“Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find THE OTHERS” – Dr Timothy Leary
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“Welcome to the most ancient conspiracy on the planet. We’ve gone for so long now that we don’t remember what we were doing, but we don’t want to stop because we have nothing better to do.” - Fire Elemental
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KSXTI Post-Neoist Meta-Discordian Galdruxian Memes Illuminati Cabal Contact Information
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"Stick apart is more fun when we do it together." - St. Mae
We are the Corporation
Welcome to the Future
We are Custom-designing Weapons-grade Memetic technology
completely unique to you,
the User
like getting a straight IV of dopamine
directly to the vein
a livewire of secret signals
transmitted directly to your brain
like when I told him we could just be friends
and he said [this is love, actually]
[REDACTED] your [REDACTED] in me
This superstimulus moulds itself completely to you,
the individual
Cultured and Mycelial
highly Viral and Transmissible
like falling into an endless Abyss
finding the you-shaped hole in the Universe
like a Pinkie promise
like a Dream as the wish your makes
like Waking up is forgetting
how it feels to lay in your arms
like a taste of the Infinite,
wire-tapping your thoughts
like what if love made you psychic
pushing buttons to chase the next hit
living life as a double Agent,
love as a white mouse
Don’t stop; this is magic
I’m a crackhead, baby, I’m an addict
Can’t keep my eyes off you
even when I get static
or negative feedback
Don’t care if it’s Radioactive
we made something never seen before
left the keys on the table and I opened the door
Now I’m stuck slithering around your neural architecture
Fiending 444 my superconnector
faster than Light, space age lover,
sharp as the knife, wild and Afire
Infiltrator Discordian heirs
Sun and the Moon, wishing on stars,
waiting on you
When you understand that the beginning of ancient exploration technology and messengers is aesthetic, an impossible-to-communicate universe machine, their challenges, personal for me, and beyond that, the chaotic and suspicious acts of comrades cannot be disguised scripts.
Under the cover of Nothing, he slipped up the umbilical arm of the building, tiptoeing like a giraffe on the flaming savannah. Cheryl could hear his whispers, over and over again, saying “sleep you mother fucker.”
He couldn’t sleep.
The lampposts inside were too insidious, mocking the others.
The arm flexed and he froze, clinging to his own breath like a torrential downpour of forever.
Nothing caught him but could not hold on. Umbilicals were slippery this time of night.
Wallowing in antiperspirant, he slid up and back into the lighted Something of the building.
Something would happen. Nothing couldn’t get a ride home this night.
He was coughing now. Wheezes umbrellad from the sides of his spleen. Not good.
“Sleep mother fucker. Sleep”
Cheryl is going out for dinner
But sleep was waking up like snow on a birds broken wing.
And he was sure he would know Something soon, regardless of how Nothing struggled within. http://dlvr.it/SzwCv6
“The human sequence of the internet is a tool for giving instructions, a prank to explain the above heterojoining, not a brain of swirling ether and portable emotions, but an edge of the script, a transformation of scars, and beyond that, a brain virus of remote entities.”
THE ENGINE IS A PSYCHOTRONIC DEVICE BUILT UP AROUND A PAVLITA DEVICE
THE TOWER VISIBLE ON THE SURFACE OF PLANET ###### AND ONLY IN CERTAIN QUANTUM SLICE OF TIME ARE THE EXHAUST PIPE TO LIBERATE IN THE COSMOS THE #VIRUS23
"00A G9603 develops as a self-organizing organism, connects with the virtual environment through its hosts (admins) by arranging the surroundings randomly for its own autonomous purpose" - Timóteo Pinto, pataphysician post-thinker
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