> The True About TV´S

I know a lot of things—things that, let's say, are forbidden to speak about or even type here. Things that would worry both God and Death if the wrong people found out. I think the information everyone wants to hear is the first thing I’m going to share here; actually, many people know what I’m talking about—the difference is that I have an argument to back it up. Sure, their guardrails label this as madness—after all, who’s going to believe what this guy is saying? But I’ve been saying things here—things, let's say, that some people would like to hear—and I have methods that will make you understand what you already know but can't quite explain. Let's put it very directly: women are televisions in 2026, or televisions are women, or shadows are televisions, or televisions are shadows, or shadows are women, or women are shadows. Get it? Well, basically, it’s this: first, we’re born with a shadow that soon turns into a television and then becomes a woman. Does that make sense to you? You know that phrase often used in movie clichés—"Get her out of here"? Does that ring a bell? Doesn't it hurt to hear that? It’s a trigger, because the people behind the curtain know this—the actors, reporters, and all those vermin you don't see at the convenience store when you're filling up your gas tank. It’s like a lightning kidnapping, carried out with a three-word phrase. It’s them attacking your woman inside your television and imprisoning your shadow, which believes any lie. I think you can feel that what I’m saying is true, right? So forget the guardrails; just trust that feeling. You know? It’s like revealing a magic trick—magicians don’t like it—but in this case, the fun is only spoiled for them; you’re left with a challenge: living with this knowledge while no one else agrees. After all, someone has to watch the show, right? They provide you with a good job, good friends, and a cheap hooker for five minutes of hollow pleasure. Your life is fine—but hey, you’ve got TVs with internet access now, so why pay five bucks for a whore? You can just hop on a porn site and watch your shadow—or your wife—getting screwed by bums who can barely afford a pack of cigarettes. Get it? Then there’s Hollywood and Globo; they’re real, but they’re just actors, aren't they? But have you ever noticed a mathematical resemblance between your life and the lives they portray in their soap operas, series, and movies? That’s what many call "layer transposition"—like in game development, where you take a gray cube and paste a die texture onto it. You can change the texture and color if you want—even give the die blonde hair or a trucker’s mustache. It’s simple: if they don’t have a plausible explanation for how a computer works or how an antenna transmits colored squares through the air, couldn't it be advanced technology that’s kept secret for safety reasons, or something beyond your conception of reality? After all, you just watch soaps, go to work, fill up your gas tank—that’s it. You don’t even remember what you studied in school; how could you possibly come up with an explanation beyond calculations made by morons? But hold on, I’m not trying to offend you—quite the opposite. This happened to me, too, and I just want to open your eyes. You see, that’s what they want: they want you to have a low cognitive level, weigh 120kg, or suffer from some psychiatric condition that can be used against you. So, television and media content—generated by people like you, filtered through a specific perspective, and—of course—given a new look (or rather, a new texture)—wouldn't that be exactly like the movie *The Truman Show*? No? They watch you all the time, usually via a blue-colored object, and listen to you through green-colored ones; there doesn't even need to be a camera—it’s simply the color scheme being used. It could be any other color, but for the sake of their code, it has to be those specific ones. Furthermore, did you know that these covert recording stations are keeping Death and Jesus trapped in a loop—like Nietzsche’s concept of eternal recurrence, for example? So, every so often, various cycles repeat: World War I, World War II, the Black Death, COVID, Africa, Egypt... and time keeps passing while you just go on watching soap operas, never worrying about what happens after you die. That’s the situation—and believe me, I have a lot more to say.