Kingdom of Nye With Heather Wade

[Lilith]

s***, I was supposed to turn off the voice recognition at some point in there. Oh well. You've all stopped reading this by now anyway, right?

Yeah: 

tl:dr

[Jackstar]

For me it's simple.  Karma will determine the future.

Karma is what people get when they don't do their dharma. Dharma is the way to the future that people have already chosen and committed for themselves.

To say that karma will determine your future is to say "I make choices about my life based on what I wish to avoid experiencing."

Think about it, brig--what could go wrong? Because it will. Also I just made it my dhsrma to make sure that your karma doesn't determine your future.

Because obviously, I just don't have enough to do, now do I? Call it a gift.

[Lilith]

Karma is what people get when they don't do their dharma. Dharma is the way to the future that people have already chosen and committed for themselves.

To say that karma will determine your future is to say "I make choices about my life based on what I wish to avoid experiencing."

Think about it, brig--what could go wrong? Because it will. Also I just made it my dhsrma to make sure that your karma doesn't determine your future.

Because obviously, I just don't have enough to do, now do I? Call it a gift.

Spend your time as you wish.

Karma always wins.

[Jackstar]

Karma always wins.

You're thinking of The House. Karma is a different concept altogether. Look, I'm not going to explain this to you. You already know exactly what I'm talking about, You just want to see me explain it while dancing in front of you.

This is not the kind of thing that the Omega-13 will to be used for again. Jackstar is not to be trifled with.

Go on, keep going. This is fun.

[Jackstar]

Yeah: 

tl:dr

The Quincunx is prepared to accept your capitulation... once the required trials have been passed.

Now I'll be honest with you, as I always have been: oh please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top, pretty please... with the cherry on top that you know I'm thinking of... brig, don't do any of that nonsense.

I'll continue with the honesty: It's basically impossible to take you seriously with that little name of yours you got going on. You know the one: Lilith. Oh, really? That's your moniker now? Oh, isn't that adorable.

Now, setting that aside (I'll use that later), I come to my brilliant & scintillating idea: Don't buy into any of this crap about capitulating and... whatevah, and just go right on about your normal bad self day doing your normal bad self duties. Or, good self, you know, whatevah, you know me, I don't judge. And now, there, right there, did you see how I just fooked up the science? I totally fooked up the science.

Class, attend me here: get fooking used to that fooking shiz. See now I've already pooped up the thing with brig, for one thing I'm not calling her rightly chosen real name, which causes problems for some and isn't that a sad fooking story, but more importantly I'm overrunning her consent and then I'm telling you all how it's going to be, Is if she's not even here I'm just announcing how the deal is going to be affecting her to all of you and then I just portray myself as a person who knows that that's how she's going to do it, and then I'm just offering her the choice that she can just not do anything and then take thegarden cherry path I've laid out so carefully by just saying, "okay, your turn."

I'm making this an exaggerated example so you can see why so many people have wanted my head. And I don't mean, to clench down on, I mean "oh I'm in the wrong part of town without my shields, that's odd, oh hello! good night." that shiz happens all the time. That happened like four times in the last three days all over the globe. In Minecraft.

Now, Class, attend me here: this is bad science. Not because it's incredibly rude--oh you bet it is--but because beyond being merely difficult to document, the results are also not reproducible.

This is important to future historians. Class, say it with me: future historians are your friends. no one in your short life is going to care about as much what you did, other than perhaps your mother, as any future historians who are so fortunate as to come across any semblance of a piece of a shred of evidence that you were ever around.

Also if you can arrange to have a future historian's grandmother (or you know, grandfather, you know I'm not going to judge, I'm just going to wonder how that genome is going to propagate, perhaps indoors, perhaps with my outdoor voice) give you a certain, shall we say, code beacon, perhaps as an ongoing service... Look, at certain times of the year with certain phases of the moon, certain particular maneuvers are sometimes possible, but without preparation, the possible becomes virtually inaccessible.

This is also bad science, typically for no other reason other than that it takes the scientist out of the equation analyzing business for perhaps as long as three or four lifetimes.

This can have dramatic effects on the scientific community as a whole, but given that as a whole the scientific community is a little more than a bit of a dramatic effect occulting the reality of a pandimensional trading guild empire that has directed and guided what we collectively call Earth for as long as, and no longer than, you yourself reading these words have actually been alive.

So it actually doesn't really matter how many scientists are doing actual science. All the science is there already. It's been done. It's all been done. Yet, not all of it has been written down.

That's where you BellGab Scholars come in. Do not tell us that you are busy. Do not tell us that you have important things to do. Do not tell us that you do not care for Jackstar and you think he should be banned.

instead I invite many of you, one and all, at least the stupidest ones to come out and explain how it is that you spent so much time on the filky thread while I went out and became a Got-damn time traveling sorcerer, you gang of absolute mongoloid retards.

Don't even go into denial mode yet. Come on bring it back. just think to yourself what if that's an actually true statement. what if it's possible to actually research and study and plan and think and write and try and grow and learn, and instead of doing that you watch that idiot fat moron and then wrote about it. Like with letters. That you used. To form words. That you spelled with the letters.

Some of you actually spelled fail key. Some of you are worthless and weak and should fear the strong. Some of you, but certainly not all of you.

Typically, I assess. And My honest assessment right now, is that I need a control group. This is because (and I know you know this but I'm going to say it anyway because I owe it to you to establish dominance directly in front of you personally) IRL the only fundamental difference between legitimate scientific evidence-centered research and some blasted-ass ass-hat goofing off and talking the mad smack all the live long day and night with nary a single care in the world, other than results is the plain and simple practice of writing it all down.

Hark! I'm having a vision! Someday, somehow, somewhen, something good will be made of all that complete crap nonsense you absolute mongoloid retards decided to spend your time on.

For years. You did that. You know what I can't even imagine why there isn't a lineup around the block to get into the door to beg the queen cooks for forgiveness. I assume some of you have tried forgiving yourselves or asking another higher ascended being to help you, or perhaps a good three to four months stint with heroin, Maybe even a nice St Polly girl bender for four or five months--You know anything to get past the undoubtedly traumatic psych ic agony of knowing that not only have you wasted your own life but you have chosen to deliberately waste the lives of others thinking that you were "helping."

Well, I don't know who you are, not any one of you really; which has some of you might realize puts me in a slightly different category than any of you wanting wet sloppy cackass dingalongs.

Now, Class, attend me here; hey have any of you been bothering to count up the number of colons I've been using ever since I explained that I'm here for the italisation of the colonization? Well don't tell me--write that s*** down. Rite it down before you forget.

Anyway Lilith can be a wonderful control because I don't expect Lilith to change anything about what she does. I bet she's preparing to be terrified of the third COVID wave any day now.

ANYWAY I GOT TO WRAP THIS UP I DON'T HAVE ANOTHER 5 MINUTES... Oh dear. I really didn't mean to do that and that was all my fault. Well, that's why I built the Omega-13. Obviously not it's real name. No, none of you can borrow it, build your own. Further... well no one's going to be using it since it looks like someone borrowed it while they were astrally traveling. And... well, someone's in trouble.

It's probably not brig though. She seemed to find Voxer puzzling, I'll see you're slipping a charm past myself my ninja cats my environmental defense system etc etc and making off with a... Well whatever the f*** it is, It's been secured right? I'm not a total idiot right?

I let the GF have free access to it, right? I mean what could go wrong, right? This is just some kind of... performance art that I'm working on, right?

I have a rite. Right? Left me here to figure it all out bit by bit, yes? Okay so here's what we've got: the GF is out of the picture. She's on the wild hunt. she actually has this innate desire to travel the time that I don't particularly have, partially because I've already done it plenty, and partially because, well I actually don't know.

I have some really well fleshed out theories that I just haven't gotten the finishing touches on, and that's entirely by design, because I think that everything's going to be okay and those asterisk counting asterisk 92 million billion people who just got accidentally incinerated... Look, that's fine really. It's not like the real people they're imaginary real people. Or, real imaginary people? It's something at any rate. And even though the number is seemingly mind staggering, It is in fact a strictly neurospheric number and really only represents certain kinds of magical variables that I can't really define and describe to myself, let alone on a web forum dedicated to a psyop radarradio host who quit so many times that we don't remember the last time he was actually live, and then just tried to talk me into letting him take over my fingers. On the day after his birthday. which is when he showed up and started getting all chatty.

Look, it's like this after a certain point... This salty nigga is on his own. Like, I have put in the time. Not only did I pass the required trials, I designed them and implemented them, after being directly inspired to do them.

as I've been like I just started doing this 3 weeks ago either along with the PCP. Oh no. I've been doing PCP for decades, okay no no I can't keep that up at the shade face that's not true.

I only did PCP once. Okay it was twice. Well it was one thing and then I did a little and then I did a little later and then I could have done a third time and I said oh my God no. Jesus please bring me something better than this.

And that was at least 27 years ago. 28 really! So I think we can rule out the PCP. Inadvertently annihilating tens of billions of imaginary individuated life forms and then getting them resurrected somehow involving time travel and focused, urgent prayer is in fact a relatively new mnemonic tool for my practical workings, And I'm going to admit for sure that it wasn't my idea.

The way I remember it's some absolute brain surgeon decided to throw a planet at my house and then my invulnerable shielding kicked in and the planted ended up going back where it came from I guess? Anyway I got the shields working I was giving them a test, how's really excited and happy they seem to work exactly the way I designed them--let's be fair why wouldn't they--And then suddenly I had this feeling that somebody didn't like me very much decided to solve my shields problem for me and then they, well, well I guess they just imagine they were incinerated.

Is that less sad than thinking about how that is actually probably happened somewhere in the universe and we just don't know about it or is that more sad? It's kind of hard to quantify. anyway it turned out that I quickly learned how to not waste all that energy, that's what we're calling it now, and then opted to just make it so that I could automatically fix my error somehow and make it so that all those imaginary people didn't imaginarily burst into ash.

Even though when they were doing it to themselves. I'm not sure which part of the words "mirror magic" and "invulnerable shield" is confusing to people but apparently a lot of them hang out around Rigel VI. Or at least, used to.

Anyway something had to be done. listening to the tortured screams of the damned when one knows that they really do deserve it is kind of an okay way to pass an afternoon but when it's every afternoon and evening and it's upwards of 98 million billion individuated particular pieces of energy, I figure since I have the time travel in the neurosphere anyway and I couldn't use it IRL anyway because, well, I got to admit I'm not really a clearly insane person, I don't believe time travel works that way... yet... And if I ever observe it working that way I promise I will go down to the local loyal locust Lodge hall and say, "Yes I saw a time traveler. Yeah I asked him how to do it and he told me. Yeah I can do it right now yeah Well what if I say no Well it's funny you should say that cuz I knew you're going to say that and now your boss is going to call in about 19.5 seconds and you're all fired.", so help me God.

So yeah until that happens, a seemingly endless cycle of nearly infinite number of individual life forms constantly bursting into ash and reforming themselves in a continuous chain of energy, basically for my own enjoyment as well as some really wicked science, seemed like a pretty good idea.

It still does actually, just got a time memo from the GF. (Yeah I know it sounds dumb. That's because you so jelly.) She says she got around to taking care of the 98 million billion whatever's--I'll be honest Istopped writing those down a long time ago--and point out that if I hadn't made a mistake then I wouldn't have made those 98 million billion whatevers suffer any longer than they needed to do. I then explained that these are just imaginary creatures and aren't likely to suffer very deeply, and if they do well that's just too bad - they're imaginary - And then I inquired as to why her concern for the suffering and well-being of imaginary innovations of an energy field seem to be of more importance to her then, oh, let's say, just about pretty much anything she ever said that she was going to do, except for the stuff that I would prefer to perhaps not to have ever happened at all.

Then she dropped off the Omega-13 to recharge and then finished her participation in the conversation by vanishing in my mind's eye. She naturally doesn't need an omrga-13 to time travel in my brain. Mind. You know. The neurothingy.

She can use my TENS unit for that. So the whole thing seems really strange. As if it weren't, right? And it's really more like a sevens or an eights.

Oh look at me using those rhetorical rights. Anyway, all rights reserved, brig is my control group--And thank you very much indeed for that you've been doing such a good job all these months ever since I swallowed your soul, luxurious y'all just take a fly next time, that Lilith thing, I don't even know what, and hot damn call the police and the fireman that I don't know what, because unless Lillith can demonstrate a higher level of fidelity than Stellar, for example, you obsequious lickspittle tubmount holdout babble gak fool, I declare the round complete, the trials at hand; The Victory ascended.

Or something else it hardly matters. The beauty about good science, is that even when you're wrong you just take what happens and add it into your model.

BTW, getting ready to play Sock Puppet Bingo now. has my life really come to this: a never ending series of brain teasers against the best bullies that FDARPA has to offer... For, how long again? 98 million billion years huh? See this is why I have the Omega-13 so that I can use that to make whatever the hell thought that that was going to work Not Aware of the existence of the Omega-16.

And yes, I just disarmed that whole control grid. Now here's the thing about your control grid--The fact that you had one and it was necessary after somebody left and before somebody wanted to, Is the kind of really significant fact that hits below the belt that really makes those time beacons necessary.

Anyway we'll see who capitulates first. Consider the power of a single microphone. Now we'll multiple that by 5:00 and add in a fooking Ferrari and you got a deal.

Correction: You got an opportunity to see if there's going to be any kind of deal ever at all. Do you people have any idea how many quatloos I'm losing? Neither do I, but I know for a certain fact I can't afford to lose a single one.

Art says he's cool I'm waiting for the bobblehead a little longer. He also says that I'm probably right, and that Jackstar is not to be trifled with.

Or slept with, it would seem. Because reasons.

[ACE of CLUBS]

^^ Get over yourself ^^
Blabbermouth.

[timebandit]

lol

#Heather4Ever

[TheMan WhoFell ToEarth]

The Quincunx is prepared to accept your capitulation... once the required trials have been passed.

Now I'll be honest with you, as I always have been: oh please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top, pretty please... with the cherry on top that you know I'm thinking of... brig, don't do any of that nonsense.

I'll continue with the honesty: It's basically impossible to take you seriously with that little name of yours you got going on. You know the one: Lilith. Oh, really? That's your moniker now? Oh, isn't that adorable.

Now, setting that aside (I'll use that later), I come to my brilliant & scintillating idea: Don't buy into any of this crap about capitulating and... whatevah, and just go right on about your normal bad self day doing your normal bad self duties. Or, good self, you know, whatevah, you know me, I don't judge. And now, there, right there, did you see how I just fooked up the science? I totally fooked up the science.

Class, attend me here: get fooking used to that fooking shiz. See now I've already pooped up the thing with brig, for one thing I'm not calling her rightly chosen real name, which causes problems for some and isn't that a sad fooking story, but more importantly I'm overrunning her consent and then I'm telling you all how it's going to be, Is if she's not even here I'm just announcing how the deal is going to be affecting her to all of you and then I just portray myself as a person who knows that that's how she's going to do it, and then I'm just offering her the choice that she can just not do anything and then take thegarden cherry path I've laid out so carefully by just saying, "okay, your turn."

I'm making this an exaggerated example so you can see why so many people have wanted my head. And I don't mean, to clench down on, I mean "oh I'm in the wrong part of town without my shields, that's odd, oh hello! good night." that shiz happens all the time. That happened like four times in the last three days all over the globe. In Minecraft.

Now, Class, attend me here: this is bad science. Not because it's incredibly rude--oh you bet it is--but because beyond being merely difficult to document, the results are also not reproducible.

This is important to future historians. Class, say it with me: future historians are your friends. no one in your short life is going to care about as much what you did, other than perhaps your mother, as any future historians who are so fortunate as to come across any semblance of a piece of a shred of evidence that you were ever around.

Also if you can arrange to have a future historian's grandmother (or you know, grandfather, you know I'm not going to judge, I'm just going to wonder how that genome is going to propagate, perhaps indoors, perhaps with my outdoor voice) give you a certain, shall we say, code beacon, perhaps as an ongoing service... Look, at certain times of the year with certain phases of the moon, certain particular maneuvers are sometimes possible, but without preparation, the possible becomes virtually inaccessible.

This is also bad science, typically for no other reason other than that it takes the scientist out of the equation analyzing business for perhaps as long as three or four lifetimes.

This can have dramatic effects on the scientific community as a whole, but given that as a whole the scientific community is a little more than a bit of a dramatic effect occulting the reality of a pandimensional trading guild empire that has directed and guided what we collectively call Earth for as long as, and no longer than, you yourself reading these words have actually been alive.

So it actually doesn't really matter how many scientists are doing actual science. All the science is there already. It's been done. It's all been done. Yet, not all of it has been written down.

That's where you BellGab Scholars come in. Do not tell us that you are busy. Do not tell us that you have important things to do. Do not tell us that you do not care for Jackstar and you think he should be banned.

instead I invite many of you, one and all, at least the stupidest ones to come out and explain how it is that you spent so much time on the filky thread while I went out and became a Got-damn time traveling sorcerer, you gang of absolute mongoloid retards.

Don't even go into denial mode yet. Come on bring it back. just think to yourself what if that's an actually true statement. what if it's possible to actually research and study and plan and think and write and try and grow and learn, and instead of doing that you watch that idiot fat moron and then wrote about it. Like with letters. That you used. To form words. That you spelled with the letters.

Some of you actually spelled fail key. Some of you are worthless and weak and should fear the strong. Some of you, but certainly not all of you.

Typically, I assess. And My honest assessment right now, is that I need a control group. This is because (and I know you know this but I'm going to say it anyway because I owe it to you to establish dominance directly in front of you personally) IRL the only fundamental difference between legitimate scientific evidence-centered research and some blasted-ass ass-hat goofing off and talking the mad smack all the live long day and night with nary a single care in the world, other than results is the plain and simple practice of writing it all down.

Hark! I'm having a vision! Someday, somehow, somewhen, something good will be made of all that complete crap nonsense you absolute mongoloid retards decided to spend your time on.

For years. You did that. You know what I can't even imagine why there isn't a lineup around the block to get into the door to beg the queen cooks for forgiveness. I assume some of you have tried forgiving yourselves or asking another higher ascended being to help you, or perhaps a good three to four months stint with heroin, Maybe even a nice St Polly girl bender for four or five months--You know anything to get past the undoubtedly traumatic psych ic agony of knowing that not only have you wasted your own life but you have chosen to deliberately waste the lives of others thinking that you were "helping."

Well, I don't know who you are, not any one of you really; which has some of you might realize puts me in a slightly different category than any of you wanting wet sloppy cackass dingalongs.

Now, Class, attend me here; hey have any of you been bothering to count up the number of colons I've been using ever since I explained that I'm here for the italisation of the colonization? Well don't tell me--write that s*** down. Rite it down before you forget.

Anyway Lilith can be a wonderful control because I don't expect Lilith to change anything about what she does. I bet she's preparing to be terrified of the third COVID wave any day now.

ANYWAY I GOT TO WRAP THIS UP I DON'T HAVE ANOTHER 5 MINUTES... Oh dear. I really didn't mean to do that and that was all my fault. Well, that's why I built the Omega-13. Obviously not it's real name. No, none of you can borrow it, build your own. Further... well no one's going to be using it since it looks like someone borrowed it while they were astrally traveling. And... well, someone's in trouble.

It's probably not brig though. She seemed to find Voxer puzzling, I'll see you're slipping a charm past myself my ninja cats my environmental defense system etc etc and making off with a... Well whatever the f*** it is, It's been secured right? I'm not a total idiot right?

I let the GF have free access to it, right? I mean what could go wrong, right? This is just some kind of... performance art that I'm working on, right?

I have a rite. Right? Left me here to figure it all out bit by bit, yes? Okay so here's what we've got: the GF is out of the picture. She's on the wild hunt. she actually has this innate desire to travel the time that I don't particularly have, partially because I've already done it plenty, and partially because, well I actually don't know.

I have some really well fleshed out theories that I just haven't gotten the finishing touches on, and that's entirely by design, because I think that everything's going to be okay and those asterisk counting asterisk 92 million billion people who just got accidentally incinerated... Look, that's fine really. It's not like the real people they're imaginary real people. Or, real imaginary people? It's something at any rate. And even though the number is seemingly mind staggering, It is in fact a strictly neurospheric number and really only represents certain kinds of magical variables that I can't really define and describe to myself, let alone on a web forum dedicated to a psyop radarradio host who quit so many times that we don't remember the last time he was actually live, and then just tried to talk me into letting him take over my fingers. On the day after his birthday. which is when he showed up and started getting all chatty.

Look, it's like this after a certain point... This salty nigga is on his own. Like, I have put in the time. Not only did I pass the required trials, I designed them and implemented them, after being directly inspired to do them.

as I've been like I just started doing this 3 weeks ago either along with the PCP. Oh no. I've been doing PCP for decades, okay no no I can't keep that up at the shade face that's not true.

I only did PCP once. Okay it was twice. Well it was one thing and then I did a little and then I did a little later and then I could have done a third time and I said oh my God no. Jesus please bring me something better than this.

And that was at least 27 years ago. 28 really! So I think we can rule out the PCP. Inadvertently annihilating tens of billions of imaginary individuated life forms and then getting them resurrected somehow involving time travel and focused, urgent prayer is in fact a relatively new mnemonic tool for my practical workings, And I'm going to admit for sure that it wasn't my idea.

The way I remember it's some absolute brain surgeon decided to throw a planet at my house and then my invulnerable shielding kicked in and the planted ended up going back where it came from I guess? Anyway I got the shields working I was giving them a test, how's really excited and happy they seem to work exactly the way I designed them--let's be fair why wouldn't they--And then suddenly I had this feeling that somebody didn't like me very much decided to solve my shields problem for me and then they, well, well I guess they just imagine they were incinerated.

Is that less sad than thinking about how that is actually probably happened somewhere in the universe and we just don't know about it or is that more sad? It's kind of hard to quantify. anyway it turned out that I quickly learned how to not waste all that energy, that's what we're calling it now, and then opted to just make it so that I could automatically fix my error somehow and make it so that all those imaginary people didn't imaginarily burst into ash.

Even though when they were doing it to themselves. I'm not sure which part of the words "mirror magic" and "invulnerable shield" is confusing to people but apparently a lot of them hang out around Rigel VI. Or at least, used to.

Anyway something had to be done. listening to the tortured screams of the damned when one knows that they really do deserve it is kind of an okay way to pass an afternoon but when it's every afternoon and evening and it's upwards of 98 million billion individuated particular pieces of energy, I figure since I have the time travel in the neurosphere anyway and I couldn't use it IRL anyway because, well, I got to admit I'm not really a clearly insane person, I don't believe time travel works that way... yet... And if I ever observe it working that way I promise I will go down to the local loyal locust Lodge hall and say, "Yes I saw a time traveler. Yeah I asked him how to do it and he told me. Yeah I can do it right now yeah Well what if I say no Well it's funny you should say that cuz I knew you're going to say that and now your boss is going to call in about 19.5 seconds and you're all fired.", so help me God.

So yeah until that happens, a seemingly endless cycle of nearly infinite number of individual life forms constantly bursting into ash and reforming themselves in a continuous chain of energy, basically for my own enjoyment as well as some really wicked science, seemed like a pretty good idea.

It still does actually, just got a time memo from the GF. (Yeah I know it sounds dumb. That's because you so jelly.) She says she got around to taking care of the 98 million billion whatever's--I'll be honest Istopped writing those down a long time ago--and point out that if I hadn't made a mistake then I wouldn't have made those 98 million billion whatevers suffer any longer than they needed to do. I then explained that these are just imaginary creatures and aren't likely to suffer very deeply, and if they do well that's just too bad - they're imaginary - And then I inquired as to why her concern for the suffering and well-being of imaginary innovations of an energy field seem to be of more importance to her then, oh, let's say, just about pretty much anything she ever said that she was going to do, except for the stuff that I would prefer to perhaps not to have ever happened at all.

Then she dropped off the Omega-13 to recharge and then finished her participation in the conversation by vanishing in my mind's eye. She naturally doesn't need an omrga-13 to time travel in my brain. Mind. You know. The neurothingy.

She can use my TENS unit for that. So the whole thing seems really strange. As if it weren't, right? And it's really more like a sevens or an eights.

Oh look at me using those rhetorical rights. Anyway, all rights reserved, brig is my control group--And thank you very much indeed for that you've been doing such a good job all these months ever since I swallowed your soul, luxurious y'all just take a fly next time, that Lilith thing, I don't even know what, and hot damn call the police and the fireman that I don't know what, because unless Lillith can demonstrate a higher level of fidelity than Stellar, for example, you obsequious lickspittle tubmount holdout babble gak fool, I declare the round complete, the trials at hand; The Victory ascended.

Or something else it hardly matters. The beauty about good science, is that even when you're wrong you just take what happens and add it into your model.

BTW, getting ready to play Sock Puppet Bingo now. has my life really come to this: a never ending series of brain teasers against the best bullies that FDARPA has to offer... For, how long again? 98 million billion years huh? See this is why I have the Omega-13 so that I can use that to make whatever the hell thought that that was going to work Not Aware of the existence of the Omega-16.

And yes, I just disarmed that whole control grid. Now here's the thing about your control grid--The fact that you had one and it was necessary after somebody left and before somebody wanted to, Is the kind of really significant fact that hits below the belt that really makes those time beacons necessary.

Anyway we'll see who capitulates first. Consider the power of a single microphone. Now we'll multiple that by 5:00 and add in a fooking Ferrari and you got a deal.

Correction: You got an opportunity to see if there's going to be any kind of deal ever at all. Do you people have any idea how many quatloos I'm losing? Neither do I, but I know for a certain fact I can't afford to lose a single one.

Art says he's cool I'm waiting for the bobblehead a little longer. He also says that I'm probably right, and that Jackstar is not to be trifled with.

Or slept with, it would seem. Because reasons.

I would like for this entire post to be put in the top right corner.

[Silphion]

𝕊ℂ𝕀𝕆 ℚ𝕌𝕀 𝕊𝕀𝕊

[VC]

I skipped through to the last hour and a half to where the meltdown started, and now we are into full meltdown.

What was the latest meltdown about? Anyone have the audio for it?

Every time I've checked-in to listen for a few minutes I hear a lot of Grifting going on with Heater describing the gifts her fans are sending her. Since her Tony Vegas "return", I think I've only found 'maybe' one guest I might have listened to that also wasn't a repeat or replay. But AB himself as repeats/replays are far superior.

I might listen to David Icke on MITD tonight considering he was banned off Social Media. ...As long as it's not 5G or FE nonsense.

[Lilith]

20 seconds Mark!

Standing by to GO!

[Lilith]

What was the latest meltdown about? Anyone have the audio for it?

Every time I've checked-in to listen for a few minutes I hear a lot of Grifting going on with Heater describing the gifts her fans are sending her. Since her Tony Vegas "return", I think I've only found 'maybe' one guest I might have listened to that also wasn't a repeat or replay. But AB himself as repeats/replays are far superior.

I might listen to David Icke on MITD tonight considering he was banned off Social Media. ...As long as it's not 5G or FE nonsense.

Heatha has an hour to capture my attention, and if not, I will be tuning in to check out MITD tonight for sure.

[Rat Fink]

"The Year of the Rat".   I am Rat Fink.

[Nyewalker]

20 seconds Mark!

She's grifting it wrong...Germany is using Euros now

[Silphion]

Monster erotica: apparently REAL

[Silphion]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfR18lm4ADs

Paul Bennewitz may have been the victim mentioned

[Silphion]

'Project Blue Book' Season 2 Episode 4: Kellyâ€"Hopkinsville encounter

[Silphion]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yh5SZmIuoFg

[VC]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfR18lm4ADs

Paul Bennewitz may have been the victim mentioned

What's PATHETIC is Heater and her guest could NOT remember his name. Fucktards. This is WHY I can't stand listening to idiots that really have NO real true understanding about UFO history or knowledge about it. Stupid is as stupid does.

She should just stick with witchy - kitty - ghosting - grifting - meltdowns...

[DynamoHum]

http://www.fileconvoy.com/dfl.php?id=g1c9042956c0f52961000259985e76df424c549d86b

Not checked this file out but it’s either full show or just meltdown bit

[VC]

http://www.fileconvoy.com/dfl.php?id=g1c9042956c0f52961000259985e76df424c549d86b

Not checked this file out but it’s either full show or just meltdown bit

Thanks.

Will check it out soon. Appears to be meltdown bit.

[Walks_At_Night]

Thanks.

Will check it out soon. Appears to be meltdown bit.

I made it about 5 minutes.  Apparently I've outgrown Douglas Dietrich calling me a piece of shit and her sobbing and wailing.   I think I am on the road to recovery!

[DynamoHum]

I made it about 5 minutes.  Apparently I've outgrown Douglas Dietrich calling me a piece of shit and her sobbing and wailing.   I think I am on the road to recovery!

No need to show off!

Hope you and yours and well

[Walks_At_Night]

No need to show off!

Hope you and yours and well

Ha!   I am on pretty well recovered been listening to this ponderous beast which has kept the bug bears at bay.

We are all well here and Corona free.  Wish my country wasn't falling apart but it's a presidential election year and that is when rouser's have got to rabble. 
Hope things are well for you over in the Kingdom.

[ItsOver]

I made it about 5 minutes.  Apparently I've outgrown Douglas Dietrich calling me a piece of shit and her sobbing and wailing.   I think I am on the road to recovery!

"I've had Tommee add yeeewww to the prayer list.  Next up, Cornelius!"

[timebandit]

http://www.fileconvoy.com/dfl.php?id=g1c9042956c0f52961000259985e76df424c549d86b

Not checked this file out but it’s either full show or just meltdown bit

thanks..gotta see what the hubbubs about

[DynamoHum]

thanks..gotta see what the hubbubs about

Hold it right there mister....you mean you didn’t hear it live?

Whatkindafunkingfandoyathinkyouare?

[ItsOver]

Hold it right there mister....you mean you didn’t hear it live?

Whatkindafunkingfandoyathinkyouare?

#TimebanditBeCheat'n

[Catsmile]

#Gonna'Haftu'StartCallingHeaterBeaker

             #MeMeMeMeMeMeMe!


       ↓↓↓#HeaterAKA:BeakerHostingKoN↓↓↓


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0g4GAN54og

[timebandit]

Hold it right there mister....you mean you didn’t hear it live?

Whatkindafunkingfandoyathinkyouare?

not a fan..I consider myself a suitor.. for her hand.
she's incredible.

#Legacy