Biden 238 - Trump 213.
An electoral vote just flew over my house! It's hard to believe that these things haven't been able to be fully locked down yet. And the reason why is because it is completely 100% scripted, and I had hoped that it would be the case that this would be over with quickly and cleanly, and as this is clearly not the case... I suppose we may have to engage the Omega-23.
I would certainly hope not. I am looking to start this new year--post-election count, that is--with a fresh angle and a clean track. I don't always get what I want, and then I don't always want, but I do always get what I want, because I only want what I get.
It is clear that I will not be getting what I desire. This infuriates the fully operational battle station, and gives me a cause to consider where I have decided to go wrong in life. To intentionally choose the wrong path, can be the most right action a person can take, and of course the right path can be the wrong one. I say of course, but of course those of you reading this must be realizing--we are long since past the point where we are choosing the path we are taking. We are forging on the bleeding edge of creation, and to those of you reading this who fail to appreciate this significance and seek to analyze my prose as yet another sheaf of evidence of a warped mind: fuck your couch. Every last Mario one of you gives two s**** of cretans towards any of the rumors that any of you heard about any of the things, whether fronting or just questioning, any of all you all look at me and think "hmm... Demon?"
For one thing I have clearly been giving too many people too many latitudes. It would seem that after a while of people knowing me, one tends to get some notions about what kind of things are going to be allowed in my life here and there, and then once in a while... I do a phase shift. It's my life. By that I mean, I suddenly decide that I'm going to allow a whole bunch of wild changes all at once, a bunch of stuff that has been going on all at the same time suddenly become matters of swift and irrational judgement, and then suddenly, seemingly innocuous matters become strange representations of wildly and incredibly important matters described euphemistically.
And you know why? Because we're all getting totally jammed up, that's why. I know it, you know it, lots of people can sense it, no one can really legitimately deny it, and acres of troll farms all over the world suddenly whirr to life, in order to convince the
hoi polloi of the veracity of the narrative.
