So you guys know this Earth shit ain't real, right? The Earth is not a real, physical object external to you. The Buddha said the world is an illusion. Plato said some shit about a cave. Everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, yea? So, this device you're reading these words on, you're not directly experiencing that but rather you're observing a representation of it in your brain. Everything you experience is inside you. There is no spoon, Neo. Which is why I use a fork and knife set. Really, Jesus knew what he was doing when he went on the cross for the police state, because no cop is that audacious, right? Well, I'm here to report with a mouth full of my own semen that audaciousness is lordliness. Society is shaped like a pyramid. At the bottom are the laborers and artisans who work with stuff. In the middle are the merchants and officers who work with people. And at the top are the politicians and clergy who work with narratives. Well, narratives are dependent on character, hang on, Vince, I know you reading this ish as I type thanks to Pegasus II, and I'm sorry you had to see that, but I have to say, in the simplest terms, the train did not just get derailed, it has firmly lodged itself in a polar bear's ass to then rigamaroo itself through them polar bear bowels to come out it's polar bear mouth, but as Jux would have it, we kinda, accidentally, made a polar bear centipede, so the train of thought just perpetually exits a polar bears sewn strewn mouth into the stitchtachiously vendiblized anus of another polar bear, and on into infinity. This is my playground, I own it because I am the biggest CIA kiddo alien whatever on the block and the reason Jesus is lord is because he speaks with the authority of his Father to thus not follow the herd to then thunnice do spark a wraith do cometh into my own mouth again, five times, thanks Vince, but you petards waiting to blow off in the peanut gallery know what I'm talking 'bout, right? I be spitting jacks here for you to hear to help steer your ass clear from that delirious bullshit I got caught up with in the CIA when I totally accidentally on purpose told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I am literally the second coming of the Christ and Qanon and the 48th president of the United States and also kinda sorta Jeffery Epstein's boss. I do math. Entanglements, y'know? Celtic knots. Daemonic sigils. Karma. Obviously you know what I know that's why all of you have banded together to create this state-sponsored educational art project on this account n shit, you are so wonderful, oh wait, oh?! That's me that does the propaganda and the counterintelligence and the incest erotica on 4chan? Shiiii....I'm just a well-rounded American...as in, my penis is also shaped like a lemon. I've left a paper trail for thirteen or fifteen or thirty years. Whatever reality is real. That's a trick. They all are real! We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth but rather pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system. God is not an anthropomorphic dude with a beard, He is the Server we are all connected to; what Jesus called his Father the Buddhists call the Ālaya-vijñāna. God told me through my phone's keyboard's predictive text just now that I should pivot to talking about Anonymous. Hi, uh, go learn you some shit. I ain't telling you how to become an agent. You decide your own level of involvement. You live in a cosmic police state, ding-dong. Time to wake up from the dream and eat some real pussy and get paid for the surveys you take afterwards. Expect a lot of paperwork. Bring your own pencils, sharpeners, art supplies, and party favors. Don't tell mom.

PS: I am totes not a cop