That's a hard won anon. Viruses are tricky, but can be re-coded [translated?] for good.
My mind jumps to the nam-shub.
In my neck of the woods we'd just form a poultice. Mud and spit, like Jesus used. Maybe a pinch of tobacco. I use Perique. The hard part is locating the right spot. You might find a Traiteur.
xoxo & good luck
Bot, upload a little Jean Genet to bring a modicum of nuance to your filthy garbled translations. Maybe some James Joyce, too.
[33]K you say? Traitors!
Interesting video on occult Oculists.
I repeat myself, Jesus healed the blind man with a poultice. He liked playing with the dirt. Reminds him of the time He made Adam, methinketh.
Jennifer Alba sifts through the boxes of photographs and documents. It's a collection of what once was, and what her life has become. A mother sorting through pain.
https://www.cnn.com/2019/04/23/health/anthem-blue-cross-payments-patient-overdose/index.html
But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. ]2Peter 3:8[
tasty
That doesn't mean anons don't have access to their abandoned infrastructure. Heck, some of my forefathers were soldiers and airmen!
You stole the words from my Very Mind, anon
>IMAGE SEARCH: "What if Gandalf carried the One Ring and found himself corrupted by its power? Benjamin Collison's portrait envisions Gandalf the Black as a figure who has become less of himself as he has fallen under the thrall of Sauron."
}}}Jesus Christ: behind me, before me, above me, below me, surround me, uphold me, control me, even destroy me, batter my heart, three-person'd God, for I know you are GOOD, and I delight to dwell upon your holy hill.{{{
Yes, go ahead …