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Thursday, June 4, 2026

I think I saw you.


You know that a sky full of stars means that I’m untouchable. Why do you think the US Army can’t touch me anymore? Why do you think that is? While they were torturing me for a week straight in June 2014 using telepathic technology on me? 
Why do you think that was? Why do you think I’m untouchable now? Just think. Think REAL hard. Why do you think that is? Why do you think no one‘s harassing me? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my home? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my front door anymore or people are knocking on the door from FedEx telling me there’s a guy who’s been sitting in the front of my building in his car for four hours because he was paid to tell me that to scare me to death and make the hair on the back of my neck stand up?

 

And when I confronted the guy in the car and I asked him if he was ONI  
he laughed like it was an insult? 
What do you think THAT’S about, buddy? Fella?

 

Do you think I’m worth it? That’s the question you should be asking right now.. 

 

 

 

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

All Ashore ๐Ÿšข



The Axon. That’s how.





I do it like this.

It’s a Patch.
For these troubled worlds. 


Pay attention, Class.

Oooh
 I can feel the boys at Langley’s palms getting sweaty now.

Focus on this



Well Gosh.

There’s a few of you on the inside who are awfully mopey emo boys. You’re welcome-  I’m flattered, I guess! 

I start fires, they burn and they burn and I let them out with a dark touch and then I burn them again and I open the portal and I let them in and all is well in the world
and then I sniff the fire out with two hands.

Don’t you worry, pal. It’s not so mopey now.

Friday, April 24, 2026

For Dildo Baggins from The Boys

We’re sorry you don’t appreciate Anya like we do. Unfortunately for you, that’s a bad thing. Your loss. She says you stand around with your dick in your hand with No Such Agency and that outpost in Indonesia you’re at while she goes on with her life.

You and all the rest of you
 “don’t know what to do with her”.

Right?

In our world, Talent WILL be rewarded.
Immensely.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for years while she’s the prize.

The “golden fleece”.

And no one can touch her. Because we say, we do. Nobody else. She’s ours. Got it? And she likes it just fine like that. We feed her some meat and she stays in her cage.

Story arc and end of story.

Dork.

(Sorry for such a harsh analogy. We know you’re not a cat in a cage. Yet. I mean, if you wanna be. But we won’t do that. We know what you like. Story’s comin’. Just wait. We’ll put you up front. Don’t you worry.)

(Me chiming in):
Thanks. I know what you mean. You’re not ones for words. You’re more like action men. I like men of action. Men of action who do nothing. Until I say it.