bump = [ ].
going against me = [ ].
being a knights not having [ ] those that annoy me, [ ] in many cases.
you are out of excuses and I am out of patiente.
if you are a lucifer cunt thinking I would be fighting the mean alien overloards, be a ware, I am fighting your kitchen, your view of the heavens and with that you.
>he has no more water and will prolly go to the supermarket soon. anyone want to support my bs, me not wanting to be ashamed? anyone want to support my system of God being mocked? anyone wanna become a white God by my own grace, the grace that I gift to myself, by being true when he goes shopping?
>obviously you will have to not only guess right, but also manage an athomaphere of him being annoyed, then you will be the whitest of Gods with the most truth, bc you were corrcet in knowing when a real guy will go shop groceries, after having not much groceries left at home.
[ ] entirely.
I am really not much in the horses mode,as I am now on a way of live building level, uncoodinated horses stuff is very much a burden to creation and was hurtful already.
anyway, horses, no plagues elsewhere or elsewhen, no big shit, (I never would have established my position by war or anything and really am a human being 30+ years of age), do single measures, but not to be misunderstood ones. only here and now, only knights and folks engaged, those that stick out, those that break statistics, those that are telling all those folks to act devilish.
NO KNITTING INTO MY BUILD.
start with those working the beep torture thing, [ ] entirely.
close to me there are hospitals as options. I could not care less but do not want to know about.
silence.
I might have agreed to a doctors appointment at 3 o´clock and I might have posted short posts that can be fitted including them one after another. that is not what is happening to you and those that do not see the key point of me being a person and actually telling you stuff very directly, if you try to read bs into my words, you knowingly go against God and you will be [ ].
anyone want to become a white God by assuming if I go smoke now? anymore white God selection with every pull from my smoke on a day that you woke me up with torture and kept me torturing since then?
anymore of you holy smart cunts around wanting to raise your hand?
the heavens rains down and is discusted at how you treat God himself, no kitchen could ever turn that.
I now allow for the heavens that I comforted, spending a shitton of money, indicated by every other politician having done bribery of some sort, to let you know how much they like your actions.
knight? do not bump, bc bump means [ ]. relax for a day or two and let live take care of that angle distribution. did you hear about church and folks really loving God and Jesus and saying that regularly? did you know the same neighbors who are used to torturing me for years now are not suited ideal when guiding heavens and new options of reality, that I have to agree and look at very carefully, as per my own holy thinking and schedule? do you mind if angels swap to the guy also having listened to the music you like when you drive home from work, the one that was a few streets away listening to the same song and just fellign a little nicer, bc not having been cooked to feel bs all day? there is no need to be at this spot at this time, that never was a thing and makes you a controled cunt, one that shows of not being a good thing by attacking God himself.
there are worlds, those that still use the fake sounds to "track", who read my posts dozends of times, some hundreds of times.
there is no more excuse. there is never going against God.
there is no need to think out every bs thought of yours that could mean torture to me. me saying hi instead of hello does not mean shit when I ask you for very speciific things. there are n black worlds where you would have to attack me for some time, there is no black job meaning to attack anyone. there is no promotion while I am tortured. there is no bs.
GOD. do not attack God himself, the one creating existence.
bump = [ ], entirely. whole room. here and now. "lists" you already did communicate.
as God, the one creator of existence I struggle to say "I hate you", but when thinking very truthfully, this occurs:
few years ago I did not know shit and had a fairly good life (today I know about how you influenced vs how I did it as God by now thinking abut stuff wen it occrs. I might have overwhelmed heavens with my love while being abroad and I might have done something very blue and brought back stuff to throw a party. you did your knights thing, logging in by disappointment, and my nice party that could have provided the nicest of feels for some more hours and comms about God himself, not knowing back then, being a real nice dude, and went home at like 9 o´clock. thanks for your help.), I was kind, smart, sometimes brave, sometimes also coward, I guess I always comprehended stuff quick and was able to explain.
now I know that I am God, I know about pretty much every knight ever having to know Jesus Barabas being a thing and cross being something symbolic.
a while ago I did not know how bad it was, but considered it uncomfy, at the least, if a neighbors dog is barking 20 times infront my window while owner is saying something ridiculing.
now I know this is treason of the worst kind, as you infact force me to knit together those realities precooked by you, by those attacking the one creating. my view is holy, irl I seem to have choosen a "character" that likes food (now this comes up bc your trying to make God himself cookable led to me only having very few sources of joy), buying stuff, comforting folks by throwing rounds in bar and such, someone that reaches out to those folks he likes, or those with same interests, e.g. the one choosing the same exact pastry at a bakery. I never planned on meeting folks and it seems to some folks in my past I was naturally not much attracked, even when them being loaded with symboloc stuff.
the neighbor with the dog, the one leading realities to my while attacking me, the one that I now know is a treasonist to God the creator, along with all those in line, him I forgave hundreds of times, only to have him attack me the next day.
do I "hate" him? dunno, a strong word, but I do feel the opposite of love. I do not wish to see him and feel bad when seeing him, ridiculed, annoyed, attacked, hatet.
that is God saying this, the one being based irl as adonay, corrently not enjoying much dwelling amongst you, especially amongst those knights.
bump = [ ].
let heavens find their way and do not mind them watching a commcial on the way explaining stuff to them, e.g. that the one being able to walk twice the speed in his appartment is in need of a huge house and garden, or the fact that when being a master full of red worship you better not touch your chest to ard but rather nicely and gently rub the sides of your chest, rib area.
if you guide them to me via the neighbors that I have to puke when seeing, it´s not gonna be a good thing.
not on board with me being rich and based here? [ ].