This is a good one sweetheart …

If you are a Christian, you should know:

  1. Artificial intelligence does not establish the WORD or TRUTH.
  2. The Blockchain does not establish the WORD or TRUTH.

The Lord in Heaven establishes TRUTH and the WORD that represents IT.

Or, there is no God and no truth and no point for words or intelligence or more chains that tie us down.

By 2030 …

“This advancement positions Google as a leader in the quantum field, even as some experts believe commercial uses are still years away, likely around 2030.”

(sure)

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/googles-willow-processor-threat-bitcoin

By 2030, ROBOT HAIRDRESSERS will own diesel pickups and eat cheese-chicken and vibro-corn …

By 2030, the STATE of ISRAEL will begin bombing the MOON. They will have declared a sacred zone, and spread Hamas to its craters, and then the space bombing begins … later they will open the first porn studio on the MOON, and no one will ask pesky questions …

By 2030 the MCRIB sandwich will be 1.3% pig, and the rest is crushed concrete and metal shavings and broken glass and wood chips and rotten MEXICAN style salsa …

By 2030, STROBIS-LORD JIM builds his time tunnels to ALDOUS-PRIME. His jergen-camp is established upon the desert lands of JABAZ, and many a swail-burden will fall by the wayside as SCOOP-RANGERS hunt the boovula-kites and dingus-hounds …

By 2030 Yul Brynner will have established himself as the ULTIMATE WARRIOR. Sure, he’d been dead for a while, but he was REHYDRATED and CRiSPRD back into existence … new kinds of body oils will be injected into his loins and NYC will be his …

By 2030, one cup of coffee will cost $2.3 billion … and you’ll pay, because BONUS … they’ll start adding cocaine …

YOU ARE …

You are Mexican, I am Japanese.

You are German, I am Spanish and Greek.

You are a STAR TRAVELER from QUADRANT-4, I am the general that chases you and fires his torpedoes into your wild land dreams.

You are tired … getting tired …. more fucking tired every day.

I am startled, by your footsteps, I hear you fall and then I call:

“HEY THERE SCRUMBO? ARE YOU DEAD?”

And there is no sonic residue, and some van comes by to take your body to the dumps near Fall City.

I am remembered by the lost.

You are forgotten by the remembered.

YOUR CHARM THIS WEEK WILL LEAD TO BENEFITS …

Sayonara …