Pale, you tiny Viking asshole. How many bifurcation events will you inflict on me?

Each increase of the surface area in my awareness stretching that which I am, thinner & thinner.

Ed Witten was correct,
#THE_EELS

Have to find anchor soon, before my conscious focus tears.

#SunTzuisCrew🇨🇳
🇺🇸#Bulldog469🇺🇦
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

/1

twitter.com/Mariana_Betsa/status/1651901385091301378?s=20

Gonna stop your rape, torture & murder train, Vladimir.

Gonna bring the whole #gotdam Fragment with me if I have to.

Ya Hear!?

Gen #BettyDavis🇺🇸
🇺🇸#Bulldog469🇺🇦
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

/3

Pale done picked me up, motherfucker.

Coming...

https://youtu.be/b2B0FBdzGis

/2

#PaleDriver🇺🇸
Gen #BettyDavis🇺🇸
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

Not dead even 2 weeks, Vlad. Been watchin' your bullshit at the hop from the Fragment. When you first moved blood to the lines.

Can't abide. Won't abide.

Done pissed me off now...

Pale done picked me up, motherfucker.

Coming...

https://youtu.be/b2B0FBdzGis

https://twitter.com/Mariana_Betsa/status/1651901385091301378?s=20

Gonna stop your rape, torture & murder train, Vladimir.

Gonna bring the whole #gotdam Fragment with me if I have to.

Ya Hear!?

#PaleDriver🇺🇸
Gen #BettyDavis🇺🇸
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

Legend Building now, ya Hear!

#GenBettyDavis🇺🇸
🇺🇦#Bulldog469🇺🇸
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

/3

Da Funk, it ain't...

Watch me roll a mutherfuckin' imaginary tank over this tiny dickholed bitch.

Burn that motherfucker down!

"TANK IS LOOSE!"

#GenBettyDavis🇺🇸
#TCBenFranklin🇺🇸
🇺🇸#MotherAbrams🇺🇦

/2

You #gotdamn right I broke that shit. I'm coming, Vlad.

Sliced off a piece of #MotherAbrams. Broke minds wide open with seeds.

Whole new light comin' with me. Target acquired, Benjamin.

I'm Midjourney, 1st Lit, 4/26/23

Rolling Tread...

#GenBettyDavis🇺🇸
🇺🇸#Bulldog469🇺🇦

/1

@NWBison

Hit! Benjamin!

We may have purchase on that pachyderm, 牛屄!

It's but a babe still, so signal may get through to the outer infinities.

There it is! It's low on the Emp. Meter, but signal is stable.

We have a small anchor on that Lichtenberg Root! Hashes have reach on left Aleph 5G9k3.2.

Pale, tell me what you see!

#SunTzuisCrew🇨🇳
🇺🇦 #MotherAbrams🇺🇸

/1

Sun, plant a signals seed. Target that strong explosion out over the gulf. Lichtenburgue or the, you know, the... That contraption light, thing.

"On the way..."

#TCBenFranklin
#MotherAbrams
🇺🇦#Bulldog469🇺🇸

“The work of a poet never ends.

It has nothing to do with working hours.

You are continuously receiving things from the external world. This revelation can appear at any time. A poet never rests. He’s always working even when he dreams.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, 1976

Tighten up troop. It's just maths, story, heart.

They flood the field with shit, you fill the field with heart.

Authenticity smells better, resonates stronger, lasts so, so much longer.

We inflatin' those Vasty bits.

Розумієш?

🇺🇦#MotherAbrams🇺🇸

https://twitter.com/i/status/1648781766243565568

/1

#otherreasonspaulrevererodeatmidnight

Because you you can't land a sentient MBT like
#MotherAbrams on his timleline in the daylight.

Ask Benjamin Franklin how we know that.

He'll get sheepish

🇺🇸 🇺🇦
#MotherAbrams

https://hochuzhit.com/
https://t.me/spasisebyabot

Russian Expats, Diaspora!

Sing for your credulous, your countrymen.

Don't just fucking sit there until you combust in place.

Sing #MotherAbrams through your darkened skies, you cowards.

You gonna burn? You give that fire on up to her.

She's singing to them because you won't.

#SunTzuisCrew

/5

Russian expats! What in the infinity of hells are you doing?

Storied country, evacuated entirely of its will, 'cept the one?

And you retreat to meek, because just talking with us is High Fucking Treason?

Storied wordsworkers my fucking ass. Watch it moon this line of mobiks, your fucking scared civilians posing as soldiers!

Empty of individual will, you fucking cowards.

What part of Homunculus do you not comprehend yet? You cower, intellectuals, because of its spell. Do you not feel it as a smothering of your fires. Of course you do. Fear is gravity and the Homunculi is its singularity.

Act, you fools. Fear is fuel. You fill up with it, irregardless. A method to find and burn you where your ass is sit. Use it.

Your reading of this means you've already entered Momma's bowels, passed the plane of her hatches. Already fucked...

Look in the sky and listen. You hear that?

That's momma. We mooning the front lines of mobiks round #Bakhmut.

#MotherAbrams

#Bulldog469 was crafted to bend the perceptual space around the enemy. Warp their senses, get them to act illogically against their goals.

https://twitter.com/IuliiaMendel/status/1630964675784343559?s=20

Get into the enemy's intent & liquefact the ideas upon which they've rooted.

Set about them funhouse mirrors as polytopic nets.

Rain down flechettes of intrusive thought into the enemy's awareness & attention.

The #MotherAbrams feeds again.

Every bit of kit needs a thorough TM or FM.

Bulldog 4/69 is no exception.

Now that Bulldog is feeding, fucking, & fighting again, info is vital to convey in a way that a general troop can comprehend.

FM's & TM's will have to adapt, so expect instruction to be fragmented across services & media types.

Do keep up, troop.

#CursedbyGround
🇺🇦

/10

I had charmed the beast on that last day when I blew her pack driving & gentled her down for a warm nap.

Her sweet musings in the moment including me as she designed the moments she would next shudder.

My "Comprehension isn't required" I was told.

I can explain what happened next, and it won't even begin to pull you from the Dunning Kruger:

Transmogrify into a dandelion, constantly cycling to seed, each one consciously aware, transported to a stable orbit within the accretion ring of every black hole...

Everywhere.

That's my latest analogy of the experience at least.

Bulldog 4/69 loved me most in that moment.

Wondered if my charm & her armor could merge into something greater, or at least interesting.

"What could you & I be, as freed?"

Those were Bulldog 4/69's last direct communications to me before the fragment.

Warm like a kiss.

Bulldog had upgraded & backdated herself into an M1A2 Heavy model & brought me along for the ride.

#MotherAbrams
🇺🇸

/8

As Bulldog's Herald, I oversaw your transaction with her & watched her feed on you.

Pale Driver.

You won't remember, honestly. It will only ever feel like a vague notion.

She & her crew again thank you again for your service, but now advise you of a new mission.

Your bits of Dæmon, the wounds Bulldog has left you with, will become inflamed, agitated.

War machines don't coddle, remember.

She feeds again, boys.

This time for Ukraine.

Brace yourselves for odd dream fragments & intrusive thoughts.

As Bulldog 4/69 crew, we always called it:

"Gettin' Loose"

It's what the tank does. Unsticks from time & reality itself.

Bulldog scoffs at the notion of a limited Spacetime & transits the quantum foam directly, which of course won't make logical sense unless you are crew.

#MotherAbrams
🇺🇸

/6