I hope it’s man mammary glands

Do want!

do you want your name on my mammary glands first? is that what you want?

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Sure, why not?

male reproductive organ on mammary glands pls

Oh right. About this time travel ****, using the internet to break the time barrier isn’t such a safe method of time travel after all. It actually presents a worse danger than being worried about losing a single individual in the past. See, tampering with time creates strain on reality as it relates to order being broken and restructured. Sending a single person back in time isn’t so bad; reality can easily compensate apparently. But compare the instance of a single man being sent into the past vs hundreds of thousands of data packets attempting to change history being sent from several sources converging at a single point in time and generating conflicting “do” and “do not” commands “does happen” and “does not happen” events and you’ve got a giant ****ing mess on your hands.

Now here’s the bad part of all this meddling: with so many forces vying to control it, the strain will become critical enough to break time itself and fragment reality. The very concept will become so corrupted it will be meaningless and reality will have discard time as a matter of survival (survival as in continuing to make sense). Read that again and consider a place where time has no meaning; there is no future nor a past. The people (creatures more likely) living in it are ****ed up living in some sort of stasis with no connection to a past, present, or future as we know it. Ok, well it does but its very confused (one of many confusing ‘yes but no’ paradoxes) where they actually do have a past but have been disconnected from it so if they can even conceive what a past is its all a big to them.

That’s dreamtime jluk. Its a funky kind of pseudo reality that apparently exists but operates on a different set of rules. The most notable being its a place where time has no meaning but there are vestiges that it once existed.

Time is what I’m after here. Defining it. The world is a very big place with lots of different kinds of people living on it. Despite these racial differences there is a strange cultural phenomenon that indicates the world isn’t as big as it seems. There are cognates. I’ll pick on Japan to prove my point. In Japan there were dudes called samurai. If you study the samurai culture and are well read in western culture, you’ll notice a striking similarities between them and european knights. In philosophy, purpose, and appearance. Any one of you ****s are free to argue with me and tell me I’m wrong, but I know what I see. Samurai are Japanese knights. They even do silly visually punny **** like put moon decorations on their silly hats.

Yeah, so, to reiterate time is what I’m after here. I’m picking on Japan again. The Japanese concept of time is different from the west’s. The Japanese year is based on their emperor. Their concept of year is based on who is ruling and what # year of his rule it is. Compare to the west when its the year 20XX. But wait a second. The western calendar year is also based around a person. Someone religious folks consider to be a king. The king of kings. That’s right: Elvis. And supposedly he’s dead. But its the 20XXth year of his ‘rule’ from the grave, and like Elvis there are all these myserious magical sightings of him. Isn’t that ****ed up? Its like the east and west are two sides of the same coin. Sounds kinda Baldr to me a little. Almost like perhaps somewhere Sisyphus has been unsuccessfully trying to roll a Baldr up the burial mound of the REAL Baldr for the past 20XX years. That perhaps Cronus is real and he’s continually trying and failing to usurp Chronos, a man who truly is time personified because we use him to define what year it is.

You know what? I know I’m right about this internet being used to travel time ****. And I’ll tell you something about it. There’s an inherent risk in transmitting data packets through time when there are other groups trying to do the same thing. It deals with the shotgun principal. Shotgun principal is what 419 scams work on, a 419 scammer spams a ****ton of mail like buckshot knowing it increases his odds of successfully hitting a sucker. Its like the spread gun in Contra. The more bullets you **** out over a wider area, the more likely you are to hit something; its why the spread gun is so awesome in Contra. The inverse can happen too: the more packets you **** out, the more likely they are to be intercepted. And this is what’s kinda going on. There’s a big over influence spanning the ages. It explains the goofy activity I encountered in the hospital where certain people were letting me know they were ****ing spying on me some of them letting me know they’ve been doing it for quite some time. They’re all religious. The worst being Russian Jews claiming to be notRussian (1st rule of X club is you are not X). All lookin for Jesus I presume. That doesn’t make sense to me. That a religious organization claiming to worship God and/or Jesus has to resort to espionage and infiltration to find that meal ticket they believe is a free ride to a better place. Yah, some people are that base and ugly and they’re so stupid and desperate for Jesus, they’d get me confused with him. I’m no Jesus. Meeting these people kind of makes me believe Jesus is a bad thing. Makes me kinda think the anti-christ is a good guy cuz thats what he would be if Jesus turned out to be evil which apparently he is based on the behaviors and methods of the idiots who believe in him so bad. I don’t like these people. Nobody should. Why did Jesus die so these bastard ****wits could continue ****ing things up for themselves and everyone else?

The other danger in using data transmission to **** with the past is it produces a psychological side effect of dementia where people have trouble keeping track of their memories and can’t keep details straight. Like people calling me Kevin. (****ing stop that, I’m not kevin.) So I guess I’ve got a good memory and that ability might even explain why the Army poisoned me with mercury (I think that’s what someone attempted to do with my last anthrax shot, cuz I got real sick and experienced mercury poisoning related symptoms) and probably drugged me with something else later on. Shoulda put a bullet through my head instead, that at least would’ve gotten rid of me.

Oh, and I guess I should also add that dreamtime is a screwy place and its a good idea to stay the hell out, but nobody seems to listen to what I say anyway.

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