But the thing is, when it comes to the digit arithmetic here, it's not something I can deliberately or accurately do – it just happens, it's always just happened. It's happened so often though and so regularly now that I just make a mental note and look for the next one. I see the math, it makes me happy, so I keep posting to see moar math. Personal numerical research on the QResearch I guess you could say. Other Anons hitting digits makes my heart sing, even if it is a shill somewhat though they do tend to steal digits rather than earning them, so I try to encourage it in others when I see them do it.
One moar time: You are not the gatekeeper of others' paths to God.
Famine is visiting elsewhere. He popped in briefly to blow up the food processing plants. Death is busy too. How does it feel to watch it all slip through your fingers?
What do you call your script? The Seething Saturnite? The Despairing Dumbfuck? The Doubting Dumbass? You are stuck within your patterns too, dipshit.
That's not how I've ever seen it working, start with columns of two and look at them by groups of two. Only ever flown on a plane twice and that was when I was a kid going to nationals to win the fucking gold. My religion? I believe in God but my path to Him was kind of… unconventional and took damn near 50 years.
He must trying to find the secret to orgasms on demand. You just know it's to collect data from her cumming.
Anons are running circles around your Swiss cheese logic while making fun of your compounding failure. If you can comprehend something, retard, then any other Anon here can as well. You're not special.
Your deflecting. This, right now, is between you and I and you're scared as fuck for what's coming. I know it. I can smell it coming off you.
Kiss my ass. Not often I make mistakes like that so enjoy it while you can.
>your fantastic imagination fails you.
Your arrogant behavior betrays your milquetoast words.
>speak, nigger.
and enter?
>shill, sheep.
You want to eat them whenever you want. I want to protect them.
>you are the enemy of the dumb bastards
Which dumb bastards?
>that trusted q.
And the plan. Still do, both.
>they see (you).
Stuff has been left outside my house relating to what I've said on the board here within hours of me saying it. They know who I am and where I am, and I don't care if they do. No one has the balls to lift the veil, to reveal the kayfabe, so I have absolutely no worries.
Did you want to be called a baby-back bitchflap too? Or would you prefer to be referred to as a bitchflop? Genuinely curious to what you'd like to be referred to as, Slack-Jawed Retard. Bitchflap sounds moar merry, wouldn't you say?
Let the number 36 steep in people's minds for a wee bit via word of mouth. It won't be long until the full 177 arrives.
And you're on His shitlist. Remember to lube your butthole.
And to the whitehats: I get caught in the moment and forget to think of this as watching a movie, so please forgive any transgressions I have made. If there are any penalties under the law I have to face then I will do so gladly and willingly. It's kind of easy to get lost in those moments when having to handle the floundering shitheads the cabal sent here. I know I've said this before but something inside me felt the need to reiterate.
Supergay, ya l'il harelip. I got the cape. But not Barrack Obama gay, just board gay.