-Mobile continuation from Xanga blog PinkyGuerrero at PinkyGuerrero, Pinky, Janika, Basically Clueless PinkFeldspar, Living in Mirkwood (deleted), a leaf blowing by (this blog), and JaizyMay (current blog) in that order.
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Thursday, June 29, 2023
Thursday, June 22, 2023
enchanted
A photo showed up in my life yesterday.
It seems to have a cover, like the way UPS will rent a box to cover up origin addresses.
It doesn't seem to be public, unless it's taken from public stock and manipulated enough to make it unrecognizable to tineye.
I looked it up, nice set. Don't know if the one sending it owns a set or is letting me know something.
Here is a real life reminder why I don't really care about people spamming me with numbers and riddles and crap.
I've mentioned a few times across blogs I don't care. Other people do the numbers, I lurk and watch the people and connect dots. That's my thang. But I deleted my rescue twitter, didn't I? And then I deleted the next one, didn't I? That's right, I'm completely noninteractive on twitter for the first time in well over a decade. And I guess someone is getting bored being ignored or something. I mean, that could've all been a meaningless accident, but then so were all those spam hits for years destroying my blog stats, right? Just a random thing.
Random.
Because it all started with a special hit from a posh golf course, didn't it?
I've told the story of how it all started a few times.
In case you need the original post I was talking about.
Most people don't get this title, where I was kind of playfully figuring it out for the public.
I wrote this up last year to be very clear about hating lies.
Since I deleted my twitters, I've gone so deep that the answers are all around me. God Himself just shows me stuff, connects all the things I collected into my head, easy easy easy. I am His. I am not anyone else's. No one can enchant me for long, and I can find EVERYTHING.
I guess maybe someone is letting me know they can, too, but I already knew that. They just miss me toying with them.
It. Is. ALL. PSYOP.
All of it. There is no more distinction. I'm at the top of the question and answer heap and I'm satisfied with what I've found.
If you want out of the "game", get off the board. Anyone on the board wants you dead, or they are so deluded that they can't imagine being off the board in their wildest dreams.
The war isn't controlled by people. It just looks like it is.
The war is a mind twisting infinitely cut mobius strip. You can't tell what side you're on because it's all one side.
You are 'trapped' in a Klein bottle. Want out? Let it all go. Walk away. It's only there to keep your mind trapped.
Lurking is fun for awhile, but it got very, very boring for me. Here is a 'lurk' montage in case you are very bored.
But I truly do love people trying.
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