There’s some shit that could get crazy weird.
I don’t know who more people aren’t driven to a cognitive shortcircuit, by this seemingly endless spinning and re-spinning a tapestry of lies festooning their fog filled hall of funhouse mirrors afloat on dingy being swamped upon a mixed sea of boiling feces.
Absolute schizophrenic dreck from skullfucking sickos. The words escape me.
This needs to be FORCED forward in time. Make [them] advance and pickup [their] pace for [their] suicidal plan. I can hardly wait anymore.
They could open a clinic (cash and/or negotiables. They’ll do great) out in the parkinglot. When they’re told they gotta move on, let the LEOs give them their final bit of rocketlauched PR for their new health care business.