Title #773

A Boeing airjet bona fied squirrel 

" I should have wiped your fucking race from the planet when I had the chance you mongrel mud skin fuck."

Who wrote this, if not the god within the realms of unintelligible matter causing robust explainations of clouds and time tables, spread within the soul and soil. Uncontrolled particles sparkling lights full of sensual contacts with particles that disintegrate within a void left for time and pieces to decide,?

I think I know me, I think I know how to get lost within myself, I think people hear my cancer, I think I am the chosen black coin. The Trojan horse rider, with a democratic background, leather straps for good behavior, delta variant with the hay, not a sore muscle in sight; fulfilling the void with voices of paint, remembering sceneries from my past, concluding the present, remaining unforeseen to the path ahead, tune dilleys within my Capricorn daily amendments (foreseen),;, towards heaven my goods rise, towards heavenly abyss I walk in sheath of, traveling paradise travelers with beak baskets - defining every hill they speak on; (concluding opens)?!, ; I have seen the moon tonight and yesterday's morning is nigh again as these horses carry my lively torso. I still ride the nigh. This night is power, this night is light, this horse is a Democrat, this donkey is a Cadillac, this cargo is on plains, this horse has a trojan; we cannot be seen. We walk amber alerted lights. We hide our soul in plain sight. We revolve around each other, all within the shipment each day and night. Going broke as our providers fall cheap, delaying our meals, breaking our deals, derailing our flights, succumbing our plight. We soon see death, dragged to our feet, we sit empty handed, holding basket of roses, for anyone who walketh the door. The door has a horse on it. The hoop stays lit. The common sense contained, with a cat-liked brain, who could be my enemy,.??.

Euros all around us, two pac being sold, death and revival revolutionary revelations, admins on command, decks on hand, pistols and petes, rooting for another beat.

Title #234

Let's analyze this: A dopamine break brings an elegant memory into a deluded, succumbed reality. I think this brings a great point, that the dopamine barrier is not connected to the memory sensors. The dopamine rush may bring about a memory hidden. The further a memory is hidden, the greater the endorphin rush. Endorphin is epinephrine and dopamine combined. Dopamine is artificial drugs. We seek endorphin rushes. Endorphins are linked to hidden memories being brought about at an alarming rate. This rush can make us forget about god and devil, and pursue ourselves. I can attack people's Purity for substantial preservative gain to my hidden memories. I like to hide my own memories. If a feeling develops into something too great, I'm programmed to shut down, and proceed another reality right away. I was made to govern the internet it seems. With Hashu and Dakaru as my formiddable nicknames from father, Saleh Malik Mister N from my brother Obaid-Saleh Malik Chaand from my mother, Shaheen Saleh. My mother is the Y in my life. Always asking why why why how how how why why why how how how why why why how how how. She doesn't love me more than a god is capable of being loved. I need respect, I demand integrity, I demand elegance, I demand life and death in my view. I ask for too much, so the why's and the how's will continue to pursue me until we reach zion. We reach zion daily, but this time it'll be the final one i promise. Stupid angry rageful love from my brother in law, Muhammad Majid Khan The greater good and the gift of a white nationality from Mr. Justin Scott Hickenbotham meeting me literally half way even though I had nothing to offer, Orudzh Samedov The Simple Will to stand up to me, a mexican cadet named Joel Escamilio... I was given the tools. Now the internet is a place I feel safe inside. Words are only so powerful unless placed with faith. Faith requires face. Fatih Seferagic, thanks for the prayer while intoxicated on marijuana and alcohol. I needed that boost to hurt my black heart. I loved you! After arriving at a scene, emotionally, all my faith goes from my face to my left arm. The devil stays in my left leg. I know my heart is in my right lung. I swear by the prophets only to try and offend Allah in my prayers. Because offending myself makes me remember. I was given the black dragon ball in the middle as my only card in life. I stretched the dragon card so thin that now it's a sheer red tear. And that isn't even the magical one. Life is cool, powerfully scary, and I feel like tupac very often. I resurrect Tupac in ezcapechat as DatOneGuy, Nell is someone I touched the shaved leg of in 7th grade during a fire drill where the news of september 11 was also broadcasted. Now the twin towers are something my home is built on. I have died of overdosing, and that is when the internet and the ability for virtual reality to take over my brain was developed. I am an aweesome asset to the world now. My money is given to me in terms of better health. Reality is, that much of our hidden lives are hidden inside others by god. God has no face, so any time we get close, the miracles stop and god runs away. God is really fast at running. I wish I was god so I could own a gun.