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Quote from: Lilith on June 25, 2020, 10:03:36 PM
Still better content than Heatha, Spooky Tim and Snoory IMO.

I like Nathan's somewhat more neutral interview style, but he won't ask the hard questions. The Icke interview was good. MITD did NOT get on Roger Stone as advertised. No explanation?

Yes, he seems to be better than Heather Wade, so there's 'that' on a positive note.

Quote from: timebandit on June 25, 2020, 08:24:52 PM
Come on now!
Let's pickup the pace!
1 and a half hours til..
#HeatherTime

Is this Heater's FIRST non-repeating guest, since her return w/Tony 2.0?

Quote from: Walks_At_Night on June 25, 2020, 09:33:17 PM
Try something new.   Here is a very special episode of the Douglas Dietrich Show.  14 Hours non-stop.   Top that Spooky Tim!

What's Dietrich's best show, iyo? Why do you find him so fascinating to have listened to sooo many of his shows?

Nathan has on too many dumb ass conspiracy nut cases, and I'm not going to waste my time with these!

Nathan says MITD is now, essentially, a Flat Earth Network, and he is Flat Earth Friendly.

FE is a Mental Illness magnet and MK Ultra type of mind skull fucking brain hacking for Subversive Pricks and Domestic Anarchists and Foreign Agents! Vultures feeding on the weak minded.

Sorry you lost your cat, man. Doshi was too young to die...

Re: Casio Chomo BLACKED Gang Bang Dead God Dying Devil Feast Rumplestiltskin 1

Quote from: AZZERAE on June 25, 2020, 01:14:03 AM
I wouldn't hold my breath (if I were you), kid.  We watched the Sun, as it crawled across the sky...and it felt like...like, it was a friend. But: God is dead. And God remains dead. And we have killed him. What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives...and no Shayāṭīnis prepared to wipe his blood off us. I've spent evenings with gods of other Faith's, mind you. But none of them quite ever expressed that there was any coming back from you being a CHOMO. That's right, a CHOMO. And no amount of prayer creation, retribution or "absolving" of past actions will wipe that blood off of your record. When you die, you are going to a pit. A black pit, a hot pit, a pit where beasts will gnaw at you, and screech in murderous glee at your pain. And here's the thing, nigger. Bitch. Cunt. Pussy. Chomo. Incel. You will NEVER die.  [...]

Considering you admitted to beating-up a wheelchair bound person for flying a drone near your Apt. building window that later died from your beating YOU might consider your violent nature, and what's in your due. You ran from your crime by fleeing that country. Also, you threatening violence, including killing certain BG members, while Metron eggs you on with you both doxxing several BG members here too are REASONS. Company Policy. (CC JS/JR)

How are your Demon(s) lately? Perhaps your alleged shrink needs to adjust your meds. Certainly s-he should examine your posts/audio online to get a better appraisal of your distressing condition.

Asking for your friendZ. Concerned.

Thanks Lilith, excellent find. Worth watching.

From the previous interview with Decon this seems to confirm he's suffering from some type of neurological disease. He is an admitted example of wasting a considerable vast fortune to live a life of just screwing around, when he might have done much better with his luck to help some noble cause and still screw around too.

As soon as Metron is back with its sappy love poems, its bondage demand in camo, there you ALL go again! YOU are Legion! Autistic Metron is A FACT you're in denial of as its slave. You sold your soul.

Deep down inside you know my troll efforts have been in your best interests, whereas you became a criminal with Metron. The truth can set you free, but you are in deep bondage that its it has encircled you from within and without. Lies within lies to torment your targets it uses in you. Your Hate Farmer has sowed its seeds inside you. Metron is theOne. Your number one. Look at the fruits of your labor today in your post just above.

I think these Avatars you post, which you allege are pics of you yourself, indicate you do some type of modeling work. I mean, that's a lot of fucking time and effort to spend just to dress "transvestite" considering whomever this person is is sooo well made-up that seems professional. I hope you're not lying to us all by posting pics that are not you, because you have alleged many times that you don't care anymore what anyone posts about you, including pics. You're now an open book. Right? Yes? I have the audio clips.

What are you modeling for?

Good job on your audio mixing abilities, you've improved in recent times, but I highly suggest you cutback on any rap shit considering the current climate of BLM racist shit. I don't think you're a BLM racist supporter, are you?

Just keep the audio mixes low enough to not become annoying to your vocal foreground. What software program do you use?

Don't think for a second that we don't know Metron is still your hate-doxxer self-appointed talent-agent-bouncer to control you within his autistic hate framework of being a paranormal subversive prick to anyone he has latched onto. He's just a talent hack hacker of your brain to use you as his outlet for his paranormal obsessions to screen grab as A Control Object. Example: Heater and you! Dumb ass! If you don't know he's an autistic hate prick criminal, then he IS one of your Demons you've externalized to control you from the outside too. You're a fool to believe otherwise! :

You fucked yourself to have a Metron hater-doxxer Demon work on your behalf.  He is the real deal you have sold your precious soul to that he will continue to control your outcomes as your hate content farmer. Metron is a debauchery of the pathetic hate criminal.

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Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:01:55 PM
ARE THERE GIRLS THERE?? ROLL THE DICE TO SEE IF I GET A BELLRINGER.


Let us not mince any words here--this is a nightmare. I'm just now barely starting to get emails from NBC News that finally dare to mention the word "QAnon." What is it going to do to those mewling, bleating, whinging mouthbreathers when they gotta say, "Quincunx." Look, it's a real word. You think I named them? I can't even stop myself from using rhetorical questions. I don't think the full significance of these recent events has really settled in to your awareness yet.

You've already missed your opportunity to influence things in any productive fashion. Now, things have spiraled into a whirlwind of insipid, asinine madness and absurd humbug. This pleases the Discordian.

It displeases the human being within. What in the actual fuck is wrong with you people? Oh, right, NDAs, NCAs, guns to the heads of your children, your 401(k), your anti-viral medication to suppress your raging and barely suppressed case of herpes, I am sure the list of reasons to follow along with your herd's mentality is the general immunity to all consequences except that of non-compliance with established norms.

A friend mentioned the other day, "your writing is very good when you use the voice recognition, it comes out stunted and weird and not as clear as it could be if you took more time and effort." To which I replied--and I'd say half of you can see this coming right down the pike--"The last thing I want is for these absolute Mongoloid retards to bear witness to, is how skilled I actually can write if I feel inspired to put sweat and soul and any modicum of heart into it." She seemed surprised--because, you know, woman, of course imagines that everyone thrives on as much attention as possible, oh yeah, we all love it, just fucking shoot me--and then seemed satisfied to be told that, yes, I look like an idiot, yes, that's quite alright, and, oh, yeah, lots of people throughout history have been gutted like a gilled animal for being only slightly too persuasive at the just about right moment to the absolutely worst possible spouse of an employer. Or, you know, use your imagination.

I also started off with, "If you are displeased with my work product, perhaps you could inquire as to the steps involved in a refund payment," which I am pretty sure comes across much better from me out loud, than it does typed out.

Look, I'm gonna make this quite clear: I don't spend 24/7 in an activated state, and if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here building this framework of data for the algos to parse through. I doubt 2 in 7 of you here actually read -all- these manuscript blocks. Do you know why? Because no small portion of it is full-on bullshit.

Also I'm calling my seemingly spontaneously granted skill upgrade to layer meanings together in a post for others to unpack as they will "bullshit" now. Look, just scroll on past, let it go out to the cloud, to Utah, to the Libary of Congress, what do you any of you give two shits for? Either you think there's some reality and you're jealous you're not in the hotseat (oh, you are, trust me THIS IS PRETTY TOTALLY BADASS), or you just know in your heart I'm just spazzing out and it's the usual yadda yadda from the typical players that Art Bell used to talk to day in, day out, for fucking years, and what did you think they were talking about? Yeah, pro flag: it wasn't.

Nor, is this falderal entirely my idea. Oh, I had a plan alright. It went off the rails several times before recently, and Bell's birthday seems no more amazing a plot twist than any of the others, many of which you obsequious faggots aren't even privy to. Do I even care? Nope. He's not even dead, they're just beaming shit in with their little microwave emitters and soundwave bouncers and whatever it is, this is nothing new, spooks have been doing this literally since before I am alive.

What's new this time is--and this is quite new--is that now I'm authorized to add in the layers that I haven't bothered to verbalize and have been carrying around on sub-awareness for three decades. How many of you absolute scholars have sat on data for over twenty years? I mean data--I don't mean stories about how you can still smell the aroma of the handsoap that you used the first time.

Now, speaking of data. Any of you remember the night I called up Hoagland, and he's all, "What would you like to talk about?" and I said, "Well, Richard--I'd like to talk to you about what you'd like to talk about!" And then he goes and instantly hangs up on me. I mean, in the midst of me preparing to add, "because I love you Richard, I think you're great regardless of your inane cover story. You've got great energy, you make me smile, and you keep slinging the same Goddamned hash for decade after decade, and I respect that, because reasons, that's why."

Yeah, I was going to say something like that, and then, a thick sheaf of Salmon Dix to the face. I mean... uh, okay? I wondered. Of course, now I know--that sly half-leprechaun half-wigger all-carny-barker has developed telepathy as well, and knew that answering my question would lead to further questions that would make me happy and him... well, I have no idea. I guess Robin did die? She seemed nice. She says hello, but not for long, she flitted out of my brainstem real fast. Now she's kinda dancing out of range. Which is fine. Most spirits are obnoxious fuckhead narcissists who think crying and whining to me is going to get them anywhere further than the extent of my mental abuse.

It was awhile ago. I'm not really good at this remote viewing crap--not company policy, I just don't give two shits about keeping up the discipline required to hone the skill--and so I can barely get a sense, but I suspect now that he had recently discovered that he was not going to be able to save 15% on his car insurance by switching to GEICO, because then there'd be no doubt, duh, Hoagie is a payroll-making thug. Or maybe they just pay him with hair-styling products.

So how I got to Hoagland from where I started in the Heather thread--which is awkward, I know several "Heathers" at this point, all of them progressively more boorish than the last--has a great deal to do with the fact that as I get more and more irritated with you denizens of BellGab, the less wonderful I find it that such a great many of you have known a great many things that someone told you someone like me simply couldn't be told. Oh, Heavens no. Don't tell him. Who knows what he'll do? We can't allow that!

See above, re: "absolute Mongoloids," I've been in the loop since 1997, I've been here so long I am sure that there are some who think I've been here all along, and for the great majority of that time, I have been patient, I have been quiet, I have been silent, I have been observing carefully what people do and when they do it and what happens after.

If it were up to me I would have just broke it all down (outlines: your fun tool to write like a pro) and left it out and moved on. Well, it's not fucking up to me anymore, now is it?

This is the future you chose. Why didn't you stop it? You only had to listen. Only the sight of your loved ones staring at the news with their jaws hanging agape will bring you to the awareness that someone fucked up, big time, and now THE DRAGON IS ARISEN.

No, I'm not calling my penis "THE DRAGON." It's some dude, and you think I'm pissed? This guy is openly drenching bystanders up to fifteen feet away with a long, steady stream of golden fury. And that's just one guy that I happen to know. How pissed is the world going to be when they learn... oh, right, never mind. The world? Learning? hahahahah.

Ahem. In any event, this is way more fun for me when I am actually on the reception end of some information, but in point of fact, there's nothing new to report from me, as I'm going back over other items that I left for me to do later. I'm gathering it's some kind of beacon-cum-iterative method to hold subtle information bits in a place where they can be utilized later on. Look, I don't care, you see?

Twenty-three years of living with the reality of a world that so many of you can't imagine, and the rest of you get paid fat sacks of fiat in order to keep your mouths shut, as well as to burn the time of anyone seeking to explore the actual world, well--look, it changes a person. Where one might imagine that I might feel shame at being mocked, okay, for one thing--public school, your shame is as burning foxglove to me, and my shame is that I'm more interested in foxgloves than I am in "First Contact"--it's not anything like that at all.

It is thus: "Oh, look, a skeptic. Okay, they're kinda new, kinda feeling around, kinda bantering. This person will never believe anything no matter how detailed, because before knowledge is experienced, it is knowledge of a limited imagination, and if they're immediately swinging into Forum Sliding Playbook All-Stars 301 in the first sentence, and then post after post brings all this organic consensus from seemingly different posters, hey, guess what? It's all one fucking robot, it's a singular consciousness whose one job is to shut everyone up and down, and it can even use dumbass people with terrible study habits as part of its cannon fodder to delay, stall, and strangle anything true that doesn't make some Satanist a buck and a wank."

Note that this is still lightyears better than Snoory, but still--it gets really old. And I was old before I got here. So now what, is what's happening, is that rather than my simply watching and waiting, things are being given a push along, and apparently five is more potent than one? Something. I don't know. I don't actually bother to listen when The Quincunx begins to gather.

There's nothing else to hear if there's a drop. Nothing important, anyway. It is pretty exciting, don't get me wrong. Hey, look Ma! I'm an important player! Of course I could have been much earlier, but someone decided that dicking me over and jerking me around on my Goddamned bricked phone and my motherfucking email address and my for-Christ's-fucking-sake endless parade of headset microphones that simply do not work at all well once I say anything interesting... well, look. I'm just sayin': some of you ought to probably not be as excited as one might otherwise imagine to hear about a new player entering the field.

OMG I JUST SMOKED SOME KILLER WEED, THE CONNECTION IS RISING... uh, yeah, no. Dumbasses. If this were drugs, this would have gone down years ago. Years. No, what's happening is that someone is a fucking asshole d-bag and is probably getting that sinking feeling in the 3rd chakra, moving right down past the 1st. Perhaps multiple someones.

Fuck if I know. Oh, hey, Uncle Duke? Yeah, you remember me. Remember when we had that conversation one time, and as soon as I said, "yes, I have eaten plenty of lysergic acid diethylamide," and then you like instantly vanished? It was like I had said "I just fapped to your sister while I was on the phone with her," and then offered to sell you a transcript or something. Anyway, I remember pretty well. Uncle, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's the shitbag losers that my mother's sister chose to suck off of, but that's not because of any kind of sexual tension--no, it's because they're all also a bunch of shitbag bigots. But hey, maybe you're not really prejudiced, perhaps they're just paying you enough that you don't mind insulting people based on their ability to master technology. Or, well... whatever mang, I could give less than a single full shit at this point.

As is evidenced by my ratched-up use of profanity. Now, let's see, what did I become annoyed by... oh, right. Open, gaping, pointless contempt. You know, if I were just here for the chicks and the street cred, I would have lost my taste for this act a long, long time ago. Some of you mutt thugs are brutal and all of you are loathsome individuals, and none of you play fair, and so someone like me can lay you out flat with some real effort.

Oh no. If I weren't driven to deliver, I'd have long ago left you feckless, drooling yokels back in the boonies. And would we not all yearn for more of that.


Oh, look: it's code. I would imagine you think you're being clever here. Or at least, insulting. I see it differently.

I recognize that you have simply set the stage for coffee, brandy, & cigars--for you. And for me, I'm good with whatever. Wait, what is this, a test? Let's see your educator's licence, along with a few 8x10 glossies of your brother. Oh, right, that's right, rules for me, but none for thee. Look, folks, I'm not going to lie, The Quincunx is not to be trifled with.

They are apparently quite beyond impatient even with me already. Now that it has been thoroughly demonstrated that you dorks really are making things harder for someone who is literally just here to help, I guess there are further levels of impatience beyond that, descriptions of which go beyond the scope of this document. Also, I won't write that crap, I've done enough for the cause. Similarly, I won't bother listening to gasbags who are tapped into an older, more arrogant form of control.

It's so loathsome. Someone asks them a question, they go "uhhhh," and then suddenly I can watch the information flow into them and then flow out of them, like they're being used as a Ronco Pasta Machine. You know the one? I think Salla and Webre went in on one together, right? And then they argued about who paid more for their share, and who wasn't wiping out the crumbly bits very well, and because they were both plainly incompetent next to my own integrity, breadth of vocabularly, and breathtaking joi d'vivre, great, I have their gig, but they still get paid while frontin' the world's worst website design.

I hope it is a lot of lettuce because the faux pas that have resulted due to this territorial piss slinging has really slowed things down for me on a personal level. Further, you were already offered an exceptionally fair offer of TWELVE TRILLION DOLLARS IN JACKSTAR BUCKS and these monies have failed to arrive--as expected, but without even the courtesy of a haggle, well... I can't help but feel as though I am not being taken seriously by some.

They too will writhe about in agony once it is fully acknowledged that there was no reason at all to deliberately piss me off. None whatsoever. What was thought would happen? My hurt feelings would reduce any impetus? I basically haven't had any feelings at all for any of you ever since I noticed how the personal interactions with other users have been influenced and how some people are less affected by others.

I suppose it didn't occur to anyone that it would fully activate me to watch poor morons being mocked and teased for no other reason than to gain joy from it? I'll do you one better, since it looks like such a good idea when you're doing it, how about if I do it too, in order to gain joy, and also to do everything possible to make your mothers ashamed that they ever squirted you out from her clearly lacking in discriminatory prowess, hot gaping gash.

Eww, that was pretty spicy. Let's see, do I need to use profanity, enhancement substances, and a relentlessly scathing hatred expressed to all who have ever dared oppose my chosen mission? No, not at all, it simply makes it easier for someone else to do whatever they're doing while some of you are fixated on what you've imprinted on.

Tell you what. I got this friend of mine, he's got a sister, she was mega hot when I saw her last, years ago. Tell you what, you track profanity, and I will track down all your siblings and explain things direct. No, don't bother asking how, or what, or anything. No, really, it's okay.

Because now that I've simply visualized how this might be arranged in anyway--you'll note I kept typed details minor--various Oompa Loompa forces are carrying energetic imprints of what I would prefer to happen next time, into an area of spacetime where preferences really matter, and scores can really change.

I'll probably be much calmer then. Maybe? It rather depends on how long it takes you people to dredge up onan from whatever street corner he's furiously masturbating in public on. While dozens of people's sisters casually walk on by. None of this is real, of course. All of this is bullshit.

Nevertheless. Energy is energy. And where once mine was enthusiastic, now mine is... nuanced. STILL THINK THIS WAS A BETTER IDEA THAN JUST BEING FUCKING HELPFUL? I MEAN, WHAT COULD HAVE GONE WRONG, I MIGHT HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BY THE JOY OF CREATIVE EFFORT, AND THEN I MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN ELEVATED TO COMPLETELY LUDICROUS MEASUREMENTS OF "COSMIC ONENESS"?

I don't know which of you decided to not be cooperative, but someone is going to rue the day they decided to deliberately shut down my energetic flow. Someone has done it wrong. TBQH, my money really is on Uncle Duke. What kind of an abject loser is afraid of LSD-25? I'm guessing some lizard in a skinsuit or a heavy mindcontrol eunuch or someone desperately working to keep something repressed for way, way too long.

Maybe his sister OD'd on hallucinogens--which of course is totally possible, massive rolleyes omg "I wanna do something mentally stimulating so I won't read the instructions first" because "I asked my friends and they told me"--and instead of, like, dying, she went out and had a great and happy life and thinks her brother is a boorish square who gets his kicks from mocking nerds for not being more into hobbies that cost upwards of tens of millions of dollars to participate in. Or maybe she swallowed her own tongue? Well, that might be a handy skill. No, no, I'm gonna go with the judgement is there because if people know, other people would have to stop being elitist gatekeeping snobs and run for the fuckin' hills and never look back, because if you think my writing this sounds like I'm angry (I'm not particularly, but I am sad at how immensely stupid many of you are), just you wait until actual news stops dropping and actual morons start waking up all over the place, and then start walking to the buildings where the real corridors of power are located.

We'd go within the hour if I were in charge. But it would seem that these things have to be coordinated. Really, what's the rush at this point? Y'all ought to take the opporuntity to say goodbye to your loved ones before I do. To yours, that is--mine have already all been murdered. Somehow I will assuage my loneliness, one stranger's sister at a time. But aren't we all really strangers when we meet?

Yeah, I would expect that it won't be going this way. It's not even my preference. Jesus, have you spent much time with people's sisters lately? Constantly whining and complaining about some shit they were fighting about like thirty years ago, as if that explains why someone may or may not be deciding to be a bratty ass-blasted full-on nincompoop. And that's just what they probably expect you to carry to the other as a message. Who knows, these degenerate beings understand nothing but struggle and battle and conflict, and then you go "I never had any siblings except I think one who died and my parents lied about it," and it's obvious they're imagining, never sharing food, or clothes, or vehicles or freinds, et cetera, and then, once more: "I have never known a bond of familial kinship besides my parents," it just turns into this blank, gaping stare. "Oh. I cannot imagine what that's like. I have always had bags of my blood walking around town with me."

Now, that's quite a long-winded story. I told that, to compare with this one: imagine having always been aware that there's something stopping families from being together, and that anyone who isn't alone is probably going to be willing to lie, cheat and steal from you in order to supply resources to their sibling.

I'll cease this layered description here, as I'm starting to get creeped out myself. Note that these energy of feeling... it won't matter how many of you read this, or even if any do. I have created an engram of complex feelings and it will be available in the future, and it will carry a hint of the vile, seething hatred I feel for, well, actually no one. I love people, lol. Oh, those feelings I was just describing? You know what, I might have gotten them from somewhere else.

Or I just made them up, you know, haha lala, here I am clearly compensating for something, probably a micropenis and a long repressed desire for incest. Uh, okay, well, sure. I would prefer to have an interior struggle about whether or not to admit that my hypothetical sister is attractive rather than to stalk the surface of this world and notice that basically all of you are absolute raging douchebag assholes.

Well, present company excluded, of course. Now! *claps hands* How did I do? I was looking for a real sense of overwrought, tedious, and fundamentally tepid extravaganza, the kind of dreary, dawning horror when one wakes up and realizes that the party was not just a complete and total waste of time, because reasons, but also one feels like one might be pregnant, and given a lack of memory and the consequences for an error, one has to spend their time negotiating with that experience. And, one is male. Now, how can a male feel like they have become pregnant, one might ask?

Oh, so many delightful reasons. Wouldn't they be fun to contemplate? Let's not. Let's just learn how to cast engrams of various emotional states upon the wind, to be picked up and gathered for use at an unspecified future date.

Full disclosure on that learning, I'm a little ahead of the pack on this. For example, I'm so sick of this topic and anyone's seeming lack thereof, it is my sincere hope that all this profane bile will alter someone's choice in plans, sometime after now. And it probably will, as given past experience, Q shows up and spreads information as is decided to, and I do not have one single blessed thing to do with it.

Except I did decide to spell The Quincunx with just a single letter this time, mostly just to be a little cheeky. Also because I am tired of even typing the letters that form that title. Let's all just go to sleep. See? Clearly I am simply out of drugs, and this binge is closing with a dreary whimpering bang. Also, "dreary whimpering bang" is a phrase I'm going to try to work into every conversation from now on. If I can get my mind off the subject, several connections separate, of what that phrase means.

Hey, btw, who was the asshat who was all, "Can you elaborate on what you mean by..." and I said "Yes." and then that person failed to follow up? Like, what are they, retarded? Obvious coded response is obvious. Further, obvious expectation that I'm desperately seeking attention and recognition is surely obvious to me, because after twenty-plus years I am really rather bored of feeling pressed for details by cosy nunts.

Thusly, I have arranged things so that I can no longer reliably remember any legitimately interesting details, and thinking of the subject at all, and I'm wondering if Uncle Duke has a sister that is my mother? Yeah, I don't want that sister. I want the other sister. Or do I? Well, let's find out how she is with salt first. Hey, does LSD come in a salt crystal form? I should ask someone. I should ask lots and lots of someones. And after enough of this, when whatever a Quincunx may or may not be (not pronounced as one might guess), or even... The Quincunx? Like what the hell? I guess it makes sense, but it doesn't seem like anything else to me.

Note that I've tried this before. If there is a presence, it'll be unmistakable. You know how, like, when your sister walks into the room... oh, right, you have no idea what that feels like, because you have been completely alone for your whole life and only know what it feels like when teachers, doctors, waitresses, thugs, and whores walk into a room. So, it's like that, only far more chatty and certainly more interesting.

Maybe someone will express some interest at another time? Yeah, well, fuck your planet, I've moved on to finding five sisters. How hard can this be? I could just go onto more than one website and ask. People will think it's weird, but nowhere near as weird as some word that sounds made up. (I didn't make it up.)

Now, here is my request. Print out this obnoxious post, proofread it a little--I am not, this whole episode is making me sick--and make two copies, and send one to Michael Salla, and send the other to Alfred Lambremont Webre, and then see what happens next. You know--like in The Thing, with the wire and the blood and the burning, searing fire.

Oh, no, wait, I have a much better idea. Same as before, but make Michelle from Japan deliver it. Ugh! I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Not because of the transperson (were they? sounded like an algo), but because the thought of Japan nearly always brings to mind the thought of the Fukushima. I'll be honest, I know what is keeping me alive is all the fucking profanity all the Goddamned time keeping the toxic isotopes from settling into my system, but what's you're damned excuse, eh? Why aren't we all dead, do you think?

We are. It's just happening more slowly than one might think is strictly conceivable. So, well, let someone tell your sister that you love her while you still have time. Wait, wait, that didn't come out right.

Yet. Hey, where's Ed Dames? I love this guy! Someone ask thim to remote view The Quincunx. I wanna know if he can name all the sisters I've been thinking of now to layer up on that. Except for Kelly, of course, as she's undoubtedly got a security clearance and a real short leash by now.

It is my hope that this story follows Salla around for the entire rest of his life. Like the damned plague. "Hey, Mike! How many sisters do you think you got right the last time you tried?" Look, just make this happen. The guy is sooooo boring. And? Knows nothing about actual politics beyond our puny world, and if he did, wouldn't tell anyone about it without a permission slip from his paymaster, his handler, and his overbearing mother.

Ewww. Gross. The mother. This remote viewing shit is for the birds. Ewwww. Jojo likes birds more than people? wtf is this data coming from? Oh, right. Counterattack. You know, BellGabber, if this all sounds like total bullshit to you, count yourself lucky. I'm not even telling you half of the real shit, and God willing, I never will have to.

CAN I GET A VOLUNTEER FROM THE AUDIENCE PLEASE? No, not Hoagland. Hoagland has had his chances to be close to me. Now he only gets chances to find me sisters that I can force my girlfriend to be close to. (Yeah, I'll be honest--this is way too much code for me to think about as it comes in. And, what do I care? I just want everyone in the entire world to be raging embarrassed, except for five of them. Six if I decide to allow myself to feel it.

I'm not sure there was a question in there that I answered, but I suspect that remote influencing has been involved. Flooding all those oubliettes is gonna cause a lot of kerfuffle. There's a ska song in there someplace. Just ask around. Or, don't, I really don't give two shits at this point. Can y'all believe, I was here on this very site for years, and instead of kicking down all this and more, I was watching Bell limpwrist his way into irrelevancy and finished up with an actual exhortation to violate Federal law and invade a fucking military installation? Really? Oh, there's a good idea. What could go wrong, right?

Imaginary Art Bell in my mind has gotten real quiet, Kids. Real fucking quiet. Oh, that's right, isn't it? I am a star, am I not? Look buddy, get yourself a ghostly sippy cup and a nice pull on your vape and recognize that there has been one hell of a power vacuum going on for quite some time. And it looks like that was related to... oh, hi Nathan! Yeah, he and I are, well... intimates. You didn't hear it from me. My GF doesn't like him. That started when I started mentioning how cool he was, and how I loved Doshi, and how I respected him for taking the issues to the real places, and it was neat that he was supporting DLive even though it sucks major ass, because SOMEONE has to, and... well, what can I say? GF doesn't listen to LiftTheVeil, and I don't, just because DLive, once again, blows.

Also, I thought GF might be on to something. But now, y'all know what? Fuck that restraint shit. Is Nathan an only child? Because we might just be on to something here. And we could have been when Art was around, too.

Imaginary Art Bell in my mind is being cagey. There's more I have yet to discern. Too bad I am fully spent, because as one might imagine, I have been manically self-plea... okay, no, I can't go that far. I haven't really. I'm not even all that high. Although I suppose to some of you GI Squares I must be straight out of Bat Country. Thanks for your service, bigots. Semper high, now go do what your Satanist handler tells you is important.

And one last thing. I dunno if I'd pick five minutes with Salla over another listen to "Surfing On A Rocket," but I do know that if it were gun-to-the-head, if I could just skip both in exchange for making an effort to simply go gay.



I don't know who requested this one, but aside from being grotesquely, inexcusably profane, I do feel much more relaxed. How about y'all? Well, maybe you can pull the plug on your websites again and you'll feel a little better about the profound lack of control you monkeys have allowed your lives to become marked by. How do you stand it? Oh, right, lettuce, brandy, cigars, and some white-coated dude that will grant permission when you stroke his balls right. But, no hallucinogens! Because baaaaaaaad.

This is what your life's work has become, Uncle Duke. Go become a stewardess now or something. They'll give you trans- injections, right? Oh, but not the lysergic D. I said it earlier, and I'll say it once more... just what the fuck is wrong with you people, that life has become something that can contain ravings like these? Ask yourself, I'm begging you, and remember to ask your sister(s) too. You know.


Just a suggestion. Unless she's from Jersey. Basic garbage scows, one and all. This one time, I hope she remembers, I complimented her with a word she didn't understand, and she clearly thought I meant she was, you know... black. It would have been an improvement, honestly. But not as much as LSD over domestic lager would be. Hey, is this still a family show? Ghost Art Bell is, of course, mortified. I imagine.

Oh also I heard there were some solar flares the other day. Never mind. It's not like stars are portals themselves or anything. Nope, just great big fusion bombs hurtling through space. And, uh... turbulence. Honestly, I can't believe I have to share anything with some of you. I'm just going to get on Tinder and start redpilling every single... oh bother. That's exactly what I did here.

Company policy.

...whatever MJ you're imbibing and abiding on.

This IS an Artisan Blend of mind skull fucking breakthroughs to the other side of midnight or NLP whatever.

Where is your audio productions?

Aldous, any comments or suggestions?

Quote from: K_Dubb on June 23, 2020, 05:51:50 PM
Thank you pate I will give it a shot!  Interesting approach.  I think overuse of leavening agent is what makes that distinctive taste in snickerdoodles, though there it is cream of tartar.

You invincible hunk you! You will never die from Corona-Chan, but I hope for your sake it doesn't harm your taste buds on soooo many multi-dimensional levels. Muffin Hottie! Or, is it butter cookies better than shortbread?

How is your boy Shreddie doing? Keep the banter alive! Never die!

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on June 23, 2020, 04:34:56 PM
9/11 was an inside job. Those planes flew right inside the towers.

But hey, I’d love to stay and chat about it but I seem to have lost my ID. I’m hoping to find it intact amongst the 9/11 rubble. It’s not only possible it’s highly probable. Off to China I go!

Swiss Cheese on soooo many multi-dimensional levels.

Jackstar might provide or abide after the binge.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 08:04:05 AM
Anyway, ghost of Art Bell tells me "you're gonna go quantum, Kid," you know what I am not going to do? I am not going to fucking argue with the ghost of Art Bell. Uhm--duh. I'm just going to STFU and enjoy the ride.

FFS, you were on such a rollover...

The new you was perfected on many levels. You found the magic pot at the end of your rainbows.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on June 23, 2020, 04:13:19 PM

Damn it. Is that all there is?

Jackstar?

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on June 23, 2020, 03:28:18 PM
9/11 was an inside job.

Sandy Hook was a staged op.

The Earth is flat.

I guess the BUCK OFF worked? Geezsh, wasn't I just kidding. Must be waiting for the proper vibrational reemergence of The Q. Obviously a Trekkie.

Snap Crackle Pop

Or, Jackstar might really be a Time Lord?

He does recommend a lot of Screen Time. Maybe just binge watching for now...

A cat howling at the moon. Well, not really, but the Star Avatar is cute.

Quote from: paladin1991 on June 23, 2020, 10:11:42 AM
  slow trigger?

LOL. Peace.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AM
Jesus, lighten up Francis. Are you just trying to drive anyone with any sense into suicide, or just away from your wimmins? I actually don't get how you think any of this is relevant anymore now that the awe-inspiring spectacle of the bioweapons fail has shown great, massive swathes of the population that recognizing that there are, in fact, gangs of organized assholes--like yourself--running around all over the place, and have been for quite some time.

You're writing a quantum she-it ton about me answering concisely M.D.'s questions implying my conclusions beforehand without me ever stating anything about my conclusions which might apply to any of your topics of alleged expertise. Of course, you're the self-appointed expert on 911 from what I hear rumored here. Not surprising you're going to step-in to school me from your multi-leveled, quite entertaining, higher dimensions or vibration emergence points of your Truther Facts. IF so, BUCK OFF.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMYou're not here to be convinced, that's clear. You're here to manage, steer, and divert organic dialogue into whatever it is that you think is an appropriate form. Who gives this much of an ass grab about something that they stipulate as to be a waste of time? And yet here you are--wallowing.

Yes, I guess so, by responding to you telling me what I think and know.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMI mean, because, you know: COVID. 2nd wave! Aieeee! TERROR! Right? Yeah, both 9/11s, Building 7, Kennedy, OK City, Ruby Ridge, and--holy shit do I need to type out anymore? Fuckin' dare me--are all unworthy of any time wasting, but... yeah, this whole plague thing. Naturally spawned, right? Bat soup was it? Oh, do go on.

Are you a misdirection subversive asshole or another talent-troll protector from these hate domains at higher dimension levels, well above autistic writing skills, superior to the Metron-hacker designed to discredit a real Truther? Ok. ANSWER: Just do what the Swedes are doing, dumb ass, and make it that simple! It IS that simple. Your hand waving list does not impress except to delay and dissipate any solution to your Matrix of Blue Pills!

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMI can't fap to this, but I'll tell ya--this shill shovelling this yarn right out in front of us, acting like last month's playbook is gonna stand before a Suprnovae Protocol for even a single day, I don't think I even need to fap. I mean, ever again. This exultant victory is all I am going to need to carry me through to the next life--even if it is another 246 years, or whatever.

Sadly, you are likely the dubious Third Layer of the PTB's playbook acting as an unwitting slave to their every whim. You are the most dangerous kind of them all, because you are their drone, unknowing, lapping-up all the hate you gather and dwell within to dissipate into nothingness. You're just the other way The Playbook controls the outcome, or you're a foreign agent or alien subversive. Except there are those of you that go one step further to hack unlawfully for set-ups to harm the innocent that don't fit within your dictatorships or directorships in your domains such as this, your higher dimensions, LOL, or "you" become just another version of the BLM. The head or tails of BLM's is all subversive violence fulfilling your Prepper holocausts ad infinitum. How do you act against the tails or the heads? You are their third rail. :

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMThis was not company policy. I just felt like showing some of you how these things can be done when protocol is tossed aside as a toothless relic of an obsolete age. Your idea, right? Just use any old portal to launch your thingymajiggy, huh? Your momentum is Our momentum--ride, already in progress.

You Quantum Freaks are always doing the look here, when it's completely irrelevant, and you dissipate the real Truthers from doing anything but your Alien Cosmic Agendas. You make the Ant Farm work along its borders. Even Trump played along on Father's Day. Probably jealous that Hillary jumped the shark on that one. Too bad she didn't go to jail. Trump said so, but surprise, surprise, for some reason he couldn't make it happen.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMNow I swear in the name of the living Christ, if I post this and the page refresh has more of your obscene, non-sensical drivel to respond to, it's gonna be next level up. I am not even exaggerating. I'll just fuckin' go quantum.

I can hear your Rebel Rousers engorging themselves on the Dark Web already. Shill, shill... Is your Quantum criminal hacking going to commence? I'm certain Metron and his retard AzzStab are more than willing. Fucking criminals.

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMArt says a bunch of unintelligible gibberish and then I get, "someone's really going to get this," which is clearly nothing to do with me. Look, can't one of you take this guy's signal? Oh, he's telling me that you've all signed NCA/NDA at one point or another, and I'm the only qualified Oathless around these parts lately. I feel like buying into this rehash of the premise to Night Court is not really in my best interests here.

Art already did the show, enough already, but there is always the new fodder to subversively abuse and dissipate. You're just the next gen of their chattel. Losers! 

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 23, 2020, 07:51:20 AMAnd so, promotional efforts conclude. Click. You had your chance to be close to me, and this was it. Oh, and--encrypted side channel. You old Lodge farts and your little dances and pagentry. Serious rolleyes.

You are truly most entertaining, but the Truthers hurts.

Quote from: Liberace! on June 22, 2020, 09:08:55 PM

There is no rocket ship to launch anymore, but bottle rocket or roman candle explosions are worthy duds to launching KoN.

Can anyone find some bottle rocket and roman candle gifs. Bottle rockets flying every Witch way, or exploding handheld roman candles.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on June 23, 2020, 05:10:47 AM
Art also believed the official 9/11 story. Just sayin.

Why are you glad that YT is banning anyone?! I assume you’re voting Biden then?

That's not at all what I ever said about 9/11. You better reread it again. What I posted in this thread already. Not wasting any time on it anymore here.

Biden? Better look more closely at my posts in the political threads too.

YT is a private company. You have to agree to their terms of service. This isn't a communist country that controls everything, including the airways, fucking get a .com and do your thing! For example, morons that pushed Sandy Hook was faked and other related issues are legitimately being isolated into their Free Speech Zones. Jones was/is a millionaire, though he may lose most of it due to Sandy Hook. I have zero sympathy for mentally ill liars. Jones testified himself under oath to be mentally ill, so don't argue with me about it.

No one here can provide the answers to what happened at 9/11 for the reasons I already posted. What more is there to say about it? You're certainly not going to tell me anything new I haven't heard before about unless you have some inside information from the actual event itself by somehow being a part of it. I know all about Loose Change and many other related conspiracy theories that know nothing about the actual TRUTH. Do you have a pet theory? It's a dime a dozen-hundred and a free download at this point.

A lot of ignorant, traumatized, and subversively abused people, become easy hate filled fodder as outcasts from "normal society" that latch-on to being the outsider plugged into The Matrix. News organizations no longer seek the truth but seek agendas and outcomes, and so we get BLM and other opportunist groups that gather the lost and outcast amongst us to radicalize us against each other. Identity politics becomes an outcome. But that is but one side of the coin. It takes two to party to make this all work, and the PTB control those private groups no matter whom is President. And, so it goes on and on and on...

Quote from: Jojo on June 23, 2020, 03:17:18 AM
George, I am very unhappy that you played "Somewhere".  I told you last time that the song is inappropriate.  Coming from a man like you, not only is it a mockery, but that talk about forgiveness is a projection of your own quasi-womanizing guilt.  How dare you play a song that suggests the woman needs to be forgiven.  After listening to you for years, I assure you, you are and always will be the one that need forgiven to the exclusion of all else.  About 50 times, you've drooled over immature, immoral woman and gone on about it on the show.  Whoever you played the song for does not need to be forgiven.  You do, and as such, it is not appropriate for you to unapologetically bring up the topic of forgiveness.

In the right context, like if a woman really did you wrong, then this would be a sweet song.  But you are the offender.

May I suggest meeting him in-person at his book signings to have his autograph too. Maybe get him to sign your forum-book of all your heartfelt posts you have dedicated to him. I hope and pray he has read you here many times. Is it possible?

He's on your bucket list for something.

Just remember this, I am The Gifted Troll of your wettest dreams! That proof is in this entire thread. It's a thankless job, and you have devalued me not realizing just how extremely valuable I've been to you already! Are you really this stupid and narcissistic? (Yes, I know how to pronounce it now, DA.)

I'm giving you a little more time limited benefit of the doubt before I shit-can you into the dustbin of burning dumpsters.

You obviously lack in reading comprehension skills when you mistook what I was asking for by reading back my post in the audio snippet I linked below for reference. What I was asking for are any pics of you from your Screen Name Avatar collection (or other pics you may not have posted yet) that you allege are your actual images, that ALSO are possibly depictions of your Demon that you have consciously or unconsciously dressed and made-up to look like that Demon whether you realized it or not at the time you dressed with make-up to be that Demon. Get it s-he?

Your Demon Transvestite, so to speak. Upload those Demon pics in high rez!

I see your hate-doxxer troll-talent-agent hacker leach aka Metron is back posting on your board less than 24 hours after he quit your forum. Bwhahahahaha! WTF? Kissed and made-up already? FU Metron, you autistic asshole!

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Nathan! The two guests are obviously sooooo mentally ill, and/or retarded, and/or autistic, but definitely morons! Art Bell would never allow such loons onto his show. FUCK OFF. Learn to interview! Letting this psycho Aussie manhandle your entire show is pathetic.

There was a very good reason Art Bell didn't allow such stupid ass conspiracy SUBVERSIVE IDIOTS onto his show. Retards! I'm soooo glad these assholes are banned off YT. (Which is Bull Shit.) Free Speech Rules! LOL.

Quote from: paladin1991 on June 22, 2020, 03:30:47 PM
Where did he doxx you?  Is there somethng other than Vicious Cuck that I should be calling you?

You obviously suffer from repetitious questions saying and asking both points again, twice now. Strike two. Fuck Off. I already answered BOTH your big brother's POV. Must be Alzheimer's or Dementia and/or just harassment. Or, M.D. might be right about you. Still closeted?

Speaking of Big Brother doesn't JackStar refer to you as FBI, now Trooper. Or, just another talent hack troll like Metron? Or, are you just this pussy liar's BFF, because you perceive I'm unjustly singling s-he out for the prick he is? Time will tell.

Do your job "FBI" without the constant 2-handed one-liner preejackassulation hand jobs!

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 22, 2020, 02:15:36 PM
Is that what Ryan Gosling looks like in your world? Ugh, still soy. Look, I've probably got it wrong--you tell me what film I need to sit through, and I'll tell you one you can play on repeat for eight or nine months.
I feel like this is a very fair offer, suitable for framing or ass-blasting out on Twitter. BTW, do you have a name that isn't so goth? I'm not typing in all caps, I'm not calling you "AZZ"--oh, how you would love that--and I'm not gonna be able to engage on this level for long. Some portals don't maintain cohesion well after exposure to methane.

So put a little mustard on it.


Let me know if you still feel that way after your juice box and your nap.

You're such a seductress from your veiled points of view, but the Remote Viewing failed on your part. It's a Step-UP from Heather's feather experiment, since you ruined my nap ability and now I want some frozen berries in soy milk.

Interesting how you're hacking our brains, but I'm still waiting for you to reveal the UFO and download.

Engaged without the 2 hour wait...

Quote from: Jackrabbit on June 22, 2020, 01:47:59 PM
"Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right and Jackstar is absolutely NOT invited to said Party.” ― George Orwell, attempting to edit from beyond the Veil


Just kidding, that's not Orwell; that was his sister. Or one of them, at any rate. Did George even have a sister in this timeline? Well, in any case: chatty broads, believe you me.

It's good to learn you can now post in paragraphs and walls of text Beyond The Veil of Cryptic Lodge Liners of few words and a marriage. This one was quite amusing. Was your brain recently hacked with the download from the UFO of what happened?

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I'm a fan of these photos, but you seriously need to upload ALL these to your Instagram in high rez. It's impossible for me to believe this is really you, but you insist it is. Ok, I'll play along, Demon.

Quote from: AZZERAE on June 22, 2020, 09:06:30 AM
BUDDAH KILLER

Oh please Azzerae, you need to own-up to being the extremely abusive person you are with Metron. You've doxxed several BG members and threatened their lives both on your forum board and in your podcasts multiple times. You made your circle of friendship. More like your circle of hate.

I was actually curious to read about your mental illness and to be sympathetic enough to ask you honest questions. Meanwhile, you allowed Metron and your alleged GF to post within your account as if they were being you too! WTF? Retard. Moron. You think you're funny! FU.

You think you're worthy of any friendship here? FU.

You used my genuine kindness to take an interest in trying to engage you in a friendly manner, but then your allegiance was always with Metron. Just a day or two ago you were pledging your love and friendship to Metron as a brother, repeatedly! What a dumb ass.

Now, we're to believe you have renounced your love and your friendship with Metron like magic? We can all be friends now? But you were a complete and total asshole prick with what YOU did, whether or not you want to make excuses now that Metron was the Demon guiding you all along committing your criminal threats and doxxing misadventures to blame it all on Metron now!? FU.

If Metron is an American citizen and he plotted with you to make these murder and acts of violence threats directed at many people here, as did happen, then he is a criminal accomplice. No doubt you have violated several laws in your country along these same lines. You wanted this "street cred" rapper!

You ARE a FOOL and an IDIOT IF you allow Metron back onto your forum to post again. Fuck him. You should read out all his email he sent you for what he has done to you, and what for he was doing here and everywhere else too! Doxx that little criminal prick with the same shit he had no right to do to Shreddie and the several other BG members YOU BOTH targeted. You own it asshole! You allowed him to launch these attacks from your forum you pay for and run. Take responsibility! Now! or FU.

Otherwise, you ARE just the same as Metron... the Lizard of Oz behind your Curtain of Hate and Alter of Threats.

No one is going to take you at your word here based on your history with Metron. Show us the proof, and I will consider being on friendly terms with you here. Otherwise, how can anyone trust or believe you ever again?

Quote from: Lilith on June 22, 2020, 02:50:32 AM
It was also odd to switch from metaphysical discussion into string theory discussion.  I'm notta fan of multi guest, multi topic shows.  I like to settle into one stream of thought per show.  I did not stay tuned in for the third hour for that reason.

Thanks for the rundown. Yeah, agreed, I don't like one hour guests and no phone calls. Art's format was the best, but he seems to be one-of-a-kind...

Hope you can maintain your health and well being throughout this strange China Zone.

Sean Stone has a YT channel with only recent videos, so maybe many were deleted considering he has nearly 3k subscribers. He has some far-out peace and love astral "stream of consciousness" coming from his poetic heartfelt voice with inner flowing and deep breathing to "speak my truth".

Puff the Peace Pipe and speak your truth.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkstoRUXZDs6O6SeFWYvjPA

Quote from: Lilith on June 21, 2020, 10:01:47 PM
20 seconds MARK!

Standing by to GO!

Did you listen or record it?

I missed it but would like to know your opinion. Comments, anyone?

Anyone know if these shows repeat?

With all the rioting, shooting, looting, killing, take-overs, no police zones and defunding, and statue lynchings...

The Deal is Sealed IF Biden picks a BLM VP. A Bitching BLM Woman of Color? Game Over!

Too Racist and Sexist!

Seriously Azzerae, you repeatedly tell this hate-doxer how much you love him and that he is your brother, heartfelt, and the week ahead will be a stressful one, and, so, in return Metron shits on you as not being marriage material. This hypocrite faggot quits your forum falsely alleging soft-doxxing too! Bwahah ha ha ha ha ha!

Honestly, sincerely, you are marriage material with your generation considering you belong to a unique in-group of people that is self-selecting and extremely independent. There are definitely millennial women that would want to be with someone like you, since you're demanding independence and do your own thing. An Open Marriage? You're an artist with talent.

Metron has used you as a hate-doxxer and talent leach that posts in screen grabs of Wikipedia and social media hate hacking. He has controlled you to do his bidding as a hate-doxxer. He has crossed the line of an abusive criminal, and you have to be BSC if you or Metron could allege he is marriage material. Look how he spends his time online. You're a dumb ass if you think he is marriage material. His faked wife would never remain married to such a person as Metron if she knew what he does online almost 24/7. Metron is an agent of hate. He is not worthy of marriage, nor is he married, except as a complete deception and fantasy of his mind. For his wife's sake she had better not be real, or Metron is behind bars or locked doors somewhere.

Grow-up you retard and stay on your meds. You're just a gifted mentally ill prey-thing and an offspring of his hate and abuse! Now, are you going to kiss and make-up again? Moron!!!

FU Metron!

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Quote from: DynamoHum on June 21, 2020, 03:18:28 PM
This, as we all know, is how it starts....

I listened to the audio meltdown and realized how planned and contrived Heater has been and improved at doing it... so ArtFull and Full of Sheit. She planned the guest and picked her feminine-sided male and female lover-callers to manipulate the show, as her M.O. always is, to be about her pain and suffering and the counseling consolation she receives from her selected guest and sycophants. Her tears are awash in self-pity and easily emerge with woe is me, me, me... but it is predatorily contrived, planned, and faked therapy for her fandom's benefit.

She did the same thing with her suicide show, where she claimed she attempted suicide recently twice, a suicide star, when she ghosted and laughed at everyone for her months on vacation with a hurt ankle and toes on subscription money.

Fuck this Bitch!  Bottom line, there are plenty of stupid people for her to prey on and take their money, and ghost, and grift, and do it again and again. Apparently, there is some kind of fandom for doing this by repeating the same guests over and over and over and over... and doing replays.

Such a never was has been.