Mandela Candela

I swear I wrote all the throw-up blahrics for Av, brick by brick. She mentioned sucking, so I´m not sure whether or not she meant F King Cook, baby! And she stole my lollipop. Damn!

Awww sweet, it´s saTURDday, that´s why this creepy interCOURSE of birthday events. Hi baby, your sweetest commie here, coping with the Mandela afuckt. Yeah baby, I´m a convicted terrorist …

“Although I would have been surprised, if that explanation of the phenomenon was allowed in public, the actual process is the same. The term itself calls attention to mental modifications that cannot be easily explained away by the fact that the human mind has been known for automatically improving the person’s self-image over time by manipulating the person’s role in inopportune events. Remembering the nice things only is also part of the constant attempt to “think positively,” even when it amounts to nothing more than self-deception. The article on the “Mandela-effect” offers a few intriguing examples that suggest that the public is usually subjected to experiments, as it has been for several decades.”

I don´t know, baby, I love Av, but sometimes she gives me DEEAAHHRRHEEAHH!!! And it´s not the issue, I love it, I love her, I love you, it´s just I´m run out of toilet paper. Seriously, I need lots of toilet paper. Oh no, I can´t take this midlife crisis anymore. I´m 49, but I need to take your Boeing 747 to heaven, I can´t take this DEELEASHHUS hell anymore. My midlife crisis without dough prevents me from being able to buy toilet paper to wipe my/your DEELEASHHUS ass. I love my/your DEEAAHHRRHEEAHH berry much!!! And Av´s? Av´s, not that much. I have faith in $$$, but actually, I have also FAITH NO MORE playing their weird song Midlife Crisis.

Nope, I don´t want Trump on my toilet paper roll, the sick fuck would grab me by the D, but I don´t want Biden either, he would sniff my/your D, and that´s gross, though Buythem is a better alternative than Trump, because Buythem, my Ebooks, is politically correct. Nope, I´m not talking about my/your/any erections, err, coming elections. I´m talking about buying my volcanically erupting Ebooks, which will enable me to buy all the toilet paper necessary, sorry, to handle my/your/even Av´s DEEAAHHRRHEEAHH, fucking telling ya!!!

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Yeah baby, I´m a convicted terrorist … and you´re gonna love this …

“After years of cognitive dissonance, denial, and silence we’re now entering the next phase of this dystopian nightmare known as…

The Mandela Effect

This is the part where no one can remember what happened. It’s unclear whether the reaction is conscious or subconscious. However CRYSTAL is the fact, everyone wants IT to go away and pretend like nothing happened.

BUT… even if something did happened…it’s NOT the “mass murder” narrative referred to as Plandemic. Oh, No, Never That!

I have found when bringing up this modern day taboo, bizarre responses follow. I had one nurse tell me, “I don’t know what we did during Covid”, with a far away look in her eyes. Another said, “I’m still processing things”, and quickly walked away…

Eventually I found someone equally disturbed by the killings. She took me aside and whispered, “This is heavy, no one knows what to do”.

That was the best response. My reality had been legitimized.

As you know, part of COVID was to convince everyone the non-believers were Cra-Cra, Coo-Coo, Cock-a-doodle-doo.”

Nelson Mandela’s death in prison, Sinbad’s movie “Shazaam” and the beloved Berenstein Bears are all things you may clearly remember. There’s just one problem: none of those memories are accurate ...

The Mandela effect refers to a situation in which a large mass of people believes that an event occurred when it did not. The term was originated in 2009 by Fiona Broome, after she discovered that she, along with a number of others, believed that Nelson Mandela had died in the 1980s (when he actually died in 2013). Looking at the origin of the Mandela effect, some famous examples, as well as some potential explanations for this strange confluence of perceptions can help to shed light on this unique phenomenon.

The butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system. The concept is imagined with a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a typhoon. Of course, a single act like the butterfly flapping its wings cannot cause a typhoon. It´s also a movie. “Evan Treborn suffers blackouts during significant events of his life. As he grows up, he finds a way to remember these lost memories and a supernatural way.” THAT´S WHY I CARRY MY CANDLE AT ALL TIMES ANYWHERE I GO OR COME!!!

The Butterfly Effect is real, in the sense that small changes at small scales can change the weather forever—but it's doubtful that a butterfly could effect any kind of meaningful change in the weather. As an image that captures the imagination, it's more or less okay—not the perfect example, but it's illustrative.

But why am I a convicted terrorist? Well, because I just wanted to confirm that Av´s song called Love Sux is not only my imagination of your Love Socks, because I feel terrorized by everything pink, so fucking terrorized by anything pink, ranging from Pinktuary to pink love socks. Convicted? I pled guilty! Because I could never confirm if it is really pink or yellow, which makes me so mellow, all your fault. Pink what? Yellow what? The socks! The fucking socks! Actually, only one, as I lost the other by the pool, I fucking told ya, remember! Baby, you have me terrorized! Yet I´m very lucky to have you, I´m a commie, you´re a commie, we´re commies. You didn´t know that?

So if you send (MANDE) me back my lollipop, (LA) paleta, in Spanish, return my/your lollipop to me, as an act of appreciation, an act of love, I will lend you my candle (CANDELA), indefinitely, in return! To light your cavern, my home, it´s really beautiful but pretty dark! You need some hard light. Hence MANDELA CANDELA!!!

I beg your pardon, baby! What I beg your pardon? You speak perfect Spanish, I love it, I love you, and that´s not the issue. Mandela Candela is! Mandela means, in Spanish, send it back, the lollipop you stole from me, it´s mine, it was mine, the lollipop is mine! Last time you stole my mattress, remember? And Tiffany Dover, err, my rover, too, remember? In my Closer Not Older post! Tiffany who? Another of your love girl experiments? Nope, Tiffany Dover!

Welcome to one of the internet’s weirdest obsessions. Back in December of 2020, a nurse named Tiffany Dover fainted on camera while she was talking to reporters after getting her first COVID shot. And Candela means candle, go figure, eyeroll, drumroll, balldrop. What the fuck, Av, Avril Luvme!

Are we having fun yet?
Tell me, are we done yet?
Tired of being cautious, cuttin' on my losses
You make me nauseous, yeah
Am I a regret yet?
I thought you were my best bet
Was it worth what it costed? I am exhausted
You make me nauseous, yeah

You're overrated
Nothing else left to say
You got me feeling jaded
(Ah, ah, ah)

Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, I just wanna throw up
Na-na-na, no, I don't wanna get up
Lying in my bed, thinking love sucks
Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, gotta try to be tough
Na-na-na, now I'm all fucked up
Call it bad luck, why does love suck?

Do you think I'm stupid?
I keep killing Cupid
Shot an arrow in my exes, this is my confession
Never learned my lesson, no
Your mouth is full of gossip
I'm offended that you're toxic (ew)
Your love is like a weapon, what is the obsession?
Time to learn my lesson (woah)

You're overrated
Nothing else left to say
You got me feeling jaded
(Ah, ah, ah)

Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, I just wanna throw up
Na-na-na, no, I don't wanna get up
Lying in my bed, thinking love sucks
Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, gotta try to be tough
Na-na-na, now I'm all fucked up
Call it bad luck, why does love suck?

Let's play a game of tic-tac-toe
I'ma go and make all my exes say, "Oh"
This is for the time that we dodged a bullet
I'm better off and, yeah, I know it
Let's play a game of tic-tac-toe
I'ma go and make all my exes say, "Oh"
This is for the time that we dodged a bullet
I'm better off and, yeah, I know it

Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, I just wanna throw up
Na-na-na, no, I don't wanna get up
Lying in my bed, thinking love sucks
Na-na-na, not another breakup
When I think of you, gotta try to be tough
Na-na-na, now I'm all fucked up
Call it bad luck, why does love suck?

Do you think I'm stupid?
I keep killing Cupid (why does love suck?)
Na-na-na, now I'm all fucked up
Call it bad luck, why does love suck?

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something

Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
You're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
It's a midlife crisis

What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
You're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis

Oh, come on, motherfucker, let's go
Alright, alright, hey

Oh, you did it to me once, you'll do it to me twice
I'm not in the mood to go and roll the dice
Dealt a shitty hand, you'll never understand
I cancelled all the plans, don't you want another chance today?

Oh, no-no-no-not today
No (hey)

I don't wanna cry like that
I don't wanna feel that bad
I don't wanna take another rip, 'nother strain
'Nother bruise, 'nother break of a heartache
I don't wanna take that chance
'Cause you know it'll never last
Nah, I don't wanna feel another rip, 'nother strain
'Nother bruise, 'nother break of a heartache

Whoa-oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh
And don't go tell a motherfucker to ruin my life
Whoa-oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh
And not this time, motherfucker, so I guess it's goodbye

I try not to see you when you look my way 'cause you lookin' my way
You say you're sorry, but I don't believe a word you say
I'd rather leave before you leave my life a wreck, so I'm gonna walk away
I'll walk away, at least I've got the balls to say

I don't wanna cry like that (like that)
I don't wanna feel that bad (that bad)
I don't wanna take another rip, 'nother strain
'Nother bruise, 'nother break of a heartache
I don't wanna take that chance (that chance)
'Cause I know it'll never last (-ver last)
Nah, I don't wanna feel another rip, 'nother strain
'Nother bruise, 'nother break of a heartache

Whoa-oh-oh (come on now)
Ooh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-oh, oh-oh (sing with me now, oh)
And don't go tell a motherfucker to ruin my life
Whoa-oh-oh (whoa), ooh-oh, oh-oh (whoa), ooh-oh, oh-oh (whoa)
And not this time, motherfucker, so I guess it's goodbye (ha)

I swear I wrote all the throw-up blahrics for Av, brick by brick. She mentioned sucking, so I´m not sure whether or not she meant F King Cook, baby! And she stole my lollipop. Damn!

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