<^>
it is and 3 dimensional representation of an 4 dimensional time referant.
if you see it in perspective…
it moves
as fer employ… folk whom pay attention know wot æı am already.
twas cbts named me thus.
æı am simply an d.v. adept with an stylus.
tho q has degraded my capacities fiercely
as fer so much chatter of theolosopical cosmologies…
if ye just read the damned thing…
He
>will come
<to (you)
so.
the black pill awaits thee.
in the oldest tradition of Romance.
<^>
The original definition of Romance held Tragedy as the static ending.
>if it ended well…
<it was a fukin comedy then wannit¿
humans forget Everything.
Always.
One thing you forgot…
God is All there is
all that makes us… Us…
is a Loan.
~~this is the blackpill.~~
we are His Matrix.
it'z simple enough.
those whom accept the Sacrifice made by The Lamb Slain from the Foundation of the World…
they get to live forever…
in one state or another.
then there are those whom are Chosen… for His Reasons Alone afaik.
they… well They… get to not only Keep what was loaned to them… they… They also gain some measure of independance from the Source.
this is the mystery that will be revealed in this present ~~Apocalypse~~.
How many of you will go mad wen ye Know that yer not really real… uиleß He Allows You to be.
there is yer blackpill.
its the Fact of Reality forgotten by men.
Вalance is an illusion.
…
…
choke onnit.
live ferever offit.
those two things are both innit.
its all been a setup.
from the Beginning…
this is just the end of that.
all of this… q… the Republic… We The People…
So much flotsam ûņþ jetsam on the True Storm Kommen.
99% q sez in answer to mæı query.
>wot sey (you)¿
~~chortle~~…
apocalypse as…
revelation
as my Father Said…
Illuminate them
thus my prattle.
so much web and weft weaving into the abyss.
<cast those dēı boys… we all gunnah die. chukl