my couch is not glued under my ceiling, and I will continue to complain about torture.
I do use language and words, if you take the word no and turn it into bs everytime it´s obviously a lie.
heavens are asking for symbolik in terms of me having a "track".
that is often when I watch tv, it´s every week.
I am not living on the Autobahn though and will not choose to have my luxory villa placed next to an elders home.
in the kloster I was not God because having jerked off also there, but because every leave turned when I walked by.
in the kloster I did not read Quaran, I do not really know much but love all religions, that is me.
clown team with those folks gluing themselves to my seats and throwing stones while claiming to have a certain color of jacket, did make the women in my house air out garlic smell a billion times, then, when daddy heavens took a look, she tried to self cook the intentional garlic smell in the house to grilling on the balkony.
the other day Putin himself did give a look on how calm actually agency work is. that was the 3rd out of 4 times, other times heavy agitating.
I do not need clowns who communicate my stuff with bad shit, ever.
the last two days, the guy living next to my house did those two things all day long, a real guy with half sentences in his head and a clown team that likes to have everyone ever promoted to God that bought a car:
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mentioning the word Iran a billion times.
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trying to convince heavens, cats to better have me torture all day long so I while appearing if I was not even to notice it, do Godspeed, what I do since over a year, with 8 degree turn instead of 7.
I love cats very much and will have ended the commando bs that makes God himself an ape in the zoo, together with enough of those half sentence "cutns" that are not cunts and that do not wear my helmet but steal it for a few secs if the half sentence crew is engaged enough.
If you shout at the heavens to annoy God, you will be done.
again, those who agitate heavily, those with psychology skills and others, after I bought a peace of marzipan cake, those folks get told "cake" and "marzipan" a billion times a week.
heavens: "stable", prolly that is bc I create all that is, 'currently' the numbers.
clown team: sure, let´s check stableness again with heavy torture and making an ambulance appear by using the heavens who are powerfull and thoughout time, not an ambulance that is a real one, but one of those who is likely to let me think and not complain about so to see more.
I will sit on a couch next week also and will be most easy to find for heavens, e.g. when I sing, or talk about music or math. the guy next door with the commando cunts are using the questions of heavens asking for me to sing to make a billion of noises, to go find out when I sing, heavens get a shoulder clap, also not knowing what a body even is, agitators are out and, as told yesterday several times, will be [ ] in a number that basically equalls all of them and then one more. only humans and those few reds who work the agency torture thing, I am the one with "crate".
the lady who walked behind me a few times, is not a grey eminenz by thinking over a few thousand years, that is bullshitting the heavnes. someone working at a doctors office, also when having a fitting name, does not need to copy my body movements to claim he is God for a few secs to work half sentence routines.
the tiltedness of my window in my hotel room I prolly would have forgiven, bc you did not know. "hes bollakopf" I won´t forgive.
I superpose you will be gone before I look at you, so.
close the board.