“Just Listening.”

Sound, light and frequency indeed

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Thanks.

To the Bacala Brigade

I have a game too. It’s called “Fuck you, pay me”.
Tell your “Lieutenant Commander” Whatsit Whosit I’m not playing your stupid games.
And no, I’m not gonna be redundant.
Posting a David Guetta video with a telekinetic kid is like a copy of a copy of a copy of me talking about fixing and healing time portals years before Stranger Things came out and then lo and behold there’s a cultural zeitgeist created by really fucking creepy twins who may or may not be part of the CIA’s Hollywood infiltration psyop game ripping off a 70s cosmic horror genre about a telekinetic girl who can open, fix and heal time portals! (And then she kills people with her Telekinetic powers, but that’s a whole other set of Things.)
I don’t even like this song this much but I’m not listening to it. You are. And I really don’t wanna listen to fucking David Guetta for hours on end-  a “musician”who makes songs you hear while you’re passing the time waiting in an airport gift shop-
I don’t mind Sia , she’s all right, but David Guetta is just really boring. Some of you are scared of what I can do?
I’m scared of EDM.)

This is all just a copy of a copy of a copy.  
Stop trying to make me a Transformer who shoots lasers through her eyes. I know I’m not the one truly running this game. But you REALLY aren’t, millionaires. Stop trying to goad shit out of me. And anyway, I can’t do the break shit thing consciously.

And by the way, I’m not a CREATURE. You called me a “creature”. I’m a human. (For what it’s worth in 2026. Not much to be proud of given the current state of the species 🙄) I’m not a “creature”. I’m human-Plus. They did something to me while I was gestating in the womb. I’m still a human. And I’m not gonna blow something up for you just to make you believe. Well I think I did it one time, but that was bad news. Under normal conditions where I’m just walking around, shit doesn’t blow up. That’s under different conditions. BUT, under “normal conditions” I can do things that are still worth your while, but there’s a cutoff point to demonstrating value. I think I’ve reached it. 
If you think this is gonna be all about me being a walking talking Jerry Bruckheimer clip, you’re sorely mistaken.
That’s not what it’s there for.  If you wanna pick me apart further, you’re gonna have to make a phone call or do something besides casually sitting around a bar deciding who you’re gonna pick for your little meeting.  The value you put on me is the value you place. You’re probably gonna place that value on me. You’re just dangling that carrot in front of me right now to see what happens.
 I call and raise you twelve. 

You guys are so fucking jealous of me, I swear to God 😂

And no, I’m not gonna post the original video, it’s practically a porn vid 😂. You fuckers are doing this thing where you act like you hate me and you’ve got some rich dude with a stack of money in a trust waiting to be used on me and you wanna pick me apart the minute I die and you’re probably gonna dissect every single part of me and put me in some fucking bin somewhere, but for now you’re Cool Joes sippin’ Mai Tais somewhere fake hating on me, JFC— I’m SORRY I know shit. I’m SORRY I’m too fabulous for your puny, minuscule brain. I’m SORRY I know stuff before you know it. It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? The favored one. They chose me. Like you think you know what this is. Be honest: if someone stole your SUV while a loved one was driving it -along with stealing them too- would you be happy about it? NO fuckers, NO you would not. Context is everything. Do you think you’re gonna make friends by shooting at them? Do you think you’re gonna make friends by making blanket statements about people you don’t even know the first thing about? Why do you think, that just because someone has advanced technology it means that they’re rising above your stupid, childish bullshit? Maybe you deserve to be punished. But either way I would deal with them mostly the way I deal with you. Some groups deserve respect and tradition and others are more free wheeling, like humans. Also, my idea of culture is not a Blooming Onion at Outback Steakhouse. I like to think I’m a little bit more cultured. You can call my Bachelors’ and Masters’ underwater basket weaving degrees, but MAYBE THEY LIKE THAT. Maybe it’s like a condiment for them or something. Hot sauce. By the way, I also speak two alien dialects and #NotAllReptilians. Food for thought! 

Comin’ in hot.🥵

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Battleflag.