They stalk and I cry. There is no soul inside. It is mystical and marvelous to know outside what a being presents. They are starting to slip up. A baby cries for mystical slippers to take him away. He has stepped into a basket that is not his own. He kicks for release. Dumbfounded, in the night, I gather my things. A halo sits with wings absent. I am here in the dark to find mirth. My growth is absent to most, but Vishnu holds his ear to the sidewalk where I skip and bring solidity to the pavement. The is no such thing as a pretty little liar. Others are boastful and cruel in the bubble above their heads. I will no longer doubt my master as he lurks gigantic in the corner of my room. His ring will mold to fit my finger in a court room from one thousand yesterday. Looming large he travels with me as China comes to play. Lines are different and we will all be just fine as we face the nation. Media sits backward and slms the hypocrisies of Kabbalah night and day. Jews have drawn their line in the sand, and I will give a meak answer of YOU ARE WRONG. I have every right to my own lines. I have been massively persecuted by those who claim persecution. I will say that it is only sensible in this economy to be a Nazi. Dick Cheney, you found your way into my dreams. It is time for you to do something about how you FEEL about me. You will I love you too. Please keep Michelle Bachman away from my dusty door. Tim Pawlenty is a loser. Never meet him. This whole vampiric nation is MY IMMORTAL.
Love beats and drips from my fingertip.
Hatred is my boundary in this alien nation.
Just because I create a circle o men does not mean they will not divide the nation.
Pay attention, because you may never see me again.
I am ready for MY MONK to scoop up the sinners and declare me THE SAINT.
There is an ARIAN NATION rising.
These men are fatally cruel, but tickled by my telepathic humor stream.
Mark Zuckerberg we welcome you as a beacon to corporate jew males who wish to be part of the cruel cool kids.
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