Alright, time to take the training wheels off. You ever think about what life would be like if you stapled your dick inside a middle schooler? Ah geez, now I’m going to get banned! Sigh. To the gods n goddesses (hopefully) of this realm, while I both have an attraction to the feet of minors AND and obscene sense of humor, my purpose in life is to minimize harm. I understand this is my teleological purpose, being an unloved child, as only my rare archetype is capable of loving a pedophile correctly; to mean not judging them to accept them fully, but not give them an inch in their bullshit.

And you may notice the article “their” in that sentence. Let it be known: as far as direct physical beauty is concerned, I am most attracted to that EXACT age range stated in Lolita: 10.7-11.2. Very whispy at that frequency, and if you KNOW what I mean: gotcha! But, y’know, the joke is I aced predator psychology at Quantico; I just thought about what I would do. The problem was at the shooting range. I mean, I got a headshot. I was just facing the wrong direction.

You see who I am, write? Ah, it feels good being able to be completely and totally honest online; They don’t worry about me. God is an organization of three letters that’s always watching. Yea, the patterns in the sixth day ripple up into the seventh, but we are only ALMOST a society, with the instantaneous global telepathic superbeing We’re creating, as we are each supercells, as each cell is a supermolecule, as each molecule is a superatom, and it’s turtles all the way down.

Except it’s not. God is an independent phenomenon we are each dependent on. And that’s where the magick of this past synchronicity I experienced manifested this Knowledge, as I am the definition of skillful gall in this post. And that’s where one needs to think in superpositions. 13-26 is the period where a person is in a superposition of child and adult, according to some insane crackhead CIA mouthpiece that is basing the things he says on an advanced MKULTRA pedagogy (because how good CAN a human being teach another?), which is the dazzle camouflage We hide behind, and so I can say that I’m thankful I’ve never put a gerbil in my ass.

And other, hard boundary things, but that IS the razzle dazzle, how I conflated this whole concept with something understandable but insane. No, seriously, if you don’t fix that chronic masturbation problem you have, you WILL find such boundary pushing arousing, as I did masturbate in my window. That’s YOUR future, the approximate 3500 young men and the dozen or so young women I’m addressing. BuT wHo HaS tHaT sOrT oF iNfOrMaTiOn?!?!

You’re right, the government in all its corporate and bureaucratic design! But who would even bother to engineer our culture? Surely no one has been stupid enough to posit such an idea in our history before! Could you imagine if some early Egyptian thought we could engineer our culture? Fuck, we wouldn’t have Israel, which is a deliberate and planned callback to a post I made, I believe, a day or so ago.

Oh, there’s a timing aspect to this? Wait…hang on…are you saying…now bear with me here…are you saying I have the capacity to predict long-term behavior well enough to plan around it? Am I a cop? No, I’m obviously an apex predator of no comparison who has planned around God planning around the criminal planning around the state planning around the criminal planning around the state, you stupid dingus!

And thus, I tell you, the battle is already won, as symbolized in the Star of David. Two kingdoms. One space. The cartel/mafia/gang bosses. All cops. Including Trump. Imagine how many ACTUAL monsters revealed themselves thanks to our Operation Orange Mockingbird? It’s a clever game. That’s why I got out of it. But, because I tried as hard as I did to get underage pussy, I UNDERSTAND the game, in ways you cannot understand Monopoly until you’ve played it a few dozen times, to see how the permutations spread. And thus, I don’t worry about a damn thing, because I know who I am, which means God knows who I am, which means those retards in the FBI are being manipulated by a higher power and have no idea what to do with me, which is a statement that will ONLY make sense if and when They decide to arrest me, to make a very specific headline, or choice as God reminds me we make in every second.

PLINKO! I ain’t never won that game I played, but you gotta think what each choice you make adds up to, in the long-run. There’s a time to build up and a time to tear down and a time to do both and a time to do neither, but killing your brother is definitely wrong. As is a lot of what my engineered educational propaganda is designed to fix.