20230607-2216. On or about 21:26 PM, I’ve been told: “Be gone troll”. I then replied that I’m every bit a human who wanted to know the truth. That’s all.
I was really saddened that the 123 spooky spook agent would dare use two pair of eyeballs looking left as a signal that it’s all a SEE-EYE-AAA operations to scare humanity.
Then my backup units started shit-posting a bunch of UFO related images of crop circles, which are really a no-no and formed by fallen angels. I replied with my usual comments and gave some thumbs-up.
I then shit-posted on my Telegram feed which is my favorite social media handle for this primary web blog site. I warned THEM that I will rebuke y’all for messing with humanity.
I do NOT like their methods of social experimentations to cause emotional damage and demoralizing subjects, who are newbies for most of the general population.
I really do NOT understand why this little flying insect for the past few days hasn’t left me along. I think it’s a flea, a very small one, a little one.
Anyways, that’s what I’m doing for entertainment value – arguing with my favorite podcaster and his spooky spook agents, who are probably also handsome, I bet. Instead of THEM wasting their time and resources to trespass against my thoughts with their telepaths-in-training, THEY should be dating unto moi and getting hitched, too!
But, no. All THEY are ever going to get it shit-posting and that’s why I’m sad – because it is allowed and nobody – NOT even me – can stop these fear pornographers and rapists of young minds. See?
I really should stop joining these shady groups but I guess I was allowed/appointed for the time-being. I probably need to take a shower but I’m too lazy. That’s how filthy and dirty this business of shit-posting can be: taking up too much time and neglecting one’s health and hygiene, like an overweight, puss-filled gamer, who’s addicted to porn. So sad.
End of blogging. 20230607-2227.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!