Skip to main content

Sex Is Life

  A Quadratic that I already told my parents I had one bad thought and they forgave me----- that I wanted them dead because I said I wanted their demise to allow me a better life.

There was closing and openings with Gentiles and the Kind of the Heap was Michael Jordan.

Brecken Rose Allan is different blood--- even though she cut me on my left hand and it was a Rhombus shape. I gave her the blade--- never suicidal. SHE Deserves Everything. Great, Bulumics are at it all night and it makes it cloudy! Great. The Authorities put these crabon prints in my brain. So I DO THE WORK! I Want to Golf. My destiny is not the Hospital you guys.

I thought the World Was nearly ended. I Leapt in the Near End of the Dream and Found an Instrument that allowed me to play 5 notes in perfect sound and touch! It was called a Bassiacco Guitar!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fly Forever

In Utah or a LARGE State! Here with friends and more friends, Organizing a golf match but really involved in being a Principle for  a large school. I love climbing and transferring my energy to rocks and things, I met him and a lightbulb went off I knew it had to be "epiphanies of a married person." A man, and I couldn't trust my Dad--- perversions and violence. But there she was again, scheming for a prize that was coveted. Is he a cheat? Is she fake and foolish I just nodded, knowing fully what God wanted...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Wide, Wild, World (Dream #3458)

 I’m from Portugal—- and it’s HUGE. In Portugal there are laws about the home— there are no probes. The Sea is infinite and endless. The world is bigger than you think! There are Many.  I know how to make rings. Adam woke me up and my parents were jealous and trying to block me from my potential… I prevailed because I have the Lord's love. I come from a giant universe. You have a chance to feel it all! The Chinese let me see their larger reality, but I like it here. Especially because Joanna is here. I am well known.
Post a Comment
Read more

Plane in my Head, Cars on my Hind

Bog is a big dude like my Dad.  Mooji invited him to an interview and Bog had a hard time expressing his knowledge or ability to escape the wrath of the Phoebe. I was sitting on a couch in the city and there were no big planes or continental in the area. I think it was another attempt at a hijak.    The first was Dalai and I thinking about the perpetual plane that was driving Midwest Airlines Crazy (They should come back--- they gave out free crumbl-like cookies)
Post a Comment
Read more