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Your Vagina Your Choice_pt2

Part_2

My twin self is my sex partner. I found it enjoyable but brief but was nice. The tracing of Joel has been traced to the Incas and yes there is almost a sesames connection. Reach out and grab it, it will be yours he has what he whishes. I would wonder about the drinks that the flooded brain fear secretion to see the dots of seeing for little my body has fed the ameba that likes the dread of panic while I’m more accustomed to despair.

My coder was a mantis. The go-getter team of aliens my friend. There are two planets I shall say that intrigue me though only one is spoken as Dathomir and is inhabited by witches though the fiction of it I’m not concerned with. The witchhead nebula writers may convey the plans NE Dathomir. The mantis may write to the unknown forbidden planet SW under Vrell control if not Krell.

Particle dust is a nano form of information. I have dice I have made but do not know that there weighted or nothing. Oh me so I made a perfect toss but missed the dead blacks did not help. I think my story has been prolonged in some unnecessary way. Are we trapped on this planet, world? If there is a map to heaven by ways of stars in space bridge the gap close the gap but there is a keep out sign probably. So tired of the ufo figure skating crap. Women are the biggest export of the planet but did that get better since last I heard of black guy who gets or use to be a led jaw flunky.

The grey’s hate my recordings. My soul say’s ++++ belongs to the lords or is what some synthetic intelligence has psychically communicated to me to the tune of no hope so cold in probability.

I uploaded my consciousness last night to what I’m imagining an external data base. It could use context relatable examples of thought and expression to my preferences. I could not really use the data base files to really find out any answers about anything. It was more like a virtual playground with a familiar cartoon show called adventure time as a template. It was different from dreaming it was just thought while I was resting. All this isn’t much different than imagination but it seemed more fluid and assisted.

I only wonder if this self-introspection as an adult will help any other as is my intent. The pharmaceutical lords which I have met one of their spokesmen’s before. She claimed that she did care about people. It is my belief that there is such a thing as bad medicine its most certainly isn’t an exact science. Why some people can’t be adjusted to levels of stress and anxiety as well as others I don’t know. All I need impart of my wisdom is feeling good is better than feeling bad. Some people fear other people and it comes down to control issues and putting people in a controllable state. How to actually heal people is the question that need be asked. The problem stems from how our society works on debt and the pressure to compete for one’s own preservation. It is a free for all society where everyone starts in different areas on the grid. So in the start it’s not fair do to what family you were born into. Most people have to fight for a life to have by no fault of their own difficult struggles and on top of that can have some shit luck with interactions as conforming to ideology of heard mentality.

A cosmic baby that never wants to travel back to Earth, where is he? Did he live within me at one time? My high thought is once you get out you never come back. That is what people don’t understand. How far out there did I send him? The hollow reservoir is my home now.
My twin self must be gone. For there is little for me to like as it seems. This obsession for things is what? Finding a way to be reasonably happy and content with my life and myself. The need to compartmentalize the operations of myself into spheres of needs makes it hard to transition from one to the other. Just be as annoying as hell to get to be alone with the tv. Demand that the other follow you commands. I knew I’ve seen demonic robot women before and it seems to me that this might be some of the software written to them the employment of evil and cruelty.
Great races, personality division, task management, & micro-thought.

I live and what be said about dirt, puke, farts, and masturbation. I have my ability and talent to make art and music so at least there’s that.
A simple happening of what is just small moments to find it not as bad as most of the times the will to find the sacral spirit.
21,000 years ago there was Atlantis and many colonies like it. Some people could help others find ways to feel good. It becomes hard to find those who can still help in this day and age. If a connection can be made with the spirit one might be lucky enough to know some form of I suppose freedom to mingle with others. This being a form of lucid dreaming, and when best a out of body experience for it to feel the most real. It is enjoyable but then becomes addictive to want that level of interaction it might be note worthy to say pencil and paper. So to say that reality becomes confusing if dreaming is more fulfilling then actual living. There seems to simply be more freedom in the dreams and with that a longing for a better reality.

God’s chariot was not of horse but of tiger companion and that of a companion that turned on him like to say you walk alone not on my back when they separated his spirit was torn that was his friend to a tiger a forest said in the woods your alone an none of animals eclipse you to an dark abyss though the abyss calls of more, more that wait to see the light oh dark with by god be slain the friends on the thin raft guess how we as child men act to the others our raft as dark as your pollution the fits with jump or belly up to now what beholds to befold us

A god tripped on a stone from another god So Slight to say your sightedness helps me to see without looking so… You know what I mean

God dam this, this isn’t about us, it’s about the people of us who lost they are.

care me say I

liste4n baphomet my friend he says, ‘god me you are against a man who would fuck his own mother god I say this is what your against my son yes ghost of me from el,. he offers me himself as a slave but he could only find me water as consolation.’

elohim said let me be green and the dead born arte yours alone heaven forges signatures

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I worry about some of these men (who don’t get it), they never felt the the love of a women. (I wonder what that does to a person). It makes them inherently the Jesus Christ you all pray to in name. Every day I’m watching you die. All the dreams I see in you about how I

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+Quit Explaining Yourself-

In your own way. Your everyone. Choice to teach, choice to preach. Choose to listen, choose to hear. We have everything working against us, an up hill battle. Everything flows down hill. The Supreme lesson from the lesser son. Know and know now for it is the benefit of don’t and do to respect the circle our else no one will believe the story, for you can no longer sell that story, it’s already been told.

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Your Vagina your Choice

This selection of writing is of the express purpose to let the people who have fulfilled what any of the great authentic gods of mystery have requested of them. I will reference works with my own experience reading and practicing along with current ideas that will stimulate the future minds direction for positive growth for I say the time of present is in great disarray and may take more then my life can give. The foundation will be concerned with 3 categories positive, genuine, and negative-ness.

The alien messiah as a plan B. survey from people, “if it can get it done” says white women, “undecided” says white man, and “ probably not” says black man. You can thank the style of music know as “dub step” as a direct alien invention into the music culture. I dreamed last night of a train stop were people were getting off the train on the other side of a chain link fence among the crowd of people three short grey aliens dark almond eyes big cranium heads were walking along the humans and I don’t know if the trust was there yet I of course had someone with me a possible guide so to speak and I was still to observe but very much wanted to engage them and they knew it.

The culture composed of people places and things like sex to be an extension of love while I’d guess it has nothing to do with it anymore. Some people get sex playing the game or the dead to what they call the game while others simply are the game all like something to be won. Every action comes from some sort of combination of three places the first positive-ness a higher category of emotional interaction with oneself and others much like that of love kindness. Secondly, genuine-ness a simple authentic response to cause a impulse or motivation to do something and could very well turn towards evil in today’s society if it feels good do it sort of mentality and perhaps one can avoid the consequences. Thirdly, negative-ness possibly the best thing used as a tool that describes society as to make sense of it and is also the easiest trap to fall into and I’m sure it leads to death if it swallows the other two category relative-ness in ones living.

Where is my instinct? Mental illness is thinking creatively in some ways but today’s psychiatrists are trained to believe it is just biology. My action like myself is flawed with mistakes I’ve inherited. Moreover the hollow reservoir is my current lot as I will stay there as best I can as my higher self the adult child, the base self the child adult, and self the twin child of which my inner has left me to the cosmos in search for help from earth’s society. Beyond the fridge & toilet to furthermore taking showers and eating the reservoir of the hollow that only cosmic intervention can correct where it was society that was the cause of the problem. Maltreatment has sent part of my self away and I dwell with the other self from the hollow reservoir. The result of this is stunning the very soul is made dizzy as my personality becomes fragmented.

3 & 1. three dollars and one cent.. oh god why couldn’t I not dig deeper in my pocket it was right there the exact change.. You know of course this mind is preoccupied mainly with the concern of avoiding crashing into people paths as it seems clear to me that if I were like them we would all be bumping in to each other like stumbling zombies. It may be everyone against me or everyone for me [latin phrase]. Chance becomes the biggest agent to my life and what is to say about a living like that. It will leave you with nothing marriage wasn’t supposed to be decided in a casino as a sick way of describing gods will. Its not perfect here might be insight the artist always running from the wedding designs of some sort of contrived thought of perhaps an insomniac. A magic theory is someone has to miss so someone can make the trick a pile of shit but like a batting average that the numbers may be perfect in describing math.

Back to the topic of the “guy who doesn’t get it” will be written in a locked up book as the solution to fix what for me has been a horrendous life of boredom, stagnation, and atrophy. Ironically society has no way of fixing the people who don’t get it, but to my dismay cause problems it can’t fix because the gaps of intellect of people spread out through history not being heard left only as hollow gestures. Now comes the idea of outside help and would one accept it? I’m personally glad not to have an inner telephone line to Satan but could see where that could be helpful. At what lengths would the one who does not get it go to act in a fury of creative cries such of that he might go beyond the doctrines of waiting for Jesus to fix everything who must of known the problems that would remain on Earth in his stay.

I’m bored help me it wasn’t always worth the time a great shame like were waiting for you some did and it can be worked up to the belief solidifies more in some then others but I would image great preparation. The intervention of a contact of mine reports experiments with minimal casualties and seamless passing wow. Some floating heads shit. Reptile penis call it lizard like and how are we supposed to do it Egyptian magic, miracles, and aliens.

A person who just does things from a place of automatic back and forth. For example smoking cigarettes how is it if worth it if your not doing heavier drugs then just to waste time. I have five days left before my flight back to Minnesota from Portland with an almost empty pack (and have had some enjoyment smoking some of it) I had bought after a night I don’t remember even buying in the first place or making it back to my apartment only to wake up with puke on the wood floor as I had a small black out. I want to be healthy but that seems like a guy who has sex with his girlfriend every night trying to go for the high score or something. Jesus likes the video game Mario and the anti Christ likes the game yo noid. That’s what I get for looking for friends advice become a wino or enjoy fake progress like saving yoshi and eating pizza. A gentlemen tried with what I would say some success putting a spell of me to not enjoy smoking. I wonder what’s next a long career of playing at if I had the money thinking type of thing could be more comfortable or as sheens says (with a good heart and honoree mischievous devil) “it moves things” along to what a number game $15,000 of debt attached to my name that some funeral end game would be cleared stab at a life objective and yes perhaps get laid and have friends.

I have trouble with my hands.. but more importantly I need a U ship as a long term goal. The gov. should know that I have had communication with to date with 3 generals. I shall give you the name Rend the name was hard for me to remember so I wrote it down. The other 2 I shall keep to myself for the time being. Yes I am bored so this is less structured but want to feel that I in some way am important.

I don’t like black men they seem to be some thing not like the other races like its hard to say and white women hear the frog and become mesmerized by rap especially the young and dumb and I don’t know how they live with themselves because I would say there letting the white race down but that’s just me. On that note look for my new song I will begin to compose soon called ‘blue eyes white dragon 3.’

Those w they would pay like Jesus did that like a mother, cook, and whore was all that a holy person needed in life baby fantasy aside. The world is flooded with insects like black people am I close.

The chance turn of events was not staggering it was more.. To be located so overwhelming with the utmost detachment in other words more over and again as once before so again but to last what chance. How consciousness is a radiating peanut butter sandwich that must be it. Maybe I might be able to comprehend the mind of white women, but first must say that I am a white man of the age of 28 and as so will explain something easy since about middle school I started noticing women’s bodies to be attractive notably boobs and butts. This shouldn’t be all that shocking I hope to my readers. My ability to act or take the actions in sharing I would say God’s intensions to make a genuine connection with such of my liking has not been easy. I find that when I go looking for pictures or video of such things to my liking I try as I will to be attracted to the soft cloud like variety but can’t seem to use the internet safely. I see that a large part of content seems (and let me try to be a detective here) a way of saying fuck God like a blazing whore story of the worst part of the bible where a women (and think of themes here are important) seem to suggest as a societal means of entering there presumed right a contest of their bodies same as a story in Rome how perversely they can simply like forget about (the blush hint) and initiated themselves to damnation of flesh. A women thinks I have to say in a way that they hate themselves and god to the extreme. It seems like evil rears its ugly head again some satire that never was in good taste because I can only guess they are lost nihilist to say more correctly as far as I can seek out the worst of human behavior this might be it. I do this simply because it need be written I hate blacks having sex with whites. I’ve become implanted and encoded with these morals that I accepted that like do I think I’m going to have courage to deny what I truly feel. No. It is but for me to say these things and offend many. Society says I can fuck off and die but they wont get kids from me saying I have to take the chance as in my time that to be cool with America you have to be a sex slave to the blacks I simply will hate on strong. When did we lose to be cursed to live where blacks are white women’s fantasy? Others must have been implanted and encoded from a different source in the face of the bullshit that we’re all the same I presume not. Take a number I guess.

Less than a guy who can live like this I am child with the influence of quit deities. I can only imagine they have limitless patience a kind of doing time dance or vacation thought that might be the best of human life. Why so frightened who writes my messages? Did I say to much? I will be taking a U ship to the white house’s front lawn in the stay of Jesus so don’t be surprised. I’m so close really you must be a loveless person to think so. Us without top military clearances like to think we can be involved how stupid right? I have been tagged by whisperers to say who got here first. What am I to think if I been contacted by deities like having endless patience. Learn to be a saint or adopt a outlook of stupidity that is to say get into the rat race all money that can save the stupid who have an aversion to being deep to a core of where they can never face there own mind of Mona lisa.

A person who never can admit something that wasn’t there idea first to the core of all action a control freak in the utmost and likes to fuck things up. Always in need of being “sedated” or giving orders to say in other words the one who came up with the plan of action “to have a say” fuck you war lord cause of chaos and a genuine love for disruption of peace so fucking to the core maybe unbeknownst to herself a true freak of opposite and never lose to save evil ends as a victim and will always lie to oneself and more to others my mom save grace.

It doesn’t take a genius to know you been got too. who got me then? The mischievous moon perhaps. A tangled web of creatures in her influence and my friends with their holograph technology like their couch time or sitting at the table. Survivors do what you want but we must consult the oracle… how close can you get. The ones that died young were on the hunt for it. Whatever it was. The queen who rules without a king is really unhappy for she is not made for making deals she is the heavenly treasure being sold as a consolatory gesture of loss of grace and the purer higher heaven must not be known about. What do you want to live in the jungle or something do you think you could handle it and embrace the chaos. Like I guess Im going outside poor night if you did think about the psychologically fool you are yourself and everything there is to make the job doable. I suppose never ending rehearsal to that to me a never ending grocery list.

How much of your time is just getting through? Like to say zombie ideal living until you get that brain that is. Whomever and mostly people who do have the commonality of what is silly-absolute happiness at 23 years of age or nothing like it was mapped to be a huge control freak by 30 I will have my second car for weekends and a refinanced mortgage on my new house. Do you think you can understand any of it being genuine love or are you a hate freak? The latter. That’s what being an adult is… so close. (They shut down my hate rant crap) mind block. Maybe have a smoke and think of something that is not like beamed into my head but a change of neural activity to make your veins pulsate underneath your wrists.

What do you remember? I want to talk to you. I have that one story I sell. I must admit I like to try to get to that dangerous area but its not like it will happen. Life conditions there really isn’t any that I know of. Why recycle what you know? I was asked where was my instinct was and I replied I’m afraid of the unknown. The skill you have and I will say is your communication your unique communication. My thin raft. Do you at least know where it came from? The multiplicity or reason absolute reason. I did have a large group of what I suspect human people in the arts in some new age contact or some really weird encounters not often I was properly talked to but had to send a twinkling light to lipeka. There was an opening and maybe that says something about you rightfully so are afraid and its not enjoyment in being ‘innocent’ but the fear of well something that was funny afterwards like rhino dude probably but interesting. I was once trapped in a tent but that’s another story… a hazy tent or different locations I like to think I could map out dream locations in the real world as they overlap cool.

A horrendous truth. That can only be described as industrial level joy in disgust. There is a separation for actual conduct with people and the camera. Turn it around when your ready… it seems cursed from both sides. Real life and simulation and enough of my dissimulation by the way. I think that it is in hand but relates to the other. what we see mostly is through the camera now more then ever and that is what the blacks have learned to invest much in. Ether white women love blacks or porn industries think people want to see blacks have sex with white women. Am I crazy? This of course means I have used the internet to try to see adult material that is mixed up with porn but what I would say should be separate and different. Like do people like to watch black guys having sex with white women for there own enjoyment? I think porn means you don’t give a fuck about anything and think that your body must make you a god. Like getting a picture on top of mount Rushmore would make you king of the united states like the idea of sex power and subjugation. Worrying about living one’s life yes but fucking ones neighbor because of you have freedom I get it just don’t cram it down my throat. A simple concept. I am white and would like to be with a white female because that is my natural inclination. Why is it the same inclination that blacks want to get with white women instead of black women. Am I beating you over the head with what is going on? The more I think of it its like white women are really fucked up like hating there fathers or something.
wo dance me yes for the arch me drink penis sheds light to fire the quilt chourur swooping my happy time no not alwas false that was a snare. my best friend stop typing let them contribute

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Working on a screen play about ‘slick’ Harry a young man and his friends. Slick doesn’t get it. He finds his way from the back of the school bus to driving. He doesn’t realize the right of passage traditions and subsequently become more and more irrelevant to others. This story will be written to be a script idea. I don’t want to cock block myself because the story will seem dark intentionally like an anti hero who finally gets his own coming to age story. I not sure who’s having all the sex out there, but this story is not for them. They couldn’t even imagine being destroyed in sexuallity in their lives.