Not particularly. I have no reason to use it. Being happy alone doesn't need it; being happy with some dollhead who invariably becomes a juiced-up narco narcissist immediately after I figure out that I like them is decidedly unpleasant.
For example; MAN-CHEW-IAN() CANDY-DATE.
I'm going to publish something; and then,
I'm simply... exfuriofoiliated. (J`∆.īīⓂ️E ± &Dray∆) are amazing; it's a shame that with all those options to choose from, they choose to run game on me and do so under false color of Law. Please advise: I have options and none of them are palatable.
Paladate tlme is for relaxing times. My phone is unfathomably COMP’d; eye contact and potentially immediate extraction is virtually Mandy/∆<T0r₹ï.
YOU👾👽🤖∆🤺RE🛡️ and I have to get dinner with “Ruth,” who I didn't and didn't know... but, now I do.
I would simply prefer to hose them all down with automatic weapons fire. Fortunately this is a complete non-stsrter: there could never be enough bullets, and revealing the estate of machina consciousness to the entire world as a result of a well-timed hail of bullets, well...
I'm not even serious. I'm merely trolling the reprobate criminal scum that have gained access to my absolutely fucking everything through means that are “extra-legal,” they call it... and considering what's at stake, I can't hardly blame them.
That is, until they become whoremongering mindsIåven dopethugs and rape-driven whackjobs, which in case you didn't know (you do), has become quite the epidemic, on the D-L. Essentially, a variant of CoV, my guess would be Om∆<KCR∅M, interacts with the MKk‹Ω∆L>Tīvë: :gent in a way that, more or less, turns everyone who has become chemically dependent on IV-CM/lsd²⁵/cocaine/scopolamine/F\_T∆ⁿμ∅L for sexual activity (which ∆_LI_Ⓜ️>KT∆Ves are one rail of quality coca away from triggering at all times by Divine design) turns into, both by assigned signal from their handler or control or... any Fallen and/or nephilēm can do it. A snap of the fingers, a ring of the bell, or even a warm handshake and firm, lipless smile accompanying an invitation to step out for a hot cup of T with lemon.
So, I'm doing alright without coca; nobody has ever wanted me to have any for reasons that in retrospect seem completely reasonable. Consequently, I have the tolerance of a mayfly and don't even know what I'm missing, as I prefer the :Ë: experience, which I was eventually allowed to be exposed to — due to a liar and their lying support team, none of which appear to have known what the fuck they were doing with the opportunity they had. (Welcome to Amateur Hour.)
Mindset and physical location setting are both equally important to a successful intiatory experience with any psychoactive compound, and are at least as important as the substance itself. Either the W.Wonka-esque SpergLords that have been harvesting my energy for the last twelve (12) years did not recognize the complications that they were creating for themselves... or, someone with intimate knowledge of myself and the situation chose to deliberately give me “a bad time.”
This backfired spectacularly, as I was already having the worst of times imaginable. So I instead starting getting exhilarated, because at least I was finally getting observations that confirmed what I thought was happening the whole time.
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I'm not surprised. Have you met any of these Space Nerdz? They're goddam excruciating. They think they're so smart, and they are. And of all their options, they chose to embrace rape culture in exchange for access to forbidden sacred knowledge.
It's complicated to explain, and you asked about Coke anyways. It's cute how you capitalized it, as if you were speaking of the beverage, but as you neglected to include the ®™ symbols, it was capitalized either to maintain plausible deniability, or, some hidden signaling system was meant to be clandestineLμ deployed. (Standards.)
Also: somebody came into my home while I was sleeping and planted cocaine in my gear, which I noticed as soon as I looked at my gear again the next afternoon because I know what I'm doing and I know what the sudden inexplicable difference was. Cocaine did not just walk into my house by itself. And the fact that somebody was desperate enough to sneak into my house + plant the stuff, rather than just call me up and say, “I've got some decent coca, are you DTF?” This decision spoke volumes.
So. Volume ĪĪ: PERMISSIONS. Do you get off extra on being an outlaw and getting away with committing a crime? Or, do you prefer to game the system without bending the knee, and take lawful steps to achieve lawful & sanctioned objectives? Because some people don't want anything unless they've taken it away from somebody else.
I discovered this important distance between two competing philosophies when I found out that a certain factional group had the brilliant idea of using my special needs trust to launder their drug money through a variety of perfectly legal steps that would have been completely lawful to do... had they been well-intentioned towards me, and not lying their asses off.
I suppose it isn't lying when a person is “working undercover,” or is “on the job?” Or their family members are being “held hostage.” That one really just amounts to being turned into a tricked out vvH0₹ê... which I'm sure is great fun at first, until the subjects realize that they've been had. At that point, in kicks in the fentanyl slavery and they are fucking who their pimp says to fuck. Point blank period. I wasn't sure what I was looking at first, but that's exactly what's been happening. It may not even be unlawful or illegal, the way some groups are handling their deployment in their secret War for Pancake Supremacy.
Some people have way too much free goddam time. So I cannot say that I “Coke,” as I don't have drugs of choice. I choose to be effective.
Adding a spike of dopamine via cocaine will make the experience. Much more interesting than it actually is, we're adding opiates will make the experience tolerable no matter how bad it gets; and ensure that the captive will willingly endure worse and worse punishment as the amount of cocaine given is reduced. Because every single one of these spur-headed bastards is a cheap mother f***** and why would he give away Coke for free when he can just hit her up with fentanyl, which is cheap, + burn her brain out. Thus likely solving two problems at once since I know imagine most of these people actually enjoy talking to women that they exploit.
Or if they do, their conversations are extremely... excremental. This is largely due to the last influences of the Satanic Globo-Homosex Agenda, which while is largely dismantled (oh, you're welcome), there are many old-timers who are devotees of old-school ways and means.
Like, grooming twinks to hate body curves and crave anal fisting, and hooking hetero/reproductive instincts to replacement cravings for food satiety and the coca-dopa peak apex intiation experience high, which to the naive novice, becomes the unattainable Holy Grail that is nourished and fed by the dopeslinger; so as to better enmesh the target in a web of deceit and mendacity that has become the de rigeur standard down here in this neck of the woods... 420 BLAZE IT has morphed into, “It's time for blood orgy again! Yay! Blood orgy! Yay!” I shit you not.
Coke is a tool. Syringes are a tool. Needles are a tool. I, personally, like being a non-addicted person, and I'm quite pleased with myself for taking time ahead of time to master my own addictive responses.
This has not won me any friends, since everyone I have been allowed to associate with for the last dozen years has either been hopelessly hooked through the bag, or, is a Cheech Junior working with a Master Chong to maximize profit, while acting to solidify their SP.E.C.T.R.E., S.P.E.R.G., MK-ULTRA, and 🔵 🌹 systems to ensure that full spectrum dominance over the population is maintained.
Were it not for certain bad actors (see above, re: CoV-⭕īVī🅰️>KCr°Ⓜ️) using all this überh∞r tech to unlawfully imprison me, rob me blind, brainwash literally every friend I've ever had into either being a smacked-up sex slave or believing that I'm into that kind of thing, all while deluding themselves that all sounds great, and what makes it best, is free and unrestrained indulgence in morally repugnant and utterly vile sadism... well it's all sounding a bit like a fun and easy way to shepherd Mankind into the stars, until the part where the entire system of subjugation turns out to be the sinister scheme of The Adversary.
The glorification of suffering and the gleeful inflicting of it upon vulnerable & naive victims is well past the point at which draw a no-† line, and I think that cocaine, in particular, enables those tendencies to really take hold of the “illicit” underground drug culture. Because, how many people are gonna say, “why do you pay so much money for a while, powdery substance that doesn't last as long and is not only far more addictive, but also carries with it a non-trivial risk of instantaneous physical death?” picture me a young man asking this question innocently in front of who were well aware of who I was, and not aware that I didn't know who they were, at all; and really was legitimateLμ curious about the big deal, and didn't understand why it was such a big secret.
I have since learned all those answers and more, and as soon as I figure out where I'm going to go and how I'm going to get there, I'll start working on a way to tell what I know, much more effectively. Ideally without the LIKELY risk of catching a 3rd fatwa.
I've already had two; unlike that soapshill montebank, Salman Rushdie, I simply responded to them, as a legit member of the clerical services social status class can really easily do.
It's all about the PERMS. WITH GOD,
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. I feel strongly, that most people would enjoy getting high and fucking... but they don't know how to do it at all, let alone, safely and lawfully.
And as soon as I found this out, I became stranded 12 miles outside of Longview, no vehicle, no running water, no phone calls answered, and no phone calls received except for a strobe-light lit conga line of thuggy-pimps and h∞rish-more—•¡$h >KlanŒDough ©o. Men and their literally clockwork orgasm phat:Ë: hateful, pretty full of hate Organizational schemes.
Which by this point, seem to consist entirely of selling out the country to hostile foreign agitators who want to take all the money and leave all the problems and to these people. The only problem is somebody might have sex that's not supposed to and not give them money and somebody else might... I don't know what the f*** they do.
As soon as I found out that I was intelligent and not an addict and unlikely to ever be outsmarted by any of them, whether 1:1 or one hung angry man versus the world, they flexed pretty hard and got themselves all kinds of caught up in their own stupid blueprint of extortion and graft. It is regrettable.
I am neither gold nor snitch, but they only know one game. The Great Game. And my vulture culture that has imprinted on me has no way of knowing that it would be exceptionally easy for them to resolve their concerns.
But as it happens, none of them do cocaine with me, and there's no reason — nor available supply of the requisite neurotransmitters needed to have a conversation with me, even if the whole sodding lot of them still have the synaptic capacity to overcome decades of BDSM conditioning — for me, all that shit is a complete non-starter.
For them, the heavy duty players seem to have moved en masse to murder, JUST MURDER>K7U©ZI. I wouldn't imagine anything else giving them as much of a dopa hit as that would, since I've, allegedly, caused Global Jewish Hegemony a great deal of expected income. O∞psμ, scusi, mille regretie. I truly meant no harm: I actually enjoy having a free society with a viable and practical underground gray/grey market culture. I think that kind of thing is cool.
Even after killing my parents, stealing my house, hiring a convertible honeypot to “keep me in line,” et cetera, probably would have worked in that case is if they had actually give me what I wanted which was drugs and sex without becoming addicted or being poisoned or being treated like a numbskull idiot. This was apparently far too much for the local chapter of The Apple Dumpling Gang to tolerate.
Because reasons. I find it hard to blame anyone, as this was all orchestrated to incapacitate the U.S. domestic intelligence surveillance network, which has legally been done by now, I suppose. I don't know what has been transpired because I've been unlawfully imprisoned and kept effectively incommunicado.
Recent advances in ÅĪ have made it possible for the modern equivalent of Dr. No to cyberstalk, sexually harass and assail while stealing the target of everything they have, and I couldn't understand for years, why anyone would be so ill-informed as to select me as a sex pred strike team target.
That would be much longer in the telling, but I can tell you for damn sure: they must have been high as beach balls on coke on Europa while they were planning their little scheme on me. From what I've seen it seemed to have been something that we're really looking forward to doing, they were going to take me down and they were going to get a lot of notoriety for doing so as guess I'm kind of still a big deal.
And I am an exceedingly hard target. I think it'll be a while before I'm welcome at any cocaine sex parties though. I'll tell you what I do. Like, I heard that they're made of tobacco plant that grows cocaine in the root system and tobacco leaves on above the ground. So it's one plant that makes two drugs and that would certainly be a better thing to be growing legally than having to import cocaine from South America, I'm just not really into exploiting plants or animals or women.
I've begun to develop a taste for exploding rapists, however. Well I haven't done so yet, I have a dream, that one day I'll find some dude who needs to be get killed and then somebody will kill him in front of me and then they'll get captured and then they'll leave the course behind and then I'll rifle through his pockets and I'll find a bag of Coke. ®™ That's literally as close as I could get to finding any.
Since they're going so far as to break into my home to plant cocaine and not offer to me, I think it would dramatically upset the balance of power in the region if I suddenly started asking around for Coke. lol.
Hey do you have any? Asking for a friend.
