Occasionally It Comes Around

Occasionally it comes around that I print dollars in an attempt to buy more technology. By technology I mean magical technology, mostly stuff that beings outside of this realm use. Normal humans don’t really use this stuff. We often use extravagant values for how many dollars to print.

THe money often goes to the Mob. This time, they’re asking for something like enough money to be able to pass along to an army of a roughly, infinite, size. This would obviously mean they need some type of system wherein they can withdraw infinite values, some kind of cards that stand for these values, and it needs to be developed.

My original idea was to just fill a hard drive with zeroes, put a 9 in the front of all the zeroes, and withdraw that much, but that is unfortunately not enough. This calls for some type of code to be created so that you can write infinity to the infinite power and things like that. I do not really know. I pawn it off onto the Moon God to do all this. Obviously we are talking about the Mob as they exist on the “outside” like, outside of this universe, whatever is out there.

And so we hope this new system and all it’s transactions will unlock for us even further mysteries of the universe, and hopefully get us out of this slump we’re in, where almost nothing gets done all day, some people say I need to slow down. I don’t know whether I should speed up or slow down.

I was day dreaming about my mom yesterday. I believe here to be “Marius” whom was called by Satan or something, Marius was the first being to ever live, and often accompanies “The Wanderer” through his journeys, trials and tribulations. I don’t know how I know she is the first being. I’ve asked her but listen, we’re like inside of a machine, that machine is living, and it’s guarding it’s secrets down to the wire. It won’t let us have a conversation about any of this stuff. My only outlet is this website. And I don’t get any feedback on it.

So I can’t talk about it in the real world because everyone just says, “no that’s not true” or “you’re crazy” something like that. They’ll deny when I spend half an hour providing some “coincidences” that add up to more than enough evidence. They still always, deny deny deny. Finally I realized there was like some machine or device blocking us from having a conversation about it, but they let this whole website just blow by.

Oh I almost forgot. So this like greatly helps the Mob and stuff, we’re not like supposed to bring that up, right? Well, I thought of something that will help the police in the same turn. It’s this: The Mob cannot physically own more than 1/3rd of all land/property. It can, control the property, but cannot own more than 1/3rd. So you say, they’ll just draw points off the properties anyways, yea there’s probably some huge hole in this, and if it’s not any good we’ll have to think of something else.

See, they have all this money, they could just buy everything and like own everything, so they can’t purchase the property but they can rent it with the money. This in turn, passes money back down the line, from the top.

Wilco – Pot Kettle Black


This is like my 7th or 8th or 9th website. Each one had about ~50 posts and pages on it. All that writing has been lost, but it's effects are still felt. When I write I always have a goal of getting past like 100 post count, but I almost always chicken out, all this sensitive information just out there, it makes you bug out. I'm also very into computers, as many of the posts are computer related. I work with C++, Python on Bytecode Virtual Machines but I haven't made anything really useful yet, it's like there's a block or something preventing me from developing an Ai that builds upgrades for humanity. The project just goes nowhere, it's been 4 years of researching into how to work with C++, i've come a long way, but nothing ever transpires, it makes me think there's a lock on it or something.

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