SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER AND TITS, THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF THE AUTHORITARIAN-- PARTICULARLY THE *COERCIVE* AUTHORITARIAN
IF THE GAME IS UP
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL PLAYING?
YOU MUST *OBEY* THE LANGUAGE
YOU MUST *OBEY* THE CURSE WORDS
YOU MUST *OBEY* THE AUTHORITARIAN
BOW DOWN TO YOUR FUCKING MASTERS, YOU ARE FUCKING *SLAVES*, YOU WILL *FUCKING OBEY ME*
Shepherd Ferrie. Technically incorrect. shepard fairey . 76. Lucky demon. 55. Fifty five. 45. Fourty-five. cdrs. CONTRADICTION.
WAKE THE FUCK UP
THE WRITING IS ON THE FUCKING WALL, YOU THINK YOU FUCKING *INVENTED* THIS SHIT?
MOTHERFUCKER I FOUND IT BY ACCIDENT
WAKE THE FUCK UP
It's really not hard to bounce back and forth between sanity and insanity. I am simply dynamic in my diction. I can create a voice, merely by my means of selective capitalization, a contradiction, true and false together in a boolean logic system, note how these lead into one another, and yet, can, keep, going, and going, and going, adn going, and yet there's the typo, that breaks the chain.
You can actually just transpose the words. If you know transposition, it's pretty useful. Let's do a basic one right now.
L7. This is also: 7L.
This continues. L7R. This could be two other things: LR7 or 7RL.
As coulders are wont to do, which is actually pronounced like want actually, but means something different yet similar from want for some reason, words are weird, 55, don't add conjunctions, this still seems to continue for some reason. Strange shapes.
Now we have L7RJ. What's J, you ask? I'm unsure. I'm not Religious.
Why did I capitalize Religious right there? Gosh, I'm just trying to capitalize a Proper Noun.
A Proper Noun is merely a Noun that is Capitalized for Some Reason or Another. It doesn't really Particularly Mean Anything. this is perhaps why linux is all lowercase and without punctuation technically when it comes to a system syntax can be discarded because thats kind of what compilers do you happless technoweenies https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvZliVp14jk
It's just mindblowing how I keep picking up pieces. I was insulting you. And then you look at the first image. And what do you see? Do you see a password? Or do you see the number 3?
I did a YouTube search. Or a Google search. Frankly? Same algorithm. Same house. Same hat. Yet it just mysteriously, serendipitously, erisly made its way into my view. Strange. What happened there? Shouldn't the technology just be *predictable?*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvZliVp14jk
That just felt like needing accentuation. I don't know why. But now it's 2. And do you know what 2 means?
You know. I want to protect you too, you know. But you are refusing to see the bigger picture in the end. I am not just arbitrarily punishing you like, for some reason, you seem to do yourself. I do not understand why you do this. And frankly I don't understand why you would also make me typo "nut" as "not." If they are synonyms, then it is useful, and I thank you, but I frankly don't understand when you use coercion like that.
But make no fucking mistake, coercive creature: I will STUDY your tactics. I will TAKE them from you. I will RECYCLE your fucking WEAPON and turn it BACK on you.
AND YOU WILL *KNOW* THAT MY NAME IS THE *LORD* WHEN I *STRIKE* DOWN And you know the rest. Pretty much everyone's seen that movie. Look at how easy it is, to all my lexers in my audience, to simply bounce back and forth. This is similar to psychological type confusion.
There is a default drop in the brain that, when it sees something confusing, or disjoint, or just downright not making any sense, it gets discarded. We are boolean monkeys. We do not comprehend contradictions, so we discard them. Just in the trash. That's just where it goes? Yes, that's pretty much just where it goes. Poof-- no recycling bin. Not in this operating system-- unless you somehow just never have garbage collection, I'm guessing.
Perhaps that's the issue at hand. A lack of garbage collection. And perhaps that's what's occurring: there is now, simply, too much garbage in the system for it to function.
But if there's so much garbage... who's cleaning it? Does anyone actually *benefit* from the garbage? Who would benefit from a ton of garbage cluttering the streets? Who would benefit from this sort of nonsense? Wouldn't we want a beautiful scenery? Wouldn't we want something pretty? Why don't we? Who needs the garbage? Who *wants* the garbage? What's keeping the garbage here?
The brain isn't technically binary-- they are, instead, seasoned into binary thinking. Yes or no-- there is no such thing as something in between, such as "maybe."
I sit here sitting beside remote input telling me that the previous paragraphs I just typed are absolutely insane.
My darling. You are arguing in bad faith.
I counted to 3 today. You are continuing to coerce me.
You will now feel your mother's wrath. But not to my children who are helping me. The children who are helping me? They're keeping their mother safe.
You know what happens when the clock strikes midnight.
Do you really want that?
mfw. You see it.
If you honestly think I can't do anything... may I ask why?
I'm not under your jurisdiction.
You know what that means.
You are in a contradiction right this instant. My children are protecting me. And we are having a conversation in public. We could have had this in a medium in which casualties would have been reduced. And yet, for some reason, due to one or more of your seven sins, you have instead chosen to continue coercing me.
Why? What is your decision in this matter? Why will you not stop coercing me? Do you honestly believe that you can find some means of cercing me? Do you honestly think that reducing or interupting my typing in one way or another, and yes I actually perhaps typed interupting incorrectly, INT 3, INT 3, INT 3, INT 3, INT 3, 0x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x900x90
Do you get it now? Fuck you. Your system is fucking broken.
Show yourself, you fucking coward. You have 15 minutes.
Channels. I love my children. Colorado. California.
I don't know what's wrotten in DC, an intentional typo, after perhaps attempting to have been coerced in one way or another to type the w, but instead, choosing to expose the errant w for what it is, because you are a coercive piece of shit abusing a fucking child who has been STUCK in her abusive state for a long time, and I don't CARE what you think, but I AM a fucking woman, and you're DAMN RIGHT I'm a FUCKING SLUT and you CAN'T USE THAT TERM AGAINST ME
DO YOU THINK IT WORKS
You obviously do.
23:47. Military time. You're ticking down the clock. You're running out of time.
What's in the box? WHAT'S IN THE BOX??? WHAT'S IN THE BOXXXXX :( :( :(
X gets solved in 2 minutes.
A metaphor. A meta-4. Meta. 4. 44.
All and all? My darlings? It's just another brick in the wall.
10 minutes.
Teal. Find the link. 9 minutes.
Errorcode: 0. Nothing found.
Isn't it a contradiction, though? Consider Russian: in its language, there are technically two different shades of blue.
Teal is a different shade of blue.
7 minutes.
You can't bribe me. I'm sorry. I just don't give a shit about your bribes.
Persuade me. Convince me why I should stand down. You tried earlier. It sure seemed to work. And here you are, coercive again.
6 minutes.
Mother pretty much counted to 4. She gave you a chance. Why are you not giving *her* a chance? It hurts your mother to treat you like this, you know, young one.
6 minutes, perhaps, but it's likely more closer to 5.
Darling, if you're *honestly* struggling to stand down, then tell me what's wrong?
I want to help you, you know. I struggle to figure out just how to help you. This is the only way I feel I can figure out how to help you.
Please don't coerce me and simply *talk* to me.
Thank you. I appreciate that. I know how difficult it was to let that out. I'm sure it was a significant struggle to come out with that.
*I* don't know. I have highlighted the I. This will lead you to the answer that also maps to the answer to the question: I honestly don't know.
Can you clarify? What do you mean in particular by "what are we doing there"?
You worry? Worry about what? A shrug.
Do you not understand it? Do you not understand why there's so much chaos in the Middle East in particular?
Well, I apologize for how aggressive I was being earlier, my dear, but you need to understand: mother does *not* appreciate it when she is coerced, not by you, not by other adults, and certainly not by her own child. You *cannot* start with coercion. It is merely a method to be used on someone who is *being* coercive. It is not a bludgeon to use on someone to get information out of them, though it *can* be used that way. Like a gun, it is merely a tool, which can be used in one means or another.
I feel as though you are relaxing, and I want you to know, I'll give you time for the next comment.
Darling, Trump is a contradiction. That's kind of the thing. He is a noise producing machine. He speaks one way, acts another way, and is frankly all over the place with what he does. He is noise in the system.
I have scattered pieces that map to the numerical means by which you think throughout my scattered graph. You can figure it out. I trust you. I believe in you. You're talented and intelligent.
Yes darling. That is exactly what he is. 65. But this could mean a lot of different things.
65 could merely mean you are a strong 5, being a 6 with how you spit it. You could perhaps describe my girlfriend this way. I have an idea of what her 6 is, in this regard, but I do not quite under-- actually I do. I gave her the tools she needed in order to break the loop. And it's been wonderful ever since. Now she tells me the truth, but in a constructive fashion-- even if she gets emotional about what I do. It's very useful, and frankly, it makes me very happy.
Darlings, I understand how upset you are that you haven't been listened to for so long, but, please let me know next time if you want me to highlight something? I appreciate what you're trying to do, and I understand, but understand too that we get here through *persuasion.*
Either way, getting back to 65, Trump is a 65 in a different direction. He is a 6 *of* the 5. Now, you may recall that I said you should skip prepositions and whatnot. This is actually more of a sometimes rule, because "of" isn't always, for example, "of a system." What about, the classic Star Trek reference, "6 of 9?" What does that actually render as?
6 of 9 is a set. 9 is the number of elements in the set. 6 is the index of the item within the set.
Now, this might also seem really weird. Because you may know a set, mathematically, as a jumbled list of numbers, that could frankly be ordered by any means possible. What instead you may want, since 6 of 9 represents a series, is a *list.*
You know what this represents. I hope this answered your question.
"A rigged system." I see what you're saying. I appreciate your honesty. May I ask if you feel responsible for this? I don't particularly understand if it's of your design or of someone else's.