The FIREWORKS of THE POPE

You are here. You see things that I cannot. I must stay part of a system, and outside relationship. A weird jealousy is forming here and overseas. Maybe even Russia is coming through "Glycerine" today. I have little to say after a night of nightmares. All of these false idols are out there, but one by one I work to dispel their relationship "magic". In the end, a cold cell is where these miscreants will find themselves. I do get personal. THAT is the key. I feel for real, and witchcraft loses its grip on all of society. Practitioners use their craft to show themselves as emotional beings. They are not. They are deceit. My tears are few, though they try to get me to shed them on a daily basis. I am just fairly normal at the end of each act of torture. This may even pull in Putin today as he mashes chalk in a mortar and pestle to see if the colors can bring about a fireworks victory for the opening ceremony. Hey Puty, just call THE POPE and ask him to hook you up with the most famous fireworks in the world, for free. It is always good to do favors between STATESMAN. Good luck, guys.