>>13849706 (pb)
I have no idea what you mean by that.
I'm by myself, too. Though, here with you at the kun as well.
so whatever.
if you really are not a paid-for shill, I'd say you're off your game.
get some rest.
take a break.
various shills seem missing today . . .
others make a reappearance . . .
if you're the right 'type' and you write the message that they want to hear, they make you famous no matter how trite and slanderous your work is.
when you are gone from here perminenetly or reform from your constant calls for others to do suicide, then I will know that progress has been made.
your presence is a curse here.
be gone demon!
it's the 1930s they are broke they are on the highway.
obviously distraught and homeless?
and yet someone has a film camera and is following along.
hum . . . you think it's a staged production?
Run Run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Kammala, man.
she hands out cookies that look like here?
is that what the memes of here as a blurshape are all about?
she can run but she can't hide.
so if theyu do a remake of that story do they title it 'the Gingerbread person'?
forgot the link to the commentary about it at Red State
https://redstate.com/bonchie/2021/06/07/kamala-harris-makes-perhaps-her-most-narcissistic-move-yet-n392527
Run Run, as fast as you can. They can catch you, you're the gingerbread-person.
or is that a bit that people do so that they don't show up when they are active?
they make you think they are useless, meanwhile they have a bat-cave?
I like to take stories to a better understanding.
no one is so uni-dimensional, as a real person, to just be an idle traveler.
meanwhile they have all kinds of interesting side stories that you hear nothing about. How they did this good thing in an unusual locale.
or you find a piece written by them where they explain the history of a place, and it's whole milieu even to the present.
and it opens up a great bit iron door into a gigantic basilica of understanding about History and the way that the world used to be when the mean people ruled with no one to say 'no'.
well, so that is it, this uni-dimensional idle braggart that you image: they got you fooled!
makes a slanderous summation as his/her/its excuse to not want to stir an imaginary pot, that it clearly enjoys tipping over.
walks through the hall with muddy shoes screaming about 'how did all this mud get on my fine carpets'.
it's a ha ha ha everything is hypocritical irony shill
did they have photographs of a film noir style of their sad-sack existence?
huh, maybe that explains my dreams of all the children who had been helped, and were lonely and were being helpped.
maybe all the children from your dreams escaped into my dreams.
my biggestf fear was that someone would mistake me for the abusers.
imagine that, I was so afraid of being framed that was my concern.
but when a blubbering child looks to you for comfort, you have to provide it.
wierd, huh
the other one was that I was a soldier and had children, refugees, from the area, hidden in a big tree off in a wild part (like a giant oak tree).
and 'the war was over' and we had to figure out what was next.
again, all the children that were in the dream were safe and free.
you keep saying that. I just see a planetary symbol.
if you keep saying it you don't make it true.
Hermes isn't written as 'evil' in the old myths.
I don't get where you get that from except you just make it up.