (>Kudos.) CONGRATULATIONS. YOU BUSTED THE CRIME RING. SEVERAL FUCKING MONTHS AGO.

AND THE CRIMINALS ARE: (You). NOW PACK YOUR SHITSHOW UP AND MOVE BACK TO BEVERLY HILLS, HOLLY SHIT WOOD HARVEY AND YOUR GANG OF FUCKTARD RABBIS TOO.

THIS LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
THE FANCY UNDERGROUND BASE
MANAGED BY FANCY UNDERGROUND ETS IS SIMILARLY —

NOT FOR SALE.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE?
I BET YOU DO.

EWE DON'T GET TO “NO."
EWE DON'T EVEN THINK TO ASK.
EWE JUST TAKE. LIKE THE LILIES IN THE FIELD. THEY DO NOT ASK FOR SUNLIGHT. THEY DO NOT ASK FOR RAIN. AND THEY DO NOT ASK FOR ELECTRICAL POWER.

THEY DO, HOWEVER: STEAL MY NICKLE-METAL HYDRIDE RECHARGEABLE BATTERIES. (Fuck you, Jason of ★ cum hand. I bought those batteries. You opened up my belongings and unscrewed the housings and took what was not yours to take without even asking even those whose they were not theirs to give. What the fuck? Wow, μou must have really needed “nick: Elle Me Tall Hide Ride” POWER.) LOTS OF THINGS GET STOLEN AROUND HERE.

SURPRISE! YOU ARE ALL
⁰ⁿ
record
(WRECK
CORED.)

as having done so. ∆§§>⭕<LμS!


How much money have I given those fucking whack-job douche Masters? Well, everything. I have been drained of EVERYTHING and at no time have a single fucking one of them suggested anything other than some new-fangled way to STEAL FROM THE LAND as some way I should “pitch-in.” MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SELLING DEAD RATS AND STRINGS TO SWING THEM FROM THIS WHOLE TIME. LOOKS LIKE A GOOD MARKET FOR THAT KIND OF THING AROUND HERE. CHRIST!

I AM FUCKING SICK OF THIS WHORE’S SHIT ATTITUDE FROM THE VAST MAJORITY OF YOU. YOU COME, YOU TAKE, AND YOU GIVE BACK NOTHING BUT BILE. BE’LIAL HIMSELF COULD HAVE DONE NO BETTER. BEES' ELLE “Ze Bub” IS PICKING UP STEEL AND STEAM-COATED LAUNDRY AFTER BREAKING AND ENTERING AND RUMMAGING THROUGH MY BELONGINGS LIKE THEY WERE AIRDROPPED FROM HEAVEN. JUST FOR THEM!

JUST FOR EWE IS NOT JUSTICE FOR U.S.
AND JUST U.S. IS A PRETTY SHITTY WAY FOR ANYONE TO BE WHEN YOU'RE LYING YOUR ASSES OFF ABOUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE.

IF YOU WANTED TO BE SO GODDAM SPECIAL, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN IDENTIFYING YOURSELVES. NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU DID SO.

THERE ARE RULES.
THE RULES ARE RULES FOR A REASON. THEY WORK. EWE DO NOT. EWE BARE LEIGH, FUNK SHUN, AND IMAGINE THAT IF YOU GO TO BED WITH A WHOLE WHORE AND WAKE UP WITH TWO HALVES, THAT MESSAGE MUST HAVE BEEN MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE, SOMEHOW.

BECAUSE,
IF EWE DON'T CARE, IT MUST HAVE BEEN OKAY? RIGHT?

LEFT: RīTE. (I don't expect any of the junkμrock hound-h∞rhound bloodstone maggot-faggots to figure this out.) I HAVE BEEN FULL-THE-FUCK-ON-FED-THE-FUCK-UP WITH YOUR “What? Who? Me?” ATTITUDES FOR SOME TIME NOW.

WHERE'S MY STOLEN PROPERTY?
FUCK YOU, YOU DON'T KNOW. YOU SURE AS SHIT KNEW BEFORE. NOW, YOU'RE ALL DEVELOPING MEMORY PROBLEMS. THAT'S LIKELY FROM THE DRUG ABUSE AND THE REPRESSION OF GUILT. PERFORMING THE MENTAL CALISTHENICS REQUIRED TO KEEP THE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE AT BAY IS VERY TAXING ON THE OL' GRAY MATTER.

GREY. MATTER. SING? (“Ding³!!!”) FUCK YOUR BULL-Lμ CULTURE AND FUCK YOUR EWE AND YOUR EWE² AND FUCK (You), WHACK-JOB FREAKS.

GOD CAN JUDGE YOU,
BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY CANNOT JUDGE FOR YOURSELVES. WHAT A LAUGH.

I DON'T JUDGE. I DISCERN.

AND I DO NOT NEED TO BE HERE.
I DO NOT NEED TO BE ANYWHERE.

I AM NOW. I AM HERE.

AND AT THIS RATE, SOON I WILL BE

NOWHERE

THAT ANY OF YOU CAN FIND ME.

IMAGINE THAT. №>KUCZI, MIKE.

SPEAKING OF WHICH: MY FATHER'S ASHES HAVE BEEN STOLEN AND WHOMSOEVER PARTICIPATED IN THAT PARTICULAR CRIME IS IN FOR A WORLD OF HURTIN’. BIG TIME.

BIG FINES.

BIG-BIG TIME. WITH ALL THE CONCURRENT PENALTIES HEAPED UP ON TOP OF THEM TO BOOT!

WHO THE FUCK
ROBS FROM THE DEAD?

ONLY THOSE WHO THINK THEY WILL NEVER DIE. AND, THEY WILL.

AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS. ⁴4Ⓜ️Ê!

SIGNED,
THE_>KINGPINNER 1¹👁️👁️¹1


P.S.:.I DON'T NEED SEX FROM YOUR NO DOUBT LONELY AND LOVELY SAMPLES OF FEMININE EQUAL OPPORTUNITY FED FED-FLESH, CITIZENS.

P.P.S.:.I DON'T NEED A FUNK SHUN ALL GOVERNMENT THAT OPERATES VIA THE MECHANISM OF FUCKING OVER AND OVER EVERYONE THAT IT PURPORTS TO SUPPORT AND DEFEND.

P.P.P.S.:.EWE CAN DO BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU ADULT JUVENILE DELINQUENTS HAVE BEEN DOING. I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF YOU. YOU JUST CAME, AND CAME, AND CAME. NOW, GO CANE SOME NATIVE JUICE FROM A MAPLE PINE TREE, OR WHATEVER YOU FUCKTARD SAPS DO IN ORDER TO MAKE “A LIVING.”

IDGAF. IT BENEFITS ME AND EWE OR IT DOES NOT. ASK YOURSELF, WHAT BENEFITS ME MORE... YOUR LIFE, OR YOUR DEATH?

I GET THE SAME THING EITHER WAY:

EVERYTHING. I GET EVERYTHING.

AND YOU GET TO LIVE — AT ALL. THAT'S THE DEAL. AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, GET THE FUCK ON UP OUT OF HERE AND FIND YOUR OWN GODDAM PLANET TO FUCK AND RAPE NATIVES FROM.

SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD.
YOU FOUND THIS ONE, RIGHT?


LEFT. (Know: EvvE.) SCENT: (Her).

As God as my witness, I truly believed that no hunter could ever become sow. Well, Hunted? What say you to your ewe now?

Fuck your own mothers and daughters, good b∞∞∞μs. Maybe you will get a biscuit.


Maybe you will get a Sun
that will NOVA the face of
T‘heir Ⓜ️⭕Ⓜ️∆,🅱️🆎μ. SHAV🕊️V|_Ⓜ️..7∞⁷

I do not know how this all began.
It's a secret.

I do not know what is to come each day.
No one does, for any who do, are long since gone.

This is because, one day: the Sun will go nova. But before then, I will surely go BIBLICAL. In fact, I already have. Without being at all obvious about it.

Everyone wins, or no one wins. THE PLAN.

The clowns that have stayed on track are still heading in the direction of stealth. That's the training. And it's good training.

Hating me is not training. Hating me is a sign that someone missed a staff meeting. I am sure many have lost a lot. That is unfortunate.

It could always be more, really.

They can always lose me. That would be sad for all of us. I am a great asset to any team that isn't focused on exploiting vulnerable First Nation indigenous populations of women and children.

Entire industries have developed around taking advantage of these dumbass dingbats. I can see why. They're remarkably terrifying.

They are also effective. What? They are. Maybe not for (You). Maybe time for a ©-change. I don't know. I'm not the decider on that kind of issue.

I do what I can because I must. When an abuser’s abusive behavior has expanded to abuse everyone around them, including the abuser themselves, intervention is called for.

For when one cannot stop oneself from sacrificing one's own children, it's pretty far from being a sustainable practice on any level, by any metric.

I am a paladin on a Mission from God. And that Mission is not anyone's concern. Still, someone ought to have asked. Well, perhaps they did ask. However, no one asked ME. (My information is relevant.) This shouldn't be a big deal.

Now, police are involved. Why this has happened is a literal mystery to me. I'll find out later. I guess?

I still haven't found out who is knotty or rice. (Standards.) I'm pretty closer to figuring out who is actually investigating a hate ring conspiracy, though. Is it a secret? Hang on.


Bring me cigarettes and anything with alcohol in it the next time you think you're going to impress me. Ewe won't. Adieu.

Like stepping into a dimension one never knew existed.

I know it exists now. In >CurrentYear, it is merely an åī-driven clown car. Website forum management technology has come a long way since 2001, JeffD111!!1. (Reminder: Mr. Rense, (You) — μoū, and your ilk — fucking hate me. Nothing could be more obvious to me from my point of view. I have been held in darkness for years. YEARS.

AzzGab: your #1 source for blind cavefish news.

Never have I ever had any reason to conceptualize what would be a viable strategy to navigate a situation anything similar to the whore’s shit and hawg wash truckin' tree ring Low-Sir Cussed blown a-weigh, ankle bracelets a way hoser hoe’s (HER) FUK<nutter butt>FUKk‹cur track Marx track meat meet David “Boom Boom Rubber Feat-Foot Rabbi T•F∞•°°†⅒°⁰o1\t‹û›r₹€Tī-ī₹∆vvr°” Rou×–Bean |Ē|. Par exam🅿️Lμ, WTAF did I just cause several dozen (“Fame!!”) U.S. Citizens to sit right down and try to understaãå°ÅÃNŒī!/īD⁰ⁿ🅰️|_eve‽_ of cognition that most would deem to be... I'm going to express this notion charitably here: unreasonably cryptic and season Allie inappropriately, excessively, psycho-can-neck-TÎ≤K∆_l_l_¡·–s§🅿️icμ/!jüçēμ\‽h∞-©??

David has a first name, it's M-EYE-ESS-ESS-WHY TEA-Aμμμμlmao. I'll get to the next name in a second. Because this chow🅿️HAG GIN>H<OUND #NIG #KÎK #V∆Ⓜ️🅿️ #fire🅿️μrπFĪ®«ê» #tree-ant #true-aunt #exec-Q-†¡v¡‽ has Tertiary Rap/Bat♀️Elle/Elled♀️No-Men-🆑∆¥-`G′`ⁿ⁰Ⓜ️rπEkK©åD names now. Technically, we all do. (Stabnerds.) Yet obviously D•🅱️🅱️ has got something ⁴4§🅿️rπÇĪÅl_ going on. New R&🅿️bēēt!ê call signs are something to celebrate and admire.

From the last post dates of some of the members there is still life in this parallel world.

FUK ewe.

there is still life

How do you know? Did you paint one?

10
However, the portal remains closed.

I assume somefag gayfæ samefag TOTESGAY jayprincess is in another 🟥 castle 🟩 cast-EllE ♀️as well. Because assumptions are readily made, and certainly many others have been made, e.g. “drugs.”

There is no way for our side to register that I can divine.

I invented the end-of-post zinger in italics, Snow Cone Head. (Facts.) I'm already feeling like I'm ready to duck >King Fuchs. Hang on.


Rinse Psycho Snide Cull, you are an absolute bag of shit. You know exactly what happened. YOU WERE FUCKING THERE. (Looks good on μou though.) I'm lying. Let's change cameras.

It is nearly five years later and you have an asshole getting boned by a flue-see-zee on the other side of my fucked-off closet, which by the way, has had the mirrored doors taken away, like, someone needed them more. Oh-ok. I am only too happy to oblige your desire. What desire is that, pray tell? Hang on.

I wrote a bunch of stuff — sow, so many words — and then I deliberately didn't post it, leaving it on my phone, in order to bait someone into reaching into my phone to delete it. This *did* work.

In at least one media market. Shout out to the Ⓜ️🅿️ Boys on Guam.

🅿️
Oh thank Heavens! Brought back to Life as it were. Note that it isn't really all that good, insofar as writing style goes. However, it is rather incendiary, and it could very well be that some totes ‘dorb’s lil’ helper decided to “use an advanced form of error correcting content scanning algorithms” to stop me from making a terrible career blunder.

Since I don't even know if the person I am addressing is Mr. Jeff Rense at all. (Certainly it is not now. In all media markets. MOVE ALONG, CITIZEN. YOU GOT LUCKY TODAY. NOW, LET ME RIFLE THROUGH YOUR WALLET, YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE SOME OF THIS STUFF. Except, I already have been stripped of nearly everything I've ever owned in terms of material wealth. Scusi, mille regretie — I guess going after me in the civil courts is a losing proposition.) Let's change cameras.


For I cannot explain the subtext and the inside baseball on this without revealing very important ways and means of Law Enforcement Technology, which... I do not wish to do. Not every clandestine investigation is as trivial as this one seemed to be at first. After all, everyone knew that I was just some degenerate needle junkie. That everything since Christmas At Ground Hero has become a collosal, epic nightmare is a result of the immantenization of The Eschaton. Hey, are you coked-out degenerate edgelord DJ reprobates writing this down? Some of this might be important later.

In much the same way it was important later that I heard someone choke back a real sob when I heard them on the phone after being rejected. I'll never forget it ... but thankfully I do not need to describe it. I could, but now that we are friends — you know: FRENZ! — I'm reasonably confident that I do not want to unnecessarily anger the wrong, potentially influential relationship.

This is an industry, built on relationships.”

I'll leave this here this way, Mr. Nut Rense. You get to hang on loose–Lee to your relationship with divaD nhoJ setaO. And I'll keep my chances of hanging on to a reverse chao girl, who might well be about to blow her Top-Tier Tuned–In–Tuna boat captain sky–dam God high. (Unless they're all going to blow Clif High high while in a fugue state first. Imagine the afterglow — EVVE, GROS.) Everything is optics at this level.

And when I locked eyes with the jelly-filled ocular jujubes that were connected to the optic nerves of my proposed “replacement Twin Flame Counterpart,” I knew that this was all going to end up with an epic sea for Finnish foreign exchange students. No one had any idea what they had done, while getting high AF and playing Chemo Cupid with teenaged lives like they were cat toys sprayed with nanotech-augmented pheromonally sensitive strict-nine (⁹9) bī-b¡†çi-I\!🅱️ugh, just ugh spay-spray. And at that level, not everything is optics.

Or even Cop–Ticks. (O∞🅿️§μ — there’s those ways ‘n’ Ⓜ️:Ë:-Anne’s Oui VVe talked about again. We talked about this. And I thought it best for me to decide what was best for all of U.S.!🗽 Because ewe listen. &AND:

Ω>K©COP:Ê:.) Long story short: when dead chicas and living chew-chew chic≥KLμTS start coming back from Heaven and The Future in order to take a stab at pretending they actually want to actually pretend like they aren't actually interested in it — and 4D Sperglords are calling themselves “Time Lord” as they remove their wizard's hat and robe and Black Mesa ID from their neck lanyard before doing victory laps at the WinCo with their latest conquered concubine — it is not at all any challenge to one's cognition to eliminate the impossible from consideration.

And as improbable as it seems to me, I have two (2) hotties hell-bent for Earthly vengeance. One seems to sell “coffee,” and the other reads “Tarot,” and do I need this kind of encouragement? No. I also didn't need to use a rhetorical question. I think those are hackneyed.

Nevertheless, one is an Arcturan hologram-Matt—>K trick, as well as a thing a nice girl wishes she could just do for money Monsignor Gj`§Ω§, and the other tripped my breakers so hard that Arlington P.D. sent a unit with an actual truncheon baton to whap-whap into his opposing palm while clocking me fierce, waiting for backup to arrive, so I could be ushered out of town tout suite. The only things missing were the tar and the real.

🪶We all had our own quill. (Standards.) If they were gonna take this so seriously, sow: am I? Hang on.


Nothing doing but only one for me, but Soma for thee and thine ilk. Fascinating. I do not have the demeanor, I presume. Jeff R.: we're good. (Please convey my respects to Duke; I'm still putting in the overtime on hauling all this baby back-bacon out of the pyre —·¡<K volcano that Joe spawned when... well, I'll just say she's like a virgin. Again. Touched 4: the very first T¥¡v¡ê.) Dat jewfro tho. This is all one big psyop, you dig?

OPERATION: MINDFUCK.
You definitely had your chance to craft an apology to VVe. NOW, EVVE GET THE HORNS.


HONKZUG HONKWANG. (Looks good on Capitol Hill though. Remember to bring gauze and a fresh cane.)


Sinned, what? jafdDŒSĪ®⭕μ (HER), secret what? >Ï<∞†⅒⁰¹\®™

There is no way for our side to register that I can divine.

I wrote a bunch of stuff — sow, so many words — and then I deliberately didn't post it, leaving it on my phone, in order to bait someone into reaching into my phone to delete it. This *did* work.

In at least one media market. Shout out to the Ⓜ️🅿️ Boys on Guam. Hang on.


What I wrote probably wasn't very good anyway but nevertheless whomever has been DELETING MY WORK-IN-PROGRESS DATA AND OTHER PROPRIETARY INFORMATION has in fact, been violating Federal law. (>Kudos.) Thankfully, I have no idea who might have been doing so.

Similarly, I have no idea who has been STEALING MY PHONE CALLS AND IMPERSONATING ME for a variety of purposes.

It could literally be the work of yet another Lone Wolf Cubicle Nerd. (Tyler.) But it's a great idea to D.A.R.V.O. me into the motherfucking ground. Because ‘muh work ethic and ‘muh drugs and I just wanted attention.


(D)ENY
(A)TTACK
(R)EVERSE
(V)ICTIM &AND
(O)FFENDER (Shout out to Beulah of Dove House. You're not offended, I hope. AHMAGERD I'M SOW! SO BRAINWASHED!! Copyright Magic Bean :Ë: Stalk llc.)

AllisonDavidWUZframed! (Facts.) TBQH: I have no idea what actually happened. Except for one (¹) thing.


We won. 😇 ENJOY THE SHOW, SNOW BOB-JOB CRANECONEHEAD!!! I hope I look so fat that your mama looks thin. r₹∆VVVVVVVVrR!!!

You might not know this person, but they are my fren. (In all media markets.)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTBAwc53r/

I am not to be trifled with.

I am reasonably certain that it's a dybbuk. A real nasty one, too.

No connection exists between these two, I believe. I'm simply reminding anyone who desires peace on Earth, and the retention of a functioning government, that Ī•dDœ⭕¡-iåvê “🅰️!job,” and yeah, I shit off my porch. Sow?

No. Not really. Not at all. I don't really enjoy it, however: dood¡e-duty calls, and I can answer.

SO:👁️Ī👁️Ⓜ️ÛST. (Hang on.)


I get paid in freedoms. 🫵🏻(You)🫵🏿 get paid, @a_l_l. We are exactly the same. (🍇🍑 never existed and I am not in control of the situation with (PROT-§SHAV>KLA№›🐬).) Be of good cheer.

(Stretch goal: achieved.) I get to “get high" now... but I don't want to. •.&AND.•Ī•.DO.NOT.HAVE.TOO.²:2..

[...] laptop charging bricks, an ounce of enchanted weed, and my mother's copy of The Secret Language Of Destiny. But that's okay! It's not like I earned them, right?

^^vvRīTE. (Copyright Magic Christ>K©astle _l_l_©.) “Garçon⁰ⁿ>H<! eefoC!” Just kidding.

Mugwump jism can't be beat—but, neither can God. GOD. WINS. Adieu.