Apparently, I've breached into territory that seems to have stirred up the hive. You just can't, or maybe you can, comprehend the magnitude of how things are feeling lately; it's truly overwhelming at times. I find myself zoning out, just to be able to cope with the brash harshness that is the mental chatter that goes on throughout the days. So many forms of input and the data isn't always making sense. In fact, like always, it doesn't necessarily need to either. Now I am more curious as to why Jesus spoke in parables; was it required, just to get the point across without triggering something else… something that everyone notices, but not many are willing to speak up about it. Even if it's in the forefront of our consciousness, banging at the back of our foreheads silently screaming, "SAY SOMETHING, FAGGOT!"
Are we all still able to feel the strength of the forces against us? Or are they? I've realized that maybe the feelings of negativity I sometimes experience, is actually euphoria disguised as dysphoria. If this was happening to (You) anon, how did it get handled? Are you still fighting 'yourself,' while actually fighting a team of people whom are gaslighting (You and those you love), into thinking that the problems you're rolling through are of your own creation? I think it's time we asked ourselves, are we truly appreciated for the effort we've put towards our movement? Yes. Now, we must start treating ourselves with that same appreciation, despite any opposition that arises from any of us doing so. There are always going to be shills that lurk among the safest of spaces, so beware their bullying and lack of courtesy, simultaneously keeping their distance; probably due to the same reasons, but worse, because they're not with us… yet. kek
If you were fighting in a life and death situation, do you think they'd actually put the most important data and researchers/o7s in positions where they could actually fuck things up, or end up in harms way, severely? Maybe. This is where it gets real for me, anons. General Flynn reminds us to not broadcast our playbooks; yet that's almost impossible when you're thoughts themselves are being syndicated and localized in multiple dimensions, seemingly. kek Seriously, I can't even fap without some spook glowfag bullhorning up my twat, talking shit about SHEILD, my family, my frens, it's really sad and has gotten on my nerves to the point where they are fraying, slowly regenerating.
I'm watching what I say, everything done feels recorded in a very loud capturing method. ''It always feels like someone is watch—'' occupying a quantum entangled voodoo doll QEVD or QeyVid, cloned and cabled, anti-corpsed homonculus; for not just the purpose of selling the experience of being whacked off and sexually destroyed in a public manner in order to bring about any forms of self-abandonment, conjuring a 'never-quit' moment, coupled with enhanced introspective & ego destructive inner turmoil pangs… but to also terrorize in a hurtful but loving kind of whey.
I can feel it right now, like a powdered shrapnel wind, that pierces through the fabric of my being, with relative ease. Leaving behind the dull and unavoidable drone of a detrimental draining frequency. Like the ghost of all the women I know I'll never fuck in my life, become a ghost from hell, and literally siphon out the cerebral spinal fluid right out from out of my SKIN! This is while they complain that I'm incompetent, and I should be doing so much better with my life, instead of writing lengthy opines of drivel, that only I read as a means of humoring myself; that I'm here with all of you anons, too. kek I am. REEEEEE!
Be good to your (fr)enemies, as they may become allies one day, despite how fucked up they are, so are we in our own uniquely exotic right. Where we go one, we go all! This meant all of us, even when you were that anon like me, intimidated to even say anything, let alone lurk in the background. After all these years, sometimes even collecting notables and an unexpected, but 'burnt', special bake once in a while, I found myself through interacting with all of you. Ironic how knowing no one, assists in healing that part of me; you too anon?
Punishers are constantly scanning, for the slightest discrepancy in the norm, and I am eternally grateful for their efforts. How they also make me feel the safest form of apprehension and fear, never truly revealing their prerogative, still 'til this graveyardshift, eludes me in the most intricate of collaborated actions. If you are really reading all of this, thank you; Q.
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