veteranstoday is bad sauce.
one whom q has driven mad.
missle
you will not accept it.
a lot of words… to change nothing.
any anon that quotes veteranstoday may as well source sorcha fall.
breb
the truth
lack of education falls upon none but oneself.
books have yet to be outlawed.
<451°f notwithstanding.
reading books is not hard.
the way has been shown.
hawk your platitudes to a different market.
you fight for illumination.
one's perspective from shadow suits fine.
as for time, look about you… and repeat that with a straight face.
what awareness do you seek.
why bother with prognostication, regardless of accuracy or lack thereof?
as for what may be… don comes back, sooner than later.
within five years MbS will be the man, by acclaim.
q, indeed. Wonderland wizards and warlocks.
especially if qdata/plan proves out.
then the real fun begins.
cern is the wild card.
they think they know the tolerances they are fucking with.
their calculations are off.
they will pay with their lives.
what will become of technology atp is most likely deleterious to human life.
normal folk are fucked, as they have been lo these many millenia.
even if it gets good, it will simply be another feint for consumption by the flock.
the bad folk run the world.
they will not be stopped by the striving of men, for the game is rigged.
always was.
or not.
could be wrong.
details are a bitch backwards and accelerating.
you will do as you do.
what you can do you will.
what you can not do you will not.
it is a simple concept.
each individual knows their doom.
whether to live or to cease.
those whom donot know default to the latter until resolution.
life is not hard.
unless He does not Know you.
then, you are already dead, and what you do or do not do is of no consequence.
reality is retroactive past (a term used loosely) a certain point.
all points being the same point… that data should be readily retrievable.
as long as there is a discreet you on the other end.
if ye can dig it.
where is your heart?
your words reveal it full of rote recitation.
in true spiritual battle, you are meat for the beast.
not that you will heed.
headlong to such fate as will take you.
this is why you do not…
too busy being right.
can you read to yourself?
is it not more enriching than reading aloud?
foolish is as does.
He Said all He Did for a reason.
how many souls have you damned by condoning outward displays that drive those with a touch o' red in their souls away for experience with hypocrites [not you] that sounded (in font) like [you]?
not that you will heed.
your mind is a tool.
learn to use it instead of staring slackjawed into the abyssal data that is/was/will be akasha's letters.
you, like all your ilk, have no idea wtf you are praying to.
it is not shit slinging.
it is literal and littoral truth.
humans are shallow.
throw them to the abyss… see if they float.
one is a …final line.
past this pointe, thær вe drægœns.
нен
then one should have clarified in one's original post.
an grosse oversimplification.
also a good way to get dead.
He Brooks little familiarity… until one is familiar anyway.
not [my] area.
riddle [me] this…
if the sheep stampede straight into anons loving arms for comfort during the putative stürm…
what would said stampede be distracting anon from?
hmmm?
you saved without opening.
heh
much has been lost throughout this endeavor.
one no longer has it.
it will be easier to survive after many idiots die.
you will have no time for education when das stürmflokken is battering the door down for vittles.
<juseyin
man does not live by bread alone…
but by the data packet [keeps droppin em jim] and megawatt hour.
and of even less to those with only an pseudo intellect.
nicotinoid susceptibility.
one whom q has driven mad.
n/a
<reee
a distraction from the now.
still yet… it is a distraction.
behold… an illuminated one.