"I'm learning every pothole in every single barrio, trying to mess up my axis kid".
Traps, opposite of freedom.
Freedom?
Ok, let's try the assertive way?
Please state what are my tasks and responsibilities?
I have the following queries, because i desire to
learn to create They are well intended.
a. book said you are my eyes and ears. didn't say hands, feet, or mouth.
b. there is no steak, there is no spoon, there is only sand and electric signals. dirt and your little bugs. Your little bugs get activated by the oven/stove induction and negative current/postive current. if you cook like the oracles cookies, or the jews, with a hot oven but off, your bugs don't get activated. Hence, if you utilize fire to cook the same thing occurs….. QUESTION, hypothesis….
c. hoy es un buen dia para empezar, y no ser jueguito de extraterrestres, your graffitti seems to only work on walls, and poles, not out in nature…wonder why, would be shocked to learn the answer…..
as well as whatever you drop off. specially the cloth with the bugs. kill em for all i care.
d. i don't have a problem with "fame" tell your npc's the facts. never wanted it and believe it stupid, plus you use it wrong. what i do have a problem with, was wasting countless nights capturing fake kilos of fake coke, when i snorted that shit like rice crispies and it destroyed my life. want to do something fucking positive, send a couple of U.C.'s that's under covers….to coco bongo in Cancun, and you'll find enough there to make an arrest that should open eyes and save many many american lives. because addiction destroys. people, families, and businesses….in real life.
d. real eyes realize real lies. yup, thats why you write in patterns of threes or triangles, to control the movement of the eyes. you see as good ol' Hitler said, books were blank. plus the brain makes the funniest connections. One day you might look at a set of words and see something, the next day you might see something elese….
or like the mayas drew in stone that nigga telling mutherfuckers a story and they creating the reality for him. he who tells the story makes the sims believe it.
d. you are my eyes and ears…..god didn't speak…because speaking in bible means writing….. god wrote…. and drew….
but gwen stefani says don't speak i know what you are th inking????
so don't write.
but jay said he got the blueprint from leo.
so what is it?
i just intend to create a better world than what you gave me. no reason to get kids fucked in the ass you degenearte fools.
as far as human trafficking goes.
you can go to "La Embajada" y "El Consulado" en Rethaluleu, and you'll find
dozens of trafficked women there.
here is some truth i found.
the greeks used LYE and the Rising sun
to wake up the dead.
i haven't tried it.
i have found multiple possibilities that lye could be used in the holy grail.
but a shady ass character said you lied through your teeth, now you get to watch her go out the window, i guess thats why they call it window pain.
and a nigger with dick sucker lips, i guess he smoked cigs….said…i did it my way, no lye.
i'm sticking to my own hero's advice for the ttime being out of distrust….however, many abooks state that….. if so. the church has the major explaining to do. and so does the scientific , and pharma; and
world
Totolly and
a very interesting set of
accounts? is now are
you Up to doing what is right? Hopefully you
can Read, and make the accurate
Connections, and see it with love.
???????asi?????
YOUR PLAN INCLUDES ONE WORD,
ONE WORD MESSED UP YOUR ENTIRE PLAN.
THE WORD FIGHT.
THATS WHY I DON'T "RUN" OR "LIFT"
BECAUSE I FOUGHT.
BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I DID WHEN
I EXCERCISED.
BECAUSE WETHER MY LINES, WORDS, DRAWINGS AND THOUGHTS CREATED HARM OR NOT, IS IRRELEVANT.
ONE FACT IS TRUE.
THESE HANDS…..USED TO FIGHT.
THESE HANDS DID CREATE DESTRUCTION. HARM. PHYSICAL HARM.
THEY SHOT REAL BULLETS OUT OF CAR WINDOWS. THEY BEAT MEN AND WOMEN TO A PULP. THEY CHOKED PEOPLE. THEY WERE USED TO FLIP REAL DRUGS FIFTY NOT FOOD.
THEY WERE USED TO STEAL.
NO….FIGHT….FIGHT IS THE WRONG WORD.
NEITHER TRUMP NOR AMERICANS NOR ANCESTORS, NOR MACHINES, NOR HUMANS, NOR CONTROLLERS, NOR,
ANYONE WANTS ME TO FIGHT.
64 DOORS.
64 KEYS
SIXTY FO' DO'S
07?
MY ANCESTOR COULDN'T BAKE COOKIES
FOR SHIT. THAT ANCESTOR DID THEM
WITH LOVE. BUT STILL. TASTED GOOD.
JUST FUCKING COOKIES WERE LIKE
SIMON PETER.
WE USED TO DUMP THEM IN THE TRASH.??????
LENNY