Chey’s Lounge

Feeling sporadic tonight. 

Thinking about the elites. Thinking about how pathetic the masses are and how we deserve to be spoken about like cattle. We just do whatever these sickos say day after day. We enrich and serve them. They find us disgusting, pathetic, and not even beneath them, on a totally different level we can’t even be compared to them. Maybe we are idiots for not being like them. Sucks if y oh weren’t born into the club. 

Thinking about how Epstein was essentially a frontline or department manager. Thinking about how it feels like he didn’t have a total monopoly on old money billionaires. Makes me think there’s someone out there catering to the ultra-elite. 

I’m thinking about energy right now. What do they know about it? Do objects hold energy? Where does it come from? Any living thing, or just people? Is innocent energy more valuable? What are they trying to accumulate energy for? Is it all just about power?

Like I guess I get why people are out there stealing, scheming, and scamming. It’s hard. 

People love symbolism. That’s why I believe they leave us little bits of information. They get off on doing things right in our faces. 

They fear us. They must. Why else spend all this time and energy dividing us. They don’t fear us enough to lie poorly, but enough to keep up some sort of illusion. 

We follow the rules they make annoying for us and easily circumventable for them. 

How much of our information has been perverted by the perverts. 

I’m worried about that rogue lab in Nevada.