Category: Blog

A New Beginning

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

Not much to say here, you all have witnessed and seen the story unfold on the likes of X and Instagram recently.

I’ll be taking a less active role there, especially on X. Instagram is definitely the go to place to keep in touch with Timothy’s *real fan base*.

Be blessed this Sunday, thankful for your life and those whom you share it with every day.

I’ve removed some of the nonsense in between, namingly the individual I was in a feud with over on X (whom I have high suspicion is someone from my past and that I know *a little too well*) and also some events surrounding my living condition last year.

I wish to refocus on the days to come, a new positive outlook for 2025 and a more concise and “to the point” of my life experience coupled with living with having been blessed by Timothy himself in our brief encounter with each other last year.

May the Gods bless you and shine eternal light into your life, heart and soul and those whom you hold close.

~Phil

I still love you Timothy

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

Sleep finally you say go to bed and I concur.

It’s your sweet smile Timo, you haven’t gone anywhere. This is the most romantic thing I’ve done. I’m going to make galleries of what I’ve collected over the last year of you, here.

I can’t live without you.

You really are the only one for me…

I can’t wait to meet you again one day.

Just to give you my heart all over again.

💋💜✌

That’s an infinite loop I don’t mind being stuck in.

~P

I ran for the hills.

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

Seeing through the deception of social media, of what I was seeing especially on X was all a fiction or some eerie shit going on in the world right now.

I’m truly done, I am unsure when that account will be firmly purged, 30 days, a year or immediately because he knew I was a threat to him and wanted to desperately get away from him manipulating my thoughts with his AI and how his feeds work, how many fake accounts are really out there and more I was witnessed.

A walled garden, there was a term for it in the 90’s and it’s been emphasized by more of these borders humanity throws up.

I reject you using my data, I request and excise my right to be forgotten by your systems — especially those who feed into AI.

Get out of my fucking mind (I need to turn off this transceiver in my head I feel was implanted by ‘others’).

Get out of my fucking reality.

They all thought I’d be the next Bill Gates

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

That’s what they said, my mother further elaborated to remind me what the school was trying to do for me. To arrange for Mr. Gates himself to follow me through my education, connect with me.. whatever. My father apparently would not consent for something I obviously would have loved back in the 90’s.

That school, it could have been viewed as child labour at the time. I loved fixing the computer lab instead of my studies, I loved fixing the computers instead of hanging out with the most cruel group of youngsters I ever grew up with. I used to love hanging with my teachers instead. I loved you for what you fostered in me Ms. Lazowski. I blanked on your name until just now, I still wonder if you’re still out there being vice principal, I’d imagine you are retired now.

~P

Faith

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

Just taking my time over at mama’s, hope to come home later to be able to do more for my own interests other than having to be serving others interest; be constantly questioned or told what to do with myself.

I love you Timothy…. I’m forging that own path of my own as someone said akin to your own determination in life.

The new cane I hope to “Wonka-ify” soon. It feels *great* to use so far, such a sturdy brass handle.
My heart is green for you, like your beautiful eyes. Forever blessed.

Shalom, Amen

Whatever

I love you.. that’s the only faith I ever needed was you apparently.

~P

Goodbye X

Posted on by Phillip William Gardner

Here we are, I finally wish to rest my voice “over there” in that walled garden, no better than precursors to it such as AOL.

You won’t hear me voice my opinion there anymore or speak of my life or those obstacles in the way currently as I face them. No, I choose freedom of speech, length of post and freedom to edit as I please. We’re not perfect and I don’t fit into any of your boxes apparently.

I will continue to offer likes on X and Instagram, I want to keep up with Timmy and maybe you may hear me charm in with a brief comment, no I choose the same vow of silence it seems he has taken abstaining from interacting with social. I fear he may not even look at it and he may have hired someone to post when he says to post something, you’ll see him on other’s social feeds surely and kudos for keeping only to that. I admire your ability to *abstain* as much as I wish to, for you. For my own health, not only social but other areas of life as well where we know we both have probably struggled, dabbled here and there with… said that’s not for me but then ultimately fall to peer pressure. No longer hon, I’ll no longer fall to that peer pressure.

The only pressure I feel in me at all anymore, is the pressure of my love for you building up and exploding every [insert timescale here].

I love you tons babe. Welcome to our *real* home. Welcome to somewhere I’ll keep loving you and sharing that love. I will find a way to put up some videos/live streaming embedded into my blog here. I hope people will come and say hi, I hope you’ll come and say hi.

Later. X

~P