My beloved Kindle. I left it at the dog park. It’s gone.

@elonmusk @teslaownersSV Definitely a time to be alive 😆

@Victorshi2020 Very interesting prospective

@elonmusk @WholeMarsBlog There are so many data brokers that he does not need the government to tell him your SSN. These brokers sell just about everything about a person down to the time you go to sleep. Just some old clueless people talking nonsense again.

@elonmusk @IanJaeger29 Yeah it does

@GuntherEagleman @elonmusk

@elonmusk That’s insane

@elonmusk Why did the slave owners get such a large enrichment? Seems like once slavery was over, the slaves deserved compensation for their labor.

Remember how mad people were at how Elon bout Twitter? Well why are some them so silent amongst all the thievery being discovered. Classic case of cognitive dissonance.

@4Mischief A classic.

@TexasRepublic71 Awwww!!!

RT @alifarhat79: Elon Musk after finding out he can shave $4T instead of the $2T he initially estimated due to the massive fraud that was b…

One thing we must be cognizant of is that people will tear down a whole nation and destroy all planetary civilizations just so that they can never lose control over the narrative. Their control is global and has been unchecked for a very long time. They’d stop at nothing to be forever known as the party of good even though they practice satanic rituals and engage in the worst forms of human trafficking and abuses known to man. Pray for the souls who have lost their lives in the organ harvesting plants, the ones still bound in the dens of iniquity and the ones who involuntarily support & fund this seditious group of rascals.

This administration is hitting the ground running!! 🏃🏾‍♀️

@elonmusk I’d think it’s about 50%. In reality it’s probably closer to 60%. There’s literally no way things cost anywhere near what the government claims they need to complete something.

@lynsuefa @WhyCarnivore Yes. It’s labeled grass fed cow butter.

When I was younger I also used to have this vivid dream of marrying a magician. He had these magical eggs 🥚 that would roll around town and people would hop in and out of them. Sometimes they’d go deep underground into a large egg crate of sorts and gossip about all the things they had done. Every now and then a goose or a joker would pop out of one of them. It was spectacular. Sometimes an egg would thrust itself off a cliff and the other eggs would marvel at the site then produce more eggs to take the lost eggs place, always better than before. He was a magician who flew around in an invisible plane, and poof he’d be right before your eyes in one second poof gone again. He’d do all types of disappearing acts with himself, cards and coins. His greatest talent was mastering those mysterious eggs. And then one day someone wrote a tell all exposing the secrets and saying how it wasn’t magic at all just a slight of eye. We were both saddened and disappointed at the jeers we got both alike. He didn’t stop the book of secrets from coming out, but he very well could have. After that, he’d perform for me in a dark theatre; I was the only person sitting in a seat. Each performance got better and better. It was really unbelievable feats he had accomplished. I told him to show the world these amazing accomplishments but he declined by saying these were things this world has demonstrated they don’t deserve to see. I don’t really remember how we left the planet, but my magic inclined son was there and the people who remained behind thought it to be some smoke & mirror disguise. I want to say that people of that planet eventually turned into subhuman Neanderthals, or maybe that’s what they seemed like when looking back.

When I was younger, I had this wild dream that I had a baby and when it came out, things started to levitate in the room. There was a man in the corner with his hand on his chin watching, presumably the father, and he ordered them to seal the birth and he walked off with the baby. I started screaming for them to bring me back my child and they fastened me to the bed and injected me with something for me to calm down. Eventually somewhere at some time he brought me back the baby because it started to become blue. It’s like me and the baby were experiencing extreme bouts of sadness at the same time. I think had it not been for that, my baby would’ve grown up in a laboratory or something. When he brought back the baby, the people surrounding this man slowly began to turn on him and we had to flee their snare through subterranean tunnels. Each time there was a fork in the road, I’d put my hand on my head to see the correct path. Until there was a road with many pathways. I turned to my mother and asked her to pray, and she pointed a path out that first seemed completely wrong but was the right one to take. They weren’t able to dissect, poke and prod my baby like those similar to him in the past. He had autonomy. I had three souls inside me, two girls one additional boy. Each soul carefully curated with various unique gifts that I could feel them crafting as they grew inside. I can’t say how much time passed but we did leave the planet alive. The vessel we left in initially resembled a rocket we know now, but once outside of the plant we were on orbit , the craft turned into something we can’t even imagine. It looked and felt like a planet but moved like a shooting star or some rapid speed spacecraft. My Dad used to call these my fever dreams. But that dream felt so incredibly real, I’d wake up in a panic. Stayed with me my whole life.