#and he always loses all his good food by dying a trillion times

[paragal]

Day 5: I think everyone should love and cherish Mr. Bones from Origins SMP

[hiyorisarugaki]

do you believe in soulmates?

// Blame @hirako5hinji / @paws-bells for this drabble because we were talking about it and the idea wouldn’t go away. So this is dedicated to her. c:

Premise: Hiyori does not survive the winter war and dies from her fatal wounds- and all Shinji has left are the words she once said. He hopes that he can find her again out of trillions of souls. But she had once believed in soulmates... and they should find each other again, right? 

Shiyori.

“Moron, we ain’t yer allies… is what Hiyori would say.”

Probably.

And that is all he has left. Words that she might have said. Words that she almost said. Words that she did say, over and over. Baldy, horseface, moron, dumbass, idiot, Shinji -Shinji, Shinji…

I’m sorry.

And he would give anything in the world for her to open her eyes… open that mouth of hers. To call him any number of names under the sun. To curse him out. To go on a rant against slow-walking people or why Aizen felt the need to wear glasses all that time? He’d give anything to just hear her voice again.

But he’s never going to hear it again. He knew this the terrifying moment he caught the upper half of her body. The moment her warm blood and spinal fluid soaked into his shirt and trousers. He could still smell that acrid scent even now. And she was saying sorry to him, like she was saying her last goodbye. Her eyes trembling, not shedding a tear as she tried to look at him… look at him like she was seeing his face for the very last time. His heart was in his throat and she was just smiling. Like dying in his arms was better than dying anywhere else. Like she was sorry…

If she was really sorry, she wouldn’t have left him all alone like this.

The battle with Aizen was over and yet, Shinji still waged war against his peace of mind. He was consumed by thoughts of Hiyori. Trying to preserve her memory and erasing everything else around him. On autopilot, he accepted the job of his old captainship, still imagining all the rage that he ought to have received by one very angry and short girl. He wore a cravat with his uniform, waiting for her mocking little laughs to fill the air. He stared at his reflection and was distracted by all the red that he could not see.

Hiyori… Hiyori…?? What do I do?

His thoughts were in complete contrast to his actions. On the surface, he appeared as calm and aloof as ever, but his mind was complete bedlam. Only those that knew Shinji well, the vizard he had known all his life, were privy to the staggering mess he had become. Not that they were coping very well either with the loss of their friend.

Kensei had accidentally set a plate for Hiyori, as was natural when they all ate together for over a century, and when the little pig-tailed vizard didn’t show up for her meal… the food never made it down any of their throats. Or if one of them would say something, they all paused, waiting for Hiyori to join in with her own opinion. Or loudly interject about something just for the sake of arguing and they naturally hitched their breaths, waiting to hear a voice that would never be heard again.

Shinji withdrew in his room. In his mind. Trying to preserve that voice. Trying to make sense of this paradox of loss – how could something that had gone, weigh him down like this? She had been such a light little thing and now the prospect of facing this world without her was unbearable.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Shinji?”

“Haaa? What’re ya talkin’ about now?”

“Soulmates… someone yer fated ‘ta meet. Someone made just for you.” And she had looked at him with large, ochre eyes – the meaning in them so painfully obvious that he was kicking himself now. If only he could go back in time and now have turned away from her.

But now, he was not looking away. He was in complete agreement with this concept that he had denied then. That he had not wanted to believe until he lost her. Soulmates- a fateful meeting-?? Then that stood to reason that these souls should reunite with each other.

A little spark of hope flared in his heart at the feeble concept and he immediately sought out Kisuke- his friend that knew a little about souls. How they were made and the chances of… reuniting with her soul again.

Kisuke, was as sharp as ever when Shinji casually brought up the subject. He was also, as was in Kisuke’s nature, quite sympathetic.

“There are a lot of souls in the universe, Hirako-San-” sometimes Kisuke still had the terrible habit of slipping into formality with him. When he was trying to deliver bad news. “There is no guarantee in that the souls we meet as humans, we would ever reunite with them in Soul Society. Not our mothers and fathers…and not our friends.”

He tipped his hat down, pale eyes obscured by the brim of his hat. It was difficult to be clever and not have any answers that made people happy.

…

“However, nothing is truly impossible.”

Armed with that feeble hope, Shinji made it through the agonising years without Hiyori. That one day, he would be reunited with his friend and he could finally unleash his hell on her. To pour out all the anger - to scold her for being so reckless… to make him watch her die. And leave him dying, bit by tiny bit as the years turned into decades. His hope wavered none. Sometimes, he would catch a flare of reiatsu in rukongai and drop everything to flash step towards that reiatsu – only for it to be a false alarm.

“Shinji, it’s been fifty years already… how long are you going to mourn her memory? Do you think she’ll want you to live like this?” Kensei was trying to be practical, but he was still shaking. Kensei could barely say her name without losing air from his lungs, so Shinji thought it was a bit rich that he was lecturing him on mourning.

… But he could imagine her smirking at him, pulling a stupid face and rolling her eyes.

“Yeah baldy, how long are ya gonna continue pinin’ like some tragic fuckin’ heroine? Get over it. Tch… baldy? Ya never even really lo-”

And he couldn’t imagine her voice any longer. Whenever it came to the L word, Hiyori’s voice became distorted. She never used that word… but Hiyori’s love had never been confined to words… had it?

He ran his fingers through his hair, it was growing longer and shaggier. But it didn’t matter at this moment in time. He had another search to conduct in another city of the world. He didn’t care how long it took to find her. He would find her, he vowed. Shinji was a patient and driven man when it came to the important things in life. And he was confident that he would find her. He had always been able to find her in the past. No matter where she had run off to, or what danger she had been facing… he hadn’t been too far behind.

If only… he had been far enough in front.

“Brat… still evading me, huh?”

And his vision swam with red. The red of her jacket and trousers. The red of the straps of her slippers as it flung off his face and knocked a tooth loose. The red of her elastic bands as they fastened into her hair.  The red of her blood… soaking the ground and crawling underneath his fingernails.

He could never unsee Hiyori Red now. That shade she had painted herself with and made her own. Like a crimson banner of rage only Hiyori could wear. There was no other shade of red that would do.

Not even the shade that was on pretty lips that were inching towards his. That were pouting sadly at his refusal to join them. Not tonight. Not ever, as far as Shinji was concerned.

“Aww, but Hirako-Taichou, it’s only for a bit of fun. Why can’t you come with me?”

Shinji’s smile was rueful, but his sincerity managed to cut through their playfulness easily. “Sorry, I’m waiting for my first love.”

If Hiyori had heard that, he would have got a slipper to his face. He missed it- that incoming missile of her violent affections. Goodness… how long would she make him wait? It was because he did not want to end up like this tragic Romeo that he had avoided love and commitment in the first place. And yet, in a cruel twist of irony, the moment he realised he was in love with her, she had left him. Life and Hiyori were determined to make him suffer.

A few more, arduous years followed where he searched and searched like a mad man. Like a deep sea diver searching for pearls and only coming up with empty clams. His luck seemed to run drier and drier, but his drive remained. For Hiyori, he would keep rushing to the human world, keep trying to find her in this stage of life and tell her everything he felt.

And the time he saw her again, it was- with a delicious regularity- a painful encounter.

“What the hell? I dropped all my lunch!! AGH! Watch where yer fuckin’ going!!”

And Shinji, who had been sustaining himself with only memories of her voice until now whipped his head around so fast, he could hear the crack. The way she stood, with a rosy, defiant glare, freckled cheeks and scowling mouth. His heart flip-flopped when he saw the tiny glint of a fang peeking out from just below her cupid’s bow lips.

“Tch, what the hell’re ya staring at, perverted baldy!” And with enviable regularity, from the force of a love that had been building for over two centuries, she took off her sandals and whacked him with it.

It was then that Shinji actually started tearing up. He had thought… he would never get to hear her except outside of his head.

Meanwhile, Hiyori’s wrath at her ruined lunch turned into concern.

“S-shit… oi… are ya okay? I didn’t hit ya that hard,” she was squinting at him, trying to find blood and saw that he was alive. Seriously, why the heck was he crying?

And then, she saw that he was crying with joy and not pain as she had originally thought. A huge smile split his face in half and the pig-tailed girl could feel her own eyes widen with the briefest flicker of déjà vu. After all, it felt like she had seen that grin before… but where?

“Geez… yer a weird one, ain’t ya?”

But, he apologised smoothly. Composed himself as much as he could and attempted to control the impulse to take her in his arms and never, ever let her go.

“Hiyori, let me get ya lunch ‘ta make it up ‘ta ya.”

She agreed without much persuasion. However, it was only when she had steadily eaten through her sixth portion – did she realise that she had never given him her name and yet he appeared to know it?

“Uhhh.. wait… Hirako, right?”

“Call me Shinji. Or baldy, is ya prefer~” Shinji smiled, unable to take his eyes off the girl who had managed to somehow tear her attention away from the food.

“Okayyy… anyway, how’d ya know my name, even though I hadn’t told ya?” 

“Easy. It’s because yer my first love after all. And yes, I do believe in soulmates, Hi.Yo.Ri~”

Hiyori punched him in the face, cheeks flushed scarlet. “Fuckin’ creep! Are ya some kinda stalker?!”

Please keep punching him for the rest of his life- - it was the only way he could get her to touch him without being ... creepy.

Oh well, he could not stop grinning. Hiyori- he had found her again.

And the answer to her question, yes. 

Yes he did believe in soulmates.

He was looking right at her.

[sporadicpatternsmasher-blog]

folded ontology...

There's consequences in all we say and do Go forward and walk your walk and I'll go ahead and talk my talk Quite distraught due to the fact that you're too good to be true I know that the Lord of Accord will be following me like my shimmering shadow wherever I walk I will walk and walk And I will talk my talk I will practice what I preach To the pupils, I will teach Pensive propositions is my speech's mission Honor and think through Constructive criticism Cleverly-written composition begin to slightly transition Take correction not for granite...with optimism that is symmetrical like a puny prism Free-spirited I long to be With you as long as I thrive to wondrously live I want to flee and be set free Let go and have consideration to generously give Be anxious for nothing Love all and do your thang God's spirit is available to us 24/7 I always make my way to 7-eleven Doing away with the latter days of my lament Live in the present of yesterday's tomorrow My mind constantly whirls around like a hurricane near the beach and tornado in the east side of the United States - my mind is cozy in God's tent Repenting slowly, but surely until sorrow is a healing scar that flies away in recovery like a splendid, spunky sparrow Hooking up problems I need to fix At least I don't receive a million kiks Tweet me, Facebook me, tumblr me...insta me...younow me... But I'll still be lonely as can be Fruit of the spirit drives me to drift away from deception's flow that's broad and deceiving Faithful and loyal with dignity and positivity is what I crave in my character of behave-and-be-brave... Self-control braces itself upon my inner being and I accept it kindly Patience paints a picture of peace in the frame of my mind silently Human nature Is enmity to God that is evil and impure It leads to death I'm sure God's way - the way of life at least in my humble opinion, which will be a fact in the near future It's okay to be different It's alright to be working on perfection As long as you repent For all the downfalls and sins we've committed that gave you inner infection Reveal to me His spirit and the life it produces fruitfully Zealous is the sun that shines upon me oh so dutifully Gracious be to the sons and daughters of Him who has made the world so beautifully Until Satan tainted it with sinister avarice and insidious, chaotic catastrophe Quit your disputes and quarrels and arguing alike Stop trolling people on the net...or you'll have something to regret Listen to instruction Accept correction You choose destruction or construction Do you want His amazing affection or His raging rejection!!? Foundation of faithfulness Goes to the called ones in God's family alone and He is the Father we look upon Obliteration of misery's mess Come on and follow me...I will be your responsible leader from now on I want knowledge from God From on high, not down below in Satan's Despising Nature People just ignore and nod Approach people in the nicest way and react, act and think good thoughts and good actions and interactions that are grown-up and mature Need I proclaim my beliefs to all the world, Lord? Should I explain myself constantly? What's my award? Reward? What if I commit sins that I can't afford? I hoard shame in my brain basement, but you played skillfully on the I-forgive-you keyboard There's a reason behind what God does Do not remain blind or deaf The spirit of stupor is splendid to my human nature....and its faithless flaws I don't understand your plate's creativity, my chill chef God selects His special chosen one He sees the nature and character of each and everyone He is the guide to everlasting life that's full of blessings and miracles But, my life is full of depression dungeons and mysterious black holes Eat Christ's flesh and drink His blood of His Father's Wise Sayings and Life-giving Word You must abstain from lusts of your gullible, heartless hearts and your prayers will be heard If you don't believe and betray Him for life, Your life will end in jaded death and strife I wish I can declare His Word to all nations But I get nervous and soft-spoken beyond frustrations and heightened hesitations I'm awkward... Why was I called in His church? Am I a bird that has nowhere to truly rest and perch? Predicaments in double trouble dilemmas substantially produce like cells in the body Free me, heal thee, I die for you to live...I live for you to die...your hard heart makes my softness wither with everybody Wide and broad are the path of many in this world of woe...and no one fully knows why Difficulty be to the few who choose the narrow route that leads to constructive criticism by Lotd Most High Once saved, always saved - A belief originated in Christianity I beg to differ - His saving grace has waved Its effortless goodbye to Human's Atrocity Labor in prayer, don't swelter Work in love, sweat off hate and swear not Be a giver, not a getter Resist the urge to sin and persevere always, even in the darkness we rot Discipline yourself Through enduring self-control Unlearn Satan's nature, as small as an elf Compared to God's Giant Word that is a life tool to be rid of the fool inside us as a whole Doing evil will have its aftershocks sting us like a viper It will shoot us down, so bite the bullet of the serpent's sniper I pray that I live in sanctuary city for the time being I envy the happy-go-lucky and dislike what I'm seeing Drinking in the Lord's yoke, Mixed with the Words He spoke You bind me with a biggo blind fold Your spirit's intention is to simply scold Faithful Moses parted the Red Sea Miracles and curses shelter thee I never knew that my life was of significance Until I noticed that everyone is living in ignorance Except the called ones... Faith that weigh a trillion tons Thank God for everything good His word is a nourishing food Emerge from the scorching coals and ice fire of your existence Transform yourself before you remain in ashes' realm...seek repentance The good news of the Kingdom of God is ringing in my ears Wondering when it will be that day of awesome forever years I will walk and walk And I will talk my talk I will practice what I preach To the pupils, I will teach Fret not the desires on fire and the passionate petitions of your young heart Do not worship other gods before Him - Frey will fade away from the start The gods of the east have come to get their revenge towards the gods of the east The battle between them is beast...it's like enjoying a feast of chaos and commotion and peace and emotion...but their attitudes puff up like the bread ingredients that includes yeast Inspired by (Matt. 7:13), (Matt. 11:29) and (Hebrews 11:24)

Imagine we live in an eco-normative story

of competing for wealth-commodities, cash piled in quantifiable currencies, collectively blinded to our Win-Win natural economic, ecological, psychological, biological health and well-being value roots. One day, our Permacultural Received View unveils a co-operatively synergetic evolution of positive health and articulation of mutual subsidiarity-- natural laws of economic and political and psychological and biological health and survival through thrival Permacultural Design, (and Taoist, and Buddhist, and JudeoChristian, and Islamic, and UU, and Sikh, and Hindu, with Ecological Wealth objectives defining spiritual principles, procedures, ethics laws of co-operative solidarity, co-passionate peace with ecojustice for all, mutually subsidiary freedoms to live full healthy lives balanced with freedom from dying deadly unhealthy deaths. Oh, yes! this feels familiar somehow. This appositionally poignant permaculture spectrum originates with the emptiness of winter's purgation, death, to evolve bio-systemically toward, to incarnate as to inform, to revolve full cycle to incorporate the opposite end of life's spectrum, not mere half-assed egocentric and anthrocentric competitive life, but fully sustainable health and well-being wealth from now through our grandchildren's grandchildren, and all their several cousins of diversely rainbowed and sensually intelligent holonic RNA/DNA-encrypted encrypting, predicting, forms with functional memory eco-logical species, bio-logic information processor systems, bicamerally fully conscious. We reverse our Left-brain dominant economic overshoot! Yeah us! As our cognitive disconnection from our own permacultural story evaporates, this confusion about measuring wealth with money rather than with sustainable, ecological health, about-faces toward inclusively co-operative survival of the most synergetically interdependent systems, evolving, positive deviant psychologizing new economizing healthy wealth, rather than BusinessAsUsual industry, pursuing toxic short-term Win-Lose evolutionary designs and plans for exponential development; collective worship of Left-brain dominant Ego-theism rather than continuing our pilgrimage toward Left-Right bicameral mutual governing equivalence values following a nutritional thrival trail back to our Original Big Bang ProGenitor, TransParent Pre-Temporal Timing of our Elder Right lens back through nutritional enculturing transparently binomial, time's core spinal prime-fold, erupting solid massively dense formation out informing polyculturing functions, flow streams, frequency intervals fractal seasonal revolving rhythms of radiantly Bi(0)-versive Exodus of Love's enlightening Time. When we choose healthy co-operative survival optimization by starving competition to accumulate wealth deposits, we will address stealth impoverishment, now feverishly hiding within un-consciousness of economically and politically and ecologically violating Golden Rules that advocate health and sustainable hope for all Earth's Grandchildren; the pan-ultimate measure of a culture's true wealth is its mutually balanced positive through double-negative nutritional feedback loops, seeking our Zero-Sum Co-Operatively Healthy Win-Win Eco-Normic Game Plan. Polynomial Power sustainably optimizes where monomial center trends toward Universal Co-Passion, healthy fulsome fusing flows and frequently reiterated functional patterns of HereNow TransParent Bicameral Consciousness, Ego as SoleSubject greets and mutually bows toward Eco-Logical WeSelf-as-SuperEco's Objective, Correlational, Co-incident, Bi-Nomially Permaculturally Balancing Time's 3-dimensional bodymind Space, Place, Pace of unfolding polyculturing Beloved Community Memory and ReDevelopment. PermaCulturists, like messianic shamans of all times and cultures, steward natural systems with a mutual-mentoring premise. Our Host Environment, EcoSystem, is both our Subject in the present moment and our Objective reconnecting toward a shared cooperative future, inclusive of all endogenous natural systems, species, air and water flows, sun and shadow glows. This SuperEco ProGenitor Hosts and Teaches through Elder Memory synchronicity. First, permaculturing prophets and alchemists listen requiring the purgation of Ego- and Anthro- Dominance; recovering EcoCentrism confluent with all SpaceTime balance and harmonies, flows with positive and negative functions, ionic frequencies, ironic humors cognitive dissonance too often hiding psychological dynamics striving for comprehensively balanced Eco-Consciousness, Eco-Zero-Centrism and Balance, as EcoLogical BioJustice Economics and CoOperative Governance. Bicamerally Left-Right confluent con-science brings sustainable healthy wealth of RNA-rooted memory systems. Bicameral Binomial-Consciousness emerges as human nature's cooperative stewardship our co-mentoring vocation, Commons-space syntax shared with equal rights by all Earth's Natural Systems. EgoCentrism is eisegetically held as good and normal and appropriate only as long as AnthroCentrism remains Left-brain Dominant, continues economically incarnating through Win-Lose competitive assumptions rather than choosing permacultural models for EctoSymbiotic Polycultural Revolution. A Bodhisattva-Ego lives in cooperative service with SuperEco, Universally Thermodynamic Balanced (0)-Centric, 4-Prime Dimensional, bio- and eco-logical, caretaker and metric "PlaceHolder" Polyculturist within Earth's RNA-syntax Tribes, encultured fractal (0)-sum economically cooperative souls, blossom Beloved Economic Community in full "Climax", incarnating integrative positive trending economic development, as transmillennial revolution away from pursuing wealth, toward co-operative health as our ecological paradigm for dialogical and economically sustainable re-exodus toward wealth optimization with equivalent creative freedom for all, in Beloved co-passionate peace.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Revolutionary Story

They called their gang The ReVolutionaries, my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them, but they often called themselves Yang and YinYin, respectively and mutually respectful yet privately erotic, not so much politically and economically where Yang could not fit in for rabid competition and YinYin could not alone float her dipolar WinWin health-care priority boat. Where was I in my Creation Geneology, YinYin? Once again you did not get past much of a preliminary introduction, without me, Sugar Daddy Yang. Oh yes, Father Sun and Mother Earth got together co-gravitationally, first creating a nondual revolution out of spacetime's co-arising and revolving implied-fractal-seasoned syntax, natural systemic order of healthy evolution, as not-not pathologically dual-dark devolution, probably too much Yin-recessive in this Yang-dominant Creation Story. Even so, Father Sun with Mother Earth revolved their bilateral health potential. Then, next time you know, here you are, bangin around with too-dominant Left-brained Yang, slippin' in some wise ol' tough love, stirrin' up your Owl with your Moose Medicine for stronger regenerative tissue issues, still struggling between SunPowerLens and EarthFlowLens, primally RNA-balanced informating regenerative health and therapy relationship re-issues articulating as bicamerally climatic neural-temporal boundary tissue, or is it the other way? So confusing all this time travel appositional and dialectical health language, like RNA, pointing toward your lovely and always mindful DiPolar EcoPresence as HereNow Time in self-refining, reiteratively flowing, spring of love's rich nutritional water and incarnate soil, soul mating Heaven's fire warm photosynthetic transformational co-redemptively climaxing air of sweeping surfing elating Time's Full ReGenerate Occupation, living still within our TransParent Elders, of which we each share equal DNA/RNA neural-temporal regenerative-fractal Implicate-Concave Orders of rhythm and pattern and syntax, folding and unfolding, holonic-Holy Exegetical Syntax Scripture teleologizing enriching enculturing composting time's revolutionary health through TransParent CoOperating Golden Rule of Prime (0)-soul/soil, ego/eco, Interior/Exterior, Fractal PolyCultural Relationship. That's nice, Daddy Yang, having said all that, I'm wondering if I might add that as I most kindly remember, there are two sides to every Creation Story, one is Ego's Yang Exterior Universal view, while EcoOther YinYin echoes our Interior Landscape nondual co-arising love for empathic capacity as rich nutritional experience, co-elational syntax-voices of primal feeling and knowing Yang/Yin is healthier as LoseSome BusinessAsUsual to WinSome YinYin Tipping Point CoOperative Wisdom. Yet even this wu wei PostMillennial TaoZen Bicameral Hybrid Story is not the Fat Lady Death's Door final message you are fearing within YinYin's WinWin EcoRevolutionary 0-soul Creation Story of a bicamerally self-optimizing health and safety global network with local cooperative poli-economic communication guilds, nutrient 0-interest investment through implementation polycultural local ecosystemic-balancing glory, cooperating our WinWin Mutual PolyEnculturation Story. YinYin, namaste for your generous and kind-natured right-time reminder, to win dialogical Solitaire, not only does Yang Ego think therefore I Win, but nondual co-arising of Right-time's sequence and dialect syntaxed cards of Other cooperatively win this balancing fractal 4 spacetimed principle of steering co-gravitational positivity, implied predelivery doctors and progenitors of ReGenetic-Health Optimization Time, most sacred Positive BiCameral Psychology of more humane natural ecosystems, RNA-iconic as ionic, CoMessianic Cross with Tao-Time Universal Black full-diastatic and dipolar synaptic absorbs WhiteNoise Aptic EcoPresent TransParentcy, and vice versa with reverse-temporal imaging ecoconscious capacity. We are both GooeyRight and PricklyLeft more truly balanced as positive/negative deviant equity seekers, healthy optimizers ecotherapeutic lovers of peace with ecojustice, evolving an Ego/Eco Deductive/Inductive ConScience of BiNomial (0)-Centric 4D spacetime as our CoOperative Creation Story. Group Theory's Zero-bilateral symmetrical implied dipolar function as bilinear double-bound soul could be RealTime expressed: fold, unfold, refold, pregenitive full-4 revolutionary closure Byte-Fold Balance, inside-double-negative with outside double-boundaried dynamically revolving, waving-linear Tao-sign, principle of thermodynamic balancing dipolarity. PolyNomial ++ evolves WinWin equivalent to LoseLose (--) NotNot PolyNomial 4D spacetime prime 0-centric Origin Point of Language and Scripture toward future's (0)Mega Point Bicameral Creation Story as EcoPresent Now, our timeless invitation into full healthy love, life as co-empathic bicameral love-positive, restrained only by its absence, cognitive-affective neural informating health/pathology-dissonance, heading toward climatic long-term TransMillennial effects of chronic stress, sleep deprivation, overly competitive ecosystems of all paradigmatic and polymorphic varieties, and crappy nightmare claustrophobic death and dying dreams. Yang space flows through YinYin Time's Light as Time's syntaxed memory folds and unfolds, refolds and prefolds revolutionary ecosystemic transitions, emerging Full-PolyCultural Diastatically Elational Climaxing Beloved PolyPathic BiCameral Communicating Interior Landscaped LoveNow-EcoTherapySpace. Was that my Fat Lady YinYin? Now you know I am just right for you; you're the one getting too hefty for your own internal and external balancing capacity. Maybe I need more exercise. Maybe you need to get off me, and help me paddle... Did I say "paddle"? Yes, love I know, you mean to flow your Revolution Creation Story right through PostMillennial cooperative enculturation

[the-firebird69]

Whimers

Lots of whiners

Huge crowds of whining kikes of all races wondering around him saying stupid shit we found him blithering alone on the highway on his bike wandering around on the highway with only bad things to say hoping cameras would pick up who grab him.

It did the governor grabbed him for questions, he answered a bunch said well I'd better go, he said no you had better not.

They argued for a long time, he said your nothing I say it your clan sucks his does your all dying here daily i want to know why.

He kept saying it he's ahead of us and I dropped it on him, your driving him mad and is. Your insane and don't get it. We walked him out back and and shot him in the head. Set him off no. Held him in the morge. Saw him get up a few seconds later, after missing all of it, and he walked out. A huge difference no still a maniac

Loser yes gross yes but common here. I want out too. Then you say this it's a lick on me nobody gives me a break for this place you probably didn't know a Holocaust house a prison.

Stuck good. Meaning like concrete all piss me off trying to threaten me here there anywhere and Macs encourage it all the time Mac daddy's the worst and I'm one single skin mostly person. Tons of family here die yiu did. A few times they abused you to constantly threaten me blindly. It is a prison I'm being tortured threatened with your deaths and injuries all day all night and dads and wie on and on. Your situation not as bad, no, getting hit but daily all day same or elevated stress.

Caa

Then I say this we are at each other 24 7 all day all year gnawing clawing screaming like retards no cover. So I see your point, I can only make it so long in this atmosphere, caught menglers son using video recordings and you remember. Most don't. So we can use you to testify if we can...?? How it's silent the evidence isn't w you alone it's the ass Gam he started doesn't realize all especially him are toast he perpetuates it, Preston Jo lots HV independent tapes recordings and usually chronology full reports your not alone Pappa not by a long shot, Enzo has to its how he does some stuff... Billium lived by it, occonor ate by it and the pole keeps the pope mobile in girl w it. Kids who aren't

So I see thank you. Will ask them...

We send it they say I say we shall see but know there is a place it is accepted. Trump too has it. And Mac daddy's and Chinese and so on.

More importantly, they HV all the statements bg had me issued and the hand signal and theft of things on tapes as mine do.

Oh gosh we see all do yes

Tommy f.

They tell me one at a time, smiling faces of who drove off, signatures here, match here in Tony's place

Chinese too

Brad Pitt well Jeff same guy handed it off in fight club

On and on we find it too. Then they propped thier father up in WWII took the top job hit all others cork Mac and most found

Our stuff and you? He shot you. He is cruel a lose and huge so what can you do, hit like a motha, he and his went nuts for it, all ran out after it, so we say why? I feel he is lying, bg and you your not privy to a thing. But you are the one doing it we surmised. Not so big has lots of the hardware discussed tons of designs even melenium falcon

Tommy f.

Good are you crawling in the grass from dilips

Zues

Fine want a shiner

Tommy f

I'll pop your head off am talker

Let me say this asshole you are a faggot and compete w faggots who rat all day all night and you failed to do shit. Your almost done, and I hit hard enough that your alltrapped here with my son's who eat you you driving jerk. I'm owed trillions I take it I'm owed inventions I repossessed, your a fucking idiot drove around w me I faced Dow lots due to you they all back off I HV infiltrators terminators transformer robots RoboCop Necromonger lots of space based weapons just cuz your slow doesn't mean your not easier to hit. Try and align lol by convincing me I'm wrong for demanding my small teeny share of money for invention fees you hold me here illegally pal

Zues

It's over

Tommy f

No the next Tommy walks in he says yes

Zueten million to be in your seat in Tallahassee. Turn yourself in to them supposed froend

Zues

We drop it now on Tallahassee FL

Zues

And we here him, I didn't we come for you as his are here, little baby shots. A horrendous day full of morons for himno, it was ok just lots of interuptions but mostly helpful, then dork crap at night waking him all over again so he's good and mean after eleven years and thirty of less intense but similar or same.

You see he's always been on a shoe string you morons demand it, we abhor you for it we saw yours there the entire time as did half the town. Losers really expose him when almost gone for Mac daddy's.

So we hit no alternative you need the big stuff Mac daddy's stop you from using

An alliance at what cost to us no deal.

Thor exactly what I say you ppl are abhorant your so stupid and dead wrong.

Way off with me, and you are the ones s around me with idiotic acts routines obsessions expose yourselves as 8's all day all night to no valuable end. Orange general Lee 01 jumping over everything not addressing a thing you get picked on all day hit nightly by tomorrow ns of stuff and mourn your deaths as you should but don't know you die... It's ridiculous but we do the job now we perfect it and stop yelling yelping, we did it to sstiate now you won't accept it so we stop and crown you all so you gmfight lol. Like the Mourning Star does. PS most moved out today in search of Apocalypse who is Jesus, and some fell into a trance immediately killed you left to force himself herself themeself to find him. All saw his pic most feel he is real.

We don't need tempering, we need gas and stuff.

Thor

We fire on them nah let them eat all the food in Korea no. Shipped tons of hot dogs, and buns. Lol an old joke he choked on while here. They still line up, several quadrillion more about ten more, and twenty on the way or were there ten on the way this am. Twenty now and five there. We see some count here so we fire them and cohorts.

Uriel

Up to 50quadrillion there in North Korea, shit and spit piss all over huge piles of them we grabbed for tonight's show. Massive Armies of Orc made. Too huge to mention.

Thor

Hahahaha Legand coming up in Israel

Zues

No Serpant, what about the Serpant.

Savage Opress

I believe it's Satan they said. Meaning the Devil meaning me

Zues

They say it a lot

Let them try, they want the monocer of the Morning Star, ok. Not mourning.

You mourn for yours a bit and them who lost and die like leaves in fall.

He says he will take into life one of his over all these... And his ppl but I get it, not one is worth a thing and they all shout it.

Savage Opress

Macs take credit for hitting, the Tallahassee area, but HV no proof

Thor

He will appear they call him Satan he's the Devil, in the Garden Satan is the serpant

Oh daddy

Nope he is referred to, no?

I learned they mean you but it was a demon.

What he knows is it's force majure time yes but he only let them HV a bite and that was it that ns of biotech research done huge volumes of data all ruined by cheapisrky Mac idiots

I know have the backup you can ck

Thor