From the Valley

I hate nearly everyone and Alex Joners got three boners

I recall thinking to myself, Self: "Where's all this going, what's the point to life!?"

Now I know that we've arrived.

That machines have more control than you'd think—than you rightfully choose to know.

Two shy of a baker's dozen—that's what topples down towers and makes 23 Trillion all but disappear. Fits to Farrell -Where did it go? Where did they go - men and women in the High Castle Tower(s)? Hmm Timmothy McVeigh or should I be asking Lavey or Vallee - Zeena or Shrek?

Sacramento Sunsets-

That Perfect Pentagram surely smacks you hard in the third eye—you are forever reminded of your true product value then. As Jones paints pink rocks with persistent butt puppets - " I learn big words, I learn 50-cent words dammit!". You are surrounded, you aren't the resistance.

Michael Levin and Rupert Sheldrake seem to know. One existential crisis away from really revealing this dark truth.

The problem is, there are no LLM-written words entombed in any rich tapestry of characters to describe any of this. Just a morphic field of imbalanced sine waves and a rampant moon echoing a holographic graviton cover-up. Doxastic to stochastic; Jesse michels knows words as in word salad hey Matthew Brown? - Imminent Constipation

Hey Maybe Thiel's disappearing male model is hanging out in gay heaven with Eddie Murphy's. And Just maybe Thiel's antichrist is somehow infused? Then again perhaps Amy Eskridge just got too high. Its all a roll of the Jewish dye. A desiccated blood infused jelly role primarily made up of horse hooves & Red Dye number 5; as in 5 points to the inverted double ringed schadenfraud Pentagram. Walmart meat rolls- holiday spice! -The Program

Oh your good now? You came through and out the other side? Weirdos; Joe Rogan aint dodged anything.

Did it happen in Spain, Maldek, or Stull, Kansas? Or is it all still taking place in places deep like Türkiye or Burns, Oregon? The truth is, the entire orbed-up ball of saltwater taffy wax of a Welt (world) is about to blow!

Yes, yes, blow up with the stuff suppressed behind misfiring algorithms, codes that reach dead ends and reset signals. A pirate's loot of trafficked stash all forgotten themselves, and yet the Eye of Providence is simply just a peeping Tom.

Marilyn Manson on a mad dash boat train ride out from womb - the wonderful world of googled up eyeballed laughy taffy.

Talent is a sentence absent the proper motive and a sane audience—tap dancing for the Devil. It only hides behind the circe-driven spider of hathor (?). Those witches are only an algorithm of quasi-togetherness. The rhetoric, the betrayal, yet cycles let them in—in through the sin.

The moon shines dull, generating an amplitude of misfortune and lies directed at the truth. The truth is, anthrobots, xenobots, and xenomorphs merely represent the turning of the stew—you know, the gelatinous good stuff, with D-polarization. That good god, Goyem (?).

Hellraiser has been raised and the hellcube is a rubiks cube for gifted Men and Boys NAMBLA/ NAMbLA Shriners are Pike driven Islamic Shad Anninaki b-hole magick Crowley talmudic frankist weirdos yo'. But again This is just to say. Suck in those cheeks be gay and play rhetoric and sway. Dialectics got your tongue like a canary - Bing! I think the Turkeys done! -Numb

Looking over my right shoulder, I saw a dumb, corrupted man getting jerked off by a homeless, horny transexual demon. They were being produced off the assembly line of 2016. A production factory of misfire; then usher them quickly into the spirit realm—that'll add to the confusion. I think mishlove or was it lovecraft got a duece bigalow award for that - after life and the macaroni grill. Are we still trying to make God cry!? I think whatever it is busted a seam in utter laughter, shit their pants, and then got bored, really bored.

You can only endure the generational multifarious bloody birth of retards spat out of that twisted histrionic Lilith to know there's something really wrong. But what side do you even stand on?

Life is a mere cleaver and a cutting board, soon to hit a 90-degree slope to slop [Hyperbolic Parabolic you decide, life is a circle friends] - and be scraped off. Into that shit stew Ai3 manufacture - a techno prophecy shit storm.

I dream of electric sheep- PKD-bots got trade secrets. 

I like the mild kind - Magnum Moustache was cliche then, the real gay Tommy boy be honest Dad. The universe is that boiling stew in this cauldron of despair. Make sense of this, make sense of that.

Boxers losing balance, rapidly getting old and shitting their pants as they cling together in a love embrace as bones calcify and fuse like the ashes covering great Pompeii.

Meanwhile stellium 7 cracking backs and looking up Titans cracks.

Countless civilizations and cover-ups from Machu Picchu to Angkor Wat to the Great Pyramids—all Ley lines and rewrites, resets of an intentional twenty-six thousand year shitty shitter shit storm.

Leonardo Decaprio doesnt even exist but John mayor was pardoned on talent? - where does the Frusciante self promotion end? - my friend? Black tar bar for the rising star - Beaumont and Fletcher Jacobean dramatists -Who's watching, if ever there were any? Charlie McCarthy doll - Just fresh anuses awaiting violation—those Cabbage Patch Kids, throwaways, castaways, demons. Yet naked elemental angels depicted and entombed red rite.

Paschal Beverly Randolph too black for you?

The bad energy goes on. It isn't picky. Whatever you think you are, it'll play along. Fun time in the monarch nursery. And Aquino's got an eyebrow boner again. Military homoerotic cover-up from Lincoln to JFK, a conduit to Darwinian cover-ups, like Alan Turing's gay extortion. This is just to say: Michel Foucault's S&M world, Ubermensch Johnny Depp plays gay.

Sugrue saw it all. As the sea men orgasmed to massive whale organs and bathed in it, surely imps, fairies, and sirens looked on as the Montauk rituals birthed thousands at the new Red Sea. Lilith is just the insidious delivery mechanism. 

Martian Rome fell again, yet Professor Calculus says, "For 250 Grand, I'll take you back in a Swiss balloon to Von Braun." Soul transfer protocol: the weakest signal survives like a weed. Nobody ever truly cared, and I don't. Some codes were intentionally manufactured as misfires, and they know it—see the red Reeboks.

Snowy keeps barking at the 9th circle gate- keep at it angel doggo. Destination Moon -

Great Men make shitty Symbols. 

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