Thursday, May 28, 2020

if you only read one post in this entire blog. let it be this one.




if you only watch one video in this entire blog. let it be this one.
yes. you're looking back at your life, and realizing you've had the wrong priorities since day one. made the wrong choices. cause you believed things that were illusions. the key to solve the puzzle was there in front of your eyes. but you couldn't grasp it because you were trying to have it your way. instead of listening to the still inner voice. 

I'm not gonna write a long treatise on the CORONA scam. you wouldn't believe it. you never believed anything i wrote in this blog. you believed i was mental. you paid the people who put me in mental ward. you paid the government that is nothing but a bunch of pathetic buffoons, backed by a mass of braindead idiots. who believe every belief is as good as the next one. to this day you still pay taxes to a bunch of warlocks, child molesters and con-artists. then throw me threehundred bucks a month give or take, as hush money to stay indoor and shut up. you didn't care when i was put in mental ward. and how i coped when i got out. now you're the ones that have to stay indoor. that get treated like little children by the cops, whose very salary you still pay. how does that feel ? do you now still laugh at my pictures ? i've got better things to do than waste another 10 yrs of my life making match-ups for people who have no interest in being anything other than goats. bloated assholes sucking the tit of materialism. don't come me with your rationalizations. you're the ones riding around in your silly ass cars. watching mainline western TV and putting anyone in jail who's telling you what you're really doing. YOU ARE DROSS. and everything you put me through will fall back on your own head. you've got no excuse. your religious beliefs, your social activities, all just excuses to validate your lifestyle. a lifestyle that is egotistical. you're not in touch with your creator. you cannot be. for you are goats. and don't know what his voice sounds like. its time for the goats to go to the butchery. because god's had about enough goat cheese. its time for a little barbecue.


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