who is guilty? those who have no clue why I stumbled into their house? or those pushing me there, to feel brave and have a fight?
From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness.
NO RITUAL.
NO BUMP.
NO COOKING.
No waking up God in the flesh, by torture, with voltage in my heart combined with neighbors kicking against the walls, like true mason cunts, with a beep noise in my head, the one creating all of existence while you traitors make sure I am angry.
The super grand kight special guy who plannes on a bunch of "care" being provided from kentucky to missouri, will be [ ] as well as some who partcipate in this ritual.
and again, while I really want to meet you and share my thoughts and while I want you to be of help in the future, in this moment, the only thing knights can do is humble themselves and stop torturing the one creating existence.
there is no lucifer folks vs alien story, there is those here and now having misunderstood symbolism and now some being logged, for whatever reasons, with their "truth" of my suffering.
salt in the movie? yup, you really did torture God, not only a year ago for few hours, but for years and years in a row.
is it best to "ask for apology" by ritual and attack? or would it be advisable to wait until I do fine, have those [ ] who think God should not do fine and aproach me when I am happy and not living in an apparment that makes you wanna puke.
MY WELLBEING WHATSOEVER.
I love those somewhere and sometime and want to help, I do so throughout time. But I will choose to not post pics with Godly info pasta when you try to turn it into a ritual.
those here and now, corona was only symbolism. I will have your whole street [ ] and you will say, as you learned, "oh yeah, that flu, really bad".
in general, to be spread: 11. 77. 4. BODY. not approach, wait for bread, be reasonable, love as base, do not track or do anything annoying ever. wall for temple, holy and perfect, not able to think everything all at once and not able to "talk" with those that are not the ones talking but only the ones functioning as book or table to write on. architects ask me and do comms to others, you happen to see the conversation as you picked up on my info re stonehenge sparkles.
my word: comfyness. for me and you.
MY WELLBEING, WHATSOEVER, this very minute and hence forth.
proof?
A.men? Nah. He.brew.