RUN LIKE HELL | GOOD vs EVIL | something has to give!
As the attacks intensify,
As my cock grows in fury,
As a twat, somewhere in the distance, boils over,
We simmer in the juices of evil, as the good,
cleansing this SOUP, of a holiday.
Last year,
round this time,
"I can still hear his voice."
Breakfast boxes for EVERYONE!
A blueberry muffin,
a bowl of Krispies or Cheerios,
a black coffee,
a fruit cup,
a small carton of PINK MILK,
sugar packets,
a spork,
and maybe a Haldol blast for speaking my mind a little too much,
and those nurses, some wept.
Ooh look! My methadone order came in!
Orange Biscuit Good!
The aroma of sadness,
to the tune of an overlapped CarSHEILD DISINFOmercial.
My own BED?
Are you sure this thing isn't, plugged in or something?
Why the fuck are you making me take an anti-psychotic, for absolutely nothing, other than a LIE, that I was in a drug induced psychosis… I WISH!
Delirium these days are fleeting!
Oh a roommate that smokes crack, nice!
Says I got a face like a model, kek.
Oh I can't eat this, I'm a vegatarian… so meals are now special feeling. ^_^
"It's almost 9:30!? Where the hell is breakfast?" - DWclone
If there is a fucking clone of me, running around living my life, because I can't due to my RESPONSIBLE, and PRODUCTIVE drug usage; and I'm in some naltrexone anesthesia implant stent house, hanging out with Ex-Pedophiles Cabal Hostages, Priests who were aware of their premises being used as a pedo ring node, and 'special' anons in PC [protective custody], dodging ethereal jellyfish cum sucking orgasm stealing squid-guns, and burning in a Risperdonian hellfire, wondering why SHEILD gave everyone Mohawks, and stuffed me in a trunk, right before it gets to the good part… I swear to God, and the holy high heavens, I will overload my aggression inhibitors, and go apeshit postal on the Earth itself; because her & I are 100% right, despite our rough and ragged, digitally soldiered exteriors… We didn't need help, we needed HELP! possibly, or just another disinfo branch in the infoflow
I'm probably just losing my mind, despite the tens of thousands of bookmarks in our research vault.
It's all in my head, and the gangstalkers, who are almost over the teetering edge of being whitehat now, are just fucking with me a little too much.
The satellite mind control drug companies and big pharma radioceutical spin offs are trying to vilify natural alkaloids, and make everyone switch to an electro-magnetic variety; ultimately dooming us all, due to their lack of foresight and clairvoyance. There is more to drugs than the pharmacodynamics of specific binding affinities. The drugs themselves generate a palette of effects, and they're [eDoctors/Counselors/Sex Therapists/Interventionists/18-year Long Term Financial Planners/etc]; looking to be like snipers at an art gallery.
This is not about energy.
This is not about sex, orgasms, stem-cells, clone babies, forced abortions for gluco-corticoid upgrades and repairs.
This is not a fucking game!
This is not a fucking movie! (You are WATCHING a movie!)
This is not about drugs, rehab, psychiatry, harm reduction, and my drugCel TechnoLust-o-Blades.
This isn't about some legion of cunts that somehow use their modular decoration vaginas to blackmail people into helping their significant others.
This isn't about using the C_A as your own private investigation firm, or a initiator to the daddy-daughter banking systems.
This isn't about masks, stealing identities, secret sex cults, sex slaves addicted to semen and baby blood.
This isn't about everyone driving Jeeps now for some FUCKING REASON, besides SHEILD.
This is about GOOD vs EVIL.
THEY WANT US DIVIDED!
THEY ATTACK THOSE THEY FEAR THE MOST!
Q is nothing more than a AR at home, coma-based, Total Recall Secret-17 Ego Trip? Fuck no.
o7
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