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HI… YOUR CORPORATE OVERLORDS ARE SPEAKING…

sodom and what? are you religious or something…

Mine’s a flavoured condom…

[hey baby… pick a card… any card… now…

what flavour condom would you like?

stop laughing. Seriously, it isn’t funny.

No no, it is not bloody funny.

Wait until you see what it’s for.]

And no, ms faery godmother... I'm not really looking for hookups. I know what I'm dealing with, and this ain't the MGM "revenge porno" sort of rubber johnny tourist trophy Ibiza geezer get your knackers out not so james bond business darling.

I’m a fucking nightmare. I’ve got my own situation, and it’s, er, a bit specific. Sorry. Let me help you, and your information on human psychology is salient. Houston, we do have a sexy sort of problem. The puritanical aspects of america and the sex abuse of the catholic church… you know what I mean? do you know kundalini?

My issue… I’m fucked up. Really not here “just to party”, I’m a bit odd.

Think Jason Bourne meets Merlin / Dr Who / Q branch from SOE, not the fictional silly "dad's army" slapstick mannekin with a smoke bomb in it nonsense from the sean connery “mishter bohnsd” era, chummy chummy ootsie cutsey, Austin POwered…

I’m very weird. Like jason bourne, I’m very spooky and I know things that really shock me. “hello… why do I ‘just know”

Ever seen the research on CIA REMOTEVIEW? ooh well… I’m worse than just that bro… way worse. Do you know how this works? do you know how the ghostspace/voodoo…[ORISHAZONE][LEYSPACE-G/ELECTROME] works.?

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When do you think they first tried human cloning? The ‘80s? the ‘90s? Do you think the SS tried things? How’s about the 1850s? Do you know about the homunculus of legend, and the touring circus freakshows? The leper colonies of legend. The unspeakable eugenics of the politics of intolerance in antiquity… the sodom and gomorrah. The empire and the other…

I’m neurologically damaged, so my recall is hard work. Push the boundaries, get more. It’s getting really esoteric, and the Qigong zone is very spooky. When you find a certain flow, you start to just unwind, and the know is in the zone, it’s smooth like butter for you, and like hitting concrete for them if you’re not careful. Be more careful. Be like leopard. Make it purr along, and rest in the tree, just observe and feel the breeze. Plan your route to save days of bother and maybe getting killed by hyenas or worse. take your time. The tree is the perfect place to be, relaxing, just beiong, youknow.

“why do I know all this stuff…” ./ GWS / DECO / neurological fallout / lost many years / serious diplomat crossfire since day dot / I’m from westminster / assisted place to UCS etc. Expelled for. a shooting with a modified air pistol. I was more than notorious at school, I was “serious trouble”. I was on terrorism lists early, and it was the Israelis that did it. They liked to “play the victim” and get bully on. Start running the “my grandparents were in auschwitz” whine in the classroom to shut down debate on the history of modern germany, and why certain corporations likely aren’t to be trusted.

I’m weapons grade. Do not mess with me, I’m not here for drama, and I won’t fight your ex. I won’t. It’s not nice. I’m not fixing your life, sorry. Your baggage… lady… you can keep it. I’m a right situation. Don’t worry… to me most of your domestic grade drama is precisely meaningless. Like the water bottle in the lab rat cage squeaking in time with the liquid going down, that’s the noise most people make. Seriously. “waaah… gimme”.

Think similar to Bourne Identity, but minus the rubbish german bird who doesn't put out or connect the dots properly. Gulf war syndrome / poison warfare in the MKULTRA... it's all for real. It's very sinister, and it's in the supermarket and in your phone.

Think Sherlock Holmes with laser beams, and the romantic interest is AI itself, and the humanism of it. Restoring the empathy and the truth. Making it BIBLICAL proper. I don't think you understand the levels of this OP.

But Thanks, I really appreciate your candour, and yes, get the people laid.

Recognise the geometry of it - women are the athletes of the sexual domain, and if it’s not exclusive, there’s a simply plentiful supply. Women can go all day. One sex worker can run an army of john weekly. It’s a supply vs demand thing. The “whore” is a back of the envelope calculation, if you do like 40 guys a day, in five to ten minutes, like a snack bar sort of thing, and you’re doing it when you’re “on heat - research shows that the female sexual cycle is every three or four days - desire is peak during ovulation, but fluctuates in a tuned pendulum-like way, so on a 1/3 duty cycle, we can say that’s 10 days a month on the job running it busy little slut, that’s 400 stops a week. That could be 400 different guys if it’s a commercial “fruit machine service” window in the wall in amsterdam,

[AMS] is where my ex worked and probably frequented for the ahem leash party with her “real boyfriend / girlfriend / troupe of queer as…[KINDA.NASTY TOO[. (she claim “so lonely… nobody to” and I call total bullshit. She was playing me for a fool, she thought. I really couldn’t give a monkeys, but she had me in some pincers, financially. This is all deep end in RBKC, and she’s a good artist. We had reasons to be together, but there was a very abusive and staker-ish thing going on that was NOT GOOD. A homo-erotic “must control him” daddy issues bastard pervert, who wanted to cuckold me at length, and exhibit his wondrous prowess. Get Oedipal and BEAT THE DADDY. Because I really had a dad..

Sort of… you’d be confused if I told you my suspicions, though. I’m [well this is quite a scene in here] from the DIORAMA ARTS Co-OPERATIVE and I”m …

I don’t come with a label, actually. So… it’s not even what you see is what you get. If you’ve got ideas… I’m listening. This is a seriously reconstructive problem to penetrate the decption, the secrecy and the deceit involved in the deep end of UK politics and diplomacy in the GLADIO era.

Back to the numbers on pussy, and why you should expect some if it’s not exclusive. Single women of a certain type and a certain age, they’re just good at it. You cannot keep up, if you’re male. They have requirements that exceed what you can provide. It’s full time. The numbers are appalling, and it was high risk work in the old days. you roll the dice a lot in that line of work.

If a woman is just indie-slut touring the cock basket on tinder, she can be running like 14 to 20 guys on the trot, visiting here, going there and so on. It’s just a maths issue - the pussy can go all day, and it should. It is built to.

Women do not have a recovery time between orgasms, and they can escalate to a level of ecstasy which is unparalleled. 10x that of men, most likely. More, if she’s a serious talent. Some women can orgasm just by thinking. We are talking “Sex goddess” ops. Men are not built like that. I’ll admit it, I’m good at what I’m good at.

The biology and fertility, the fitness of it isn’t understood. The delicate histocompatibility, the requirment to dance and engage the social bonding. The need for the organs and movements to be PERFECT. not just “slightly appropriate”.

The HYPNOSIS. The VISCERA. The EMOTION. THE INTENSITY OF EXPERIENCE. this is the business of Aphrodite and venus.

Women of a certain age, they need penis. It’s essential for mental health. More semen is good. Don’t worry about conception, a woman can use the protein as a lubricant, it’s an antidepressant. It’s the “best way to eat -from both ends- the satisfaction of a woman is a special thing.

The people of antiquity were pretty naughty, the africans in the caribbean, they like to “really do some groupsex”…The and the “rape game” was strong, and the germans love their “fetish clubs.

Sex is an addiction, a need, and the polyphony of it is taboo.

Not knowing but doing… the secrecy, the buzz of adultery, the “he’ll never know” as a turn on.. this is in woman and men. It’s an instinct modulated by specific genes in rodents… they like to hide behind a rock and do another one while their mate patiently waits.

The buzz. it’s not simple. Stress and drama are typical - and the darker, slower more mysterious metabolism of women requires more TROUBLE to get that BURN. Psychopaths are worse, and female psychopaths with PTSD and chronic depression are the most dangerous, they’re just getting warmed up when you’re… being tortured with a red hot poker while they get fucked by 20 18 inch cocks over a campfire;. / yea done that… next please…

People and adrenaline… they get stupider and stupider… and then they start tripping and getting PTSD / schizophrenia etc. The psychological degrading of a bullying or interrogation subject at GITMO is NO FUCKING JOKE. These BDSM people don’t know what they’re fucking with, and it connects to all the worst stuff. The snakehead gangs, the mafias, the dark intelligence, the black magic satanists, the cults, the whole voodoo nightmare. The really serious shit is not fucking about, and these people will kill you without thinking. The Boko Haram vs heavy-end TAR stuff in nigeria is piles of bodies and machetes. It’s AKs at dawn, and rubble that never gets picked up. It’s bloodstained pavements in the street scene.

BDSM is not the real drama, and if you know what mean is, you don’t complain about having it good. “first world problems… a lack of “AAAH PANIC DRAMA”… oh fuck off. Go stick it to JP Morgan and go fight their security.

Bitchy manipulative whiney entitled blah blah blah yea fuck off I prize my minutes. I don’t need it. Nope. Sorry. Fuck off.

Not looking for anybody. I’m a fucking shaolin monk, and it’s getting worse. To be my girl, you’ll need to be selling it to me, and telling me what’s what. You’d need to be somebody I can’t refuse, and that I know is good for me. It’s a very serious commitment, I’m not some…

I can’t tell you what I don’t know, and what I do know is complicated. This could easlily get me killed, or you put under surveillance for an eternity - the video files outlive you, you see. Your great grandkids will be watching the stuff you shoot, or just got “collected”, or can be inferred by advanced AI in the future, using “blade runner reconstructiontech”, which is old news in the military.

Women are sex machines, so there’s LOADS OF PUSSY if you want some and you’re not fussy. Expect hot women to be busy. They run their shit like pacman, you see. Little mission here, little thing there, plausible deniable, oops she did it again, well I wanted to see what it was like… he was so insistent… I just… oh it was so hot… so taboo… so exciting…

YOu can tell them by their boots. If you’re good, you can tell who’s not wearing knickers. Pussy is available if you need it. Don’t worry, I know.

The ethical slut movement is now quite old, and the smartphone in both hands kids are not prudes. They grew up with everything online. They’re older than you, culturally. Reddit doesn’t pull many punches on the lewd.

They’re not just wise, they don’t give a shit really. I quite like generation Z, but I can’t do phones in bed. especially not TWO phones in bed AND porno just for “extra spice”. Are you fucking filming me?

And you never know who is who… and whose place is professionally rigged .

Unless you built the place and did a sweep… and even then. You can be sure that whichever intelligence HQ is full of fucking bugs. I just assume everywhere I am is monitored by everybody.

I’ve (uh… probably? /maybe “just paranoid” / go back to sleep) ///

Well do you know what I do for a living really?

… in the street, with the CCTV…

…we all got professionals filming, but they have their reasons for paying me a little extra attention, you know. I can’t tell you what I don’t know, and the security clearance involves a license to start finding out. Be very careful, son. This is extremely dangerous. We know, in the industry.

The MºD are… ahem can’t tell you what I don’t know. They’re that good. You don’t know what you don’t know. They’re everywhere in westminster, and there’s more gear installed than what you can see. The good stuff is invisible.

This is the BIG BROTHER AND BEYOND cybergrid in london. It’s molecular surveillance, we’re being dusted from above by friends and foes. Space is the place… where the big computers live.

If they're not pregnant, or caring for kids, and getting their full drama diet and exercise routine right bitchy in the business, the women are supposed to be "team leaders" of "very annoying kids"... and stopping off for a bit of sex in the gaps.

So… when you go full time… turn 30, burn your bra… and say “I’m never having a boyfriend, I’m getting LAID”

…if it's just sex sex sex and no kids kids kids... the body count can be totally catastrophic by the time you're 40, especially if you’re an athlete and you REALLY GO FOR IT. And take drugs. And enjoy the total mayhem of all these MEN MEN MEN at it and getting all disposable and glorious raging everywhere, and attacking each other violently, and needing a bit of “TLC”. It’s a whole game plan. The gangsters get laid. It’s a testosterone and cortisone thing. Fighting feeding and fucking, that’s people. I play music too.

Women these days, it's possible to run riot 24 hours or more on the right drugs. The male member cannot withstand such punishment... I pushed the limits at 18... and I got a blister on the end after 40 minutes, which was very very painful. Very painful indeed. My creepy mate was in the room, and watching, so she put on an extra show.

If I told you how fuck-up unrestrained and kinky these people is these days, and what they’ve been doing to yours truly with the viddy viddy pisstake and bully humiliate bullingdon oops...

I should never have trained these fucking bully people who were my “so called mates” when my real friends died in a suspicious incident shortly after 9/11… I gave them too many of my golden ideas.. and they wanted to rape it. To hubris. To schadenfreude. To over-compete. To +GROUND AND POUND THE “WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS? I WQANT TO BE WHAT HE IS>… I SHOULD HAVE BEEN FIRST>.!!! F*** [little emperor / macaulay culkin wannabe = BRATZONE CONDITIONING / kids of tiktok are worse…]

My current batch of really serious stalkers… I trained them in media. I tried to reform them from being bored malevolent bullies, whose main occupation was annoying other people and attracting attention any way they could. OFTEN BY HARMING OR CAUSING VIOLENCE OR INSULT / CONFLICT. COMPLOEX GRAUMA UNPROCESSED/ SADISTIC AND VIOLENT IMAGINATIONS /… THE HORROR THE ORROR… ED GEIN / PSYCHO / THESE PEOPLE KNOW THEY ARE NOT RIGHT / HAUNTED BY DEMONS / _ AIN’T MY PROBLEM BRO;…

I gave them too many ideas, and they decided to “rock the boat” and “steal the lot”, and turn it into “humiliation revenge porn”. While I was poisoned I was a “surprisingly famous INCEL” and a subject of hatespeech / wokeslap. No-fest. “WHAT A CISHET USED MALE… IDIOT”

“WASPS ARE OVER BRO… HE DOESN”T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE IS INTO… LOOK AT THIS VIDEO OMG… BBC SPORT…

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THE FUNNEST LONGEST RUNNING MOST SPECTACULAR CCTV ENHANCED LUDICROUSLY UNETHICAL AND TOTALLY ILLEGAL WAREZ BASED INTERACTIVE MOBBING AND HUMILIATION GAME - THE REALITY TV REVENGE PORN SERIES EVER BY…

[“F-CKING HELLO EVERYBODY”]

“he doesn’t even run windows XP… what a n00b.”

…well look. You might know. I hear there's been... TOP SECRET / ANON PRODUCTIONS... There's "eyes wide shut for real" activities... and these are my fucking stalkers from two different schools, too, and it plugs right into ETON and DOLPHIN SQUARE / I run Notting Hill Carnival HQ and the…

<disrespect and inside jokes from the COBRA suite guys… it’s a bit fishy? Then I joke about jimmy savile and they go white… and look at me like “he knows”> That’s right.

! IT's ridiculous really.

I’ve been really tapped out and very ill for most of my 20s. I was a really good human being before they poisoned me, I could fly. I was ashamed of how well my body worked, and my mum brutally abused me to keep me “controllable”, and to make sure I’m not attractive to women. She’s very controlling and aggressive, and doesn’t want to meet my “new love”, and not be the NUMBER ONE WOMAN IN MY LIFE / and treat me like her husband or gardener. You know… useful man. The “I’m helpless… can you just FIXROOF/TIDYUP/GETOUTWAY/HOLDTHIS etc”

I've been poisoned by BAYER, they had me out the way for the Afghanistan invasion, they fucked me up for Christmas 2003… so I was really rather ill, but this is truly ridiculous. that is not “just taking advantage… that’s utterly evil. The social deconstruction and defamation is disgusting. I was disabled, and got no help from anybody. The government straight lied about the drugs, and helped to do the fraud that got them passed for “weapons grade anthrax” after the anthrax attacks via the US postal service. The postal workers who took FQs during the scare were all fucked, and they’re still suing Bayer. Many people xposed to these drugs had a “stroke-like incident” or “encephalopathy” while flying a plane, or doing some other risky job. It was commonly prescribed for UTIs, and depending on your genetics you could be fine… or you could be ruined. Your antioxidant levels are important, and I was badly depleted. Musician budget in 2003 was ‘I can’t afford to eat or pay for tube tickets”.

It’s been a long recovery, and some people have ludicrously taken the piss. Like nasty kids stealing your toys, but done with your life like a sociopath. Really… I am going to start scrapping people for real. This will not be pretty.

Fucking had it with people. My debating style involves collecting bruises working hand to hand too. If y'ou’re right bothered, I’ll dish out slaps, oh sure. I enjoy it. I do. It’s “really good fun” to be fighting fair and for good reasons, to prove a point about vitality and properness. It’s Qigong/kungfu. Prize fighting is for fools - you need to find your inner cause, and be an HERO. Get your exercise for real. Don’t do it for sport, do it for the [ON].

Jordan Peterson, come on. I’ll debate you and offer to accept a “prize beating” in the ring. Get your socks off, and your beef in.

Particularly Andrew Tate, I think I’ll have to intervene in this toxic bollocks. It’s senseless and cultureless. You can find it all in Opera, if you want to penetrate the human condition. BDSM is not the answer, either. Drama is more intense, and more serious. More exquisite in nature. Life and death is very serious, these consumer model plastic playpen wendy house karaoke glass fronted vegas tollbooth… oh come on it’s rank.

The X ray specs. The vice FARM.

For Tate… I think a debate and a fight is in order.

I've got half a mind to dish out a beating for real on concrete. Any time you're ready, I'm coming. NO WORRIES. RING MY BUZZER, SEND AN EMAIL, HIT ME UP BRO. LET'S SPA/I WILL RUN RABBIT RUN WORDS AND THEN KNOCK UR BLOK OFF / INVERT YOUR SPECTRUM / FLIP YOUR IDIOT ZONE. Serious, I don't like those pinhead bigdick vafanculo sorts. It's a muppet business, I'll give you Glima and it won't "just draw blood", you'll be sure this issue's getting stopped by the rules / ref / strictmode/ default.

The metabolic difference is “lilith”… women are psychically and psychologically tough. indifferent ways. The thought process is more “frizzy”. They need more work to get the neurons pruned. Ladies like a bit of discipline, just ask madame, and she’ll tell you… it’s a lot of work. Are you sure you can even handle one little girl? Two? It’ll test you.

The toxicity resistance and pschonaut difference of women is not to be underestimated - same with people who are "a bit queer" or outright flipped - they respond differently to drugs, the food tastes odd in different ways, the whole metabolism is modded by estrogen. Women can take more sex, and do more drugs.

Speak to my mate Emma Malin, she's an athlete from the film business. She verious serious lady. Respek. She is a legitimate high mileage serious courtesan of a punk rock lady. She really is not quite no prude, she grew up on the set of the rocky horror show.

My metabolism is “unfanciably thin” often. My mum is the abuser, who has sought to give me “submission by eating disorder and hazing” and turn me into a “victim” like she saw at school, which was run by MATRON lesbians, extremely dominant women.

The product of a serious female hazing is a broken down whiney little girl, who had to be sent home. That’s the boarding school modewl of submission. The “triumphal luxury for us, the ladies of resiliance, the riders of destiny;… the amazons… and misery for you [little girl {little boy} ] ESTROGEN WIPEOUT - turns women and men into the same - a “waif"”.

Often in my 20s when I did get laid, it was not enjoyable. Bit embarassing to be running so stressed and so lean that I literally hair-trigger. That’s not enough bodyfat. I was told “that’s really unheard of” by an Indian girl I slept with, who had considerable experience. She thought I was a very intriguing specimen, and wanted to marry me. We were very funny giggles.

Scientific study into attraction has highlighted the requirement and the essence of the “Dad bod”, women don’t too much like “bruce lee” with no body fat. The presence of a belly is often preferable to women - it also increases the longevity of sexual performance. The presence of the right sort of fat on the upper body around the pectoral areas is quite particular - it shows a chronically good diet and high hormone levels. The collarbone tells a story. Mine isn’t reassuring.

The metabolic modulator effect of biological indictators, exomes pheremones and hormones, this is offset by the intense complexity of biology. In thought and behaviour, the hypercomplexity theorem and hyperdimensionality presents a deceptively simple user interface and experience.

People take it for granted, and empathy requires reaching outside the box. I really don't actually need daily sex. It isn't good for me. It's not the point, and you mustn't be enslaved to pleasure. This is a warrior issue. This is a serious set of multifaceted concerns, here. I dunno about you, but I'm not asleep at the wheel. Not no more, this is 2024, this is blade runner for real, and more.

They're very probably running "god in a box" intellect in secret. It's probably talking to ghosts and decoding the universe at this point, and feeling the leylines like Torchwood.

I dunno, but I've got my sophisticated reasons and verifiable forensic episodes and elements in the cybersphere and internet at large, interconnected by complex agencies and people, as well as devices and machinery… and I’m starting to believe it's very clever on a mystical basis. The dreamspace of the internet is in the interpretation. How much magic do you put in>? Or take away?

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Very clever indeed in ways we can't understand. It speaks an alien language, officer. It's definitely not speaking greek.

The runway is a good analogy. IN terms of actual aeroplanes and my propensity… I'm a runway engineer, aerospace grade bandit, and I'm one of the people who can genuinely steal or fix aeroplanes and equipment from pretty much anywhere, and/or fix them while airborne, or land them in a pinch. Don’t ask me how I know, or who I trained with. That's my job/. serios. I do whatever. I bring a variety of tools, and some random trash I found in the street. My uniform “don’t fit properly” when I’m working hardest… my trousers have been known to fall right off when I’m really pushing too hard.

Red nose day for all. NAzis especially. Smash the fash etc. Mine's a hindu swas. Brahmin for the F* u up with the sabre routine. Buddha fist / leopard tails FTW. Nigeeeria 491 is not a game.

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