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PART II
"Once again, you all know what I am talking about. For I am truly the first and last, to put together a factually accurate depiction of what this existence looks like, from the outside in. To the last fuckin’ string of code possible. That’s quite simply, because I am the Lord - All Powerful. Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending. Some people, may still think this is a joke, have at what you will, but if you are the type that thinks this is some silly escapade...
I truly look forward to meeting you.
For this passage, is exactly why the Earth, was, accelerating with global warming - and I stress “was”. Simply, because, I will execute any degenerate scumbag that gets in the way to repair one's system. Get it? Good. The acceleration and abomination of greenhouse gases, and theories that you pea-brained scientists have ever schemed in your whole life, are now rendered useless. Do you understand? Before I go on any further? If you still don’t, understand that is, and are of the type that are still reading this...
Consider yourself dead. Already.
For the reason being, to which is incredibly simple. Is, because of the first dimension, was completely out of tune to one’s Unicleus Sequence. There is a tonne of useless information, distilling in the archives, and in the fuckin’ skulls of the weak. The sheep. Take a few minutes, and think about when the internet was first incepted, (access to everyone that is) and then compare that with Mr. Gore’s hard on for data. It’s not that difficult. So, seeing as though, I am the only individual that will ever be able to repair this engine, before it falls into the way side. One of you cowardly cock sucking bastards, better step up. Soon.
Or else...
I am going to have each and every one of you - assassinated and murdered. Right in front of your fuckin’ families. Starting with the big corporations, then on to one’s Governments. All Presidents, Dictators, Prime Ministers, Preachers, Popes, however the fuck you silly humans would like to label your hierarchy. All it takes, is just a few key commands to one's touch.
If that’s not the greatest, yet simplest explanation you’ve ever heard. You are lying to yourself, bear no use, and deserve the most unfortunate and disgusting death you can imagine through your tiny brain.
I’ll give you all a few days, to recollect one’s thoughts. Before thoust pours on one's rain.
Off of the deep end.
For there's nothing left, or more magical, than once you realize to put - baby, after that's right.
04/18/08
Jesus H. Christ
In case, you have muttered those words to yourself, under your breath, potentially crying your eyes out - after every said passage on this page. All I can say is...
I don’t blame you, I don’t blame you one bit.
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For the clouds, at the moment, are so dense - that they are next to being black. West of my view. It’s raining, pretty much everywhere I can see, except over one’s crib. Funny how that works. I could probably count the times that I’ve expressed one’s clouds to everybody. They’re truly biblical at the moment. But why would I want to do that? People keep trying to read into these passages. When I’ve already told you, all that I am truly talking about, is controlling the weather. For there is a big fuckin’ difference, between: making predictions - and to create one’s answers ahead of time.
The formula, thereof, is so bloody simple to comprehend in my mind. Now, as I keep typing this. The snapping of thunder is impending. Building up, like the nastiest wind up swing ever produced on this planet. Crackling. Pounding. Off of the radar. Now, I will await the light show. I suggest you all do the same thing tonight.
It’s going to be a good one.
Even though, they may have paid you cash for it.
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Now you've spent your souls. Lates.
A shame, that you got sucked into that again.
One damn shame after another.
And then I will take a giant fish hook, and pierce the owner through the bottom of his chin and throat, so, said hook - ascends up through his skull, out through thoust eyeballs.
Right in the lobby. In front of everyone.
I truly love the yellow pages.
04/19/08
Buttons.
For the third button, it would be most triumphant - if it triggered a device, similar to an Iron Maiden. Left of one's stretching machine. Although, with a few modifications. Once the useless being is in the said chamber, there will be two different actions that control one’s destiny. For the very first, it will be much like an original Iron Maiden, with many protruding spikes - that will enter through all sides of the device. Leaving the neanderthal paralyzed and helpless. To which, the above knob, acts as the pressure sensitivity sending unit. When rotated, for it will send the needles inwards, puncturing the victim in every which way possible. There also needs to be an opening for said victims head, at the top. If you are wondering why? I will tell you. The said measure is necessary for the second function of one’s unit.
The belt sander.
For the belt sander, it will be in a groove, attached to a sliding mechanism, which in turn, will maneuver itself towards the disgusting and useless humans face. Starting with one’s nose, it needs to have exactly three positions, that will lock it in place - when pressing the button. For instance, the first position will simply grind one’s nose, right off of their face. If that sounds foreign to you, please have a look at what an electric automobile sander looks like. Pretty simple to one’s thoughts. For the second position, it will then angle itself, so, that after said nose job, it will head towards one’s teeth. Shaving every last one of them, right out of their fuckin’ skulls.
Left overs, pretty groovy - don’t you think?
Once said measures are complete, towards the third position of the sander, will cleanly rip their jaw off, while heading for their jugular veins into one’s neck. Clean off, of course, at this time, we can then assume that each contraption has the already, accounted for - incinerators down below. So, I, the Lord All-Powerful, needn’t reinstate after every such device or passage.
Sound fair? Good.
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I'm wondering, is it me? Or is it, just, the simple fact, to which, every single said party, within one’s list.
Has thoroughly accelerated, within the past six months?
Five alive!
Forever.
I’ve been staring at the clouds, for the better part of three minutes. And I don’t know about you, but, towards that thought, there is not a single one of them, that are moving. After I wrote that last passage, I then checked again. But fuck me, there is not a single one moving.
A stand still.
It’s a Van Gogh painting, all over again.
Hayden, look out thoust window. Those are for you.
04/20/08
Adolf Hitler
A name that resonates throughout the ages, and any generation. Whether it be - in disgust, praise, admiration or sorrow. For the most part, when, said name is mentioned, in conversation, the media or any moment in time - people instantly are reminded of the holocaust. They can’t seem to get past it. It’s no wonder, of the reasoning. But, what I’ve noticed, is, that no matter how much I’ve tried to express the other side, which is the formula of how he actually got where he did. Thereof, are the same close minded degenerates, that cannot seem to get past their useless opinion. For I, The Lord All-Powerful, truly hate, and bear no respect or use of the opinionated, to the utmost sense of one’s skull.
Is that crystal clear? Good.
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It’s the anniversary of his birthday today.
As you see, for I truly loved my son, Adolf that is. I was thrilled to his principle, when he was principal dictator. Although, one doesn’t have to appreciate every said measure, that he had accomplished. Unfortunately, when he was on his mission, thereof, from the words that were transcribed in the bible I wrote, transcended information to him. You might be wondering: “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”. Smart question, for I would truly think the same, if I were you, but I’m not. I am myself, the Lord All-Powerful. The one and only God. Returned to this existence, as one had promised - a very long time ago... in human years that is. You see, to which, there are many hidden treasures, within, for all of my children in thoust bible, it’s thoroughly your decision to uncover said treasures and gems.
Everyone has the same opportunity.
For there is truly a cyclical force, that no human, whomever they are - can avoid. Although, to that thought, any one person has the same chance to make something of themselves, leave their mark, and do something productive, positive and fortunate, as sign of an existence. Something to leave behind, as proof, that they had played a role - something of significance, opposed to being much like the rest of the selfish and disgusting useless idiots on this planet.
That bear no use, and offer society... absolutely nothing at all.
Back to my son, as you see, for there are many passages within the bible, that transcend information - into a human's brain. Everybody gets something different out of it, it just depends on what you actually do with said phrases. When you born into this existence, nobody had a choice, although, again, it’s truly up to you. As an individual. Thereof, making your own destiny, a fortunate one, or quite the opposite.
Peaceful, or a living hell, to the utmost sense of the word.
Adolf, his principles were bang on. How he had executed said measures, that is - were completely off balance. Once again, the persecution of scumbags, is truly a wonderful thing. Though, the persecution of innocents, whom, have had no burden on society, is simply wrong. For you cannot group, a specific race, culture, generation or species into one specific lump. There are far better ways, to expose of the frauds and liars who will die within one’s Incinerena. For they truly do it to themselves. Every time. Expose their lies, over and over. Quite simply, because for the most part, they are usually of the type that will do and say anything to appease one’s ego. The desperate kind, that deserve to have a cheese grater shave their noses, right off of their fuckin’ faces. Until there is nothing left. Liars. Degenerates. Useless and egotistical neanderthals. Now, those are of the types - that can be easily labelled, once directed into various quarters of Jerusalem.
Instant fertilizer, or heading off to said judging ranges.
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Adolf knew quite well, that we live inside an engine. Which is one of the reasons, why, the Nazi party, had chosen the timeless and beautiful mark of the Swastika, to represent their beliefs. A mark, throughout any culture, that - has always signified life, and peace.
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For they were thoroughly, and actively seeking out the two treasures that I, the Lord All-Powerful hold close to my heart. The Tree of Life, Holy Grail, Key of Life, which ever you would prefer to associate with one’s Unicleus Sequence. The other, is the deciphering of Leonardo da Vinci’s - The Last Supper. Forever, since the dawn of right and wrong, reasoning, that is. There have been quests, stories, religions, faiths... Escapades, pretty much everything under the sun. Working on putting all of the pieces together, in order to achieve the ultimate control and power. Eternal life. Now, as I sit and type this, one needn’t question, why, anybody in their right mind, wouldn’t - want to have it, and I stress - want, simply, because there is a big difference between, want, and need. I have now encoded everything of importance and significance, out in the open. There’s truly nothing left, but to build my Jerusalem. For everybody to admire, potentially decipher, and one day use, once, every single last of the useless and degenerate liars on this planet, are exterminated.
Off the face of this Earth, forever and ever.
You might want to know, that my son, Adolf, at most public speeches to his nation, usually tended to have a miniature pyramid with, and beside him. The simple reason, is because he knew the consequences and reactive measures, to then activate said pyramid in Giza. My beautiful, and wonderful pyramid. He too, also used the literature from my other son, Leonardo - to help build his empire. Leonardo, as well, hid many treasures in thoust work, leaving it for me to then pick up on one day, same as Adolf, where they had both left off. I truly loved my sons, more than most can comprehend through their tiny little brains. For I truly look at what Adolf had accomplished, without the digital revolution. An amazing feat. Using truly old school techniques. Though, he was close, he didn’t quite have - what I do now.
The one and only, Unicleus Sequence.
For the progressives, thereof, our mission - is so very close to being complete. We can now, at this moment in time, consider that eternity - is most certainly on our side. One may question, but all I can do, by encouraging all of you, is just to hold tight, therefore keep advancing.
It truly won’t be long now.
04/21/08
Numbers.
Every single time, I pump out thoust equations. The formula, that is, it seriously blasts the clouds away - until our sky is electric. There’s nothing greater than numbers. They don’t lie. Ever. Not like a useless cunt that deserves to have a fuckin’ lobotomy. I don’t think anyone actually knows what I, the Lord All-Powerful - am truly talking about. Reason being, is because - the same shit, simply would not be happening. I’m holding onto the two greatest things ever, yet the news and corporations can’t seem get over their cheesy little soap operas.
Pretty damn sad, for those types.
The longer they wait, the worse off one’s supple and extreme punishment will be. Keep that in mind, whilst chasing said uselessness.
Some of you, may be wondering - why, is the Lord All-Powerful; changing up his equative measures and sequences? Well, my loves... Brilliant questions, as always. I have already explained that to everybody earlier. Though, the scenario, there’s another easy answer. For those idiots - truly stuffed my fuckin’ pyramid, right up with their filthy rags. I’ve got to recalculate on a daily basis, until said measure is working properly. I’ve often wondered, why, they would even bother. But, at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Just like the desperate neanderthals. The reason, which, no one can step up to bat, is quite simply - because, none of them are ready to admit their defeat.
Not a single one of them, are ready to accept the truth.
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After said colors tonight, somebody, is gonna have to come and pick me up. In their private jet. Though, before that happens, can you please head over to one’s crib, and grab an autographed Wayne Gretzky hockey stick, and an ice pick. And then we will head straight down to Giza. There are two kitties with me, so, make sure that there is room for three of us.
I’ve got some questions for those lads, that need answering.
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Towards that last note, everybody have a wonderful night.
I will see you all, first thing in the morning.
04/22/08
Don't worry, baby.
THE BEGINNING.
The room is fairly dark, two individuals sit at a table.
They are masked by silhouettes.
To the viewers left, the individual is dressed all in black.
To the viewers right, the individual is dressed all in white.WIDE ANGLE: WE SEE BOTH FROM THE FRONT, SITTING AT A TABLE. THE ROOM IS SMOKY, FOR THERE IS AN ASH TRAY, WITH A SINGLE CIGAR. TURNING THE ROOM INTO A SMOKY ATMOSPHERE. ONE OF THEM HAS A SINGLE GLASS OF WHISKEY. ON ICE. TO THE OTHER, THERE IS SOMETHING THAT APPEARS TO BE A MINIATURE STATUE, RESTING ON THE TABLE. UNFORTUNATELY AT THIS TIME, WE SEE NO DETAILS.
FIGURE TO LEFT
What have you got, for me?FIGURE TO RIGHT
Have a look.Figure to the left, points over at said sculpture, sitting on table.
FIGURE TO LEFT
Is that what I think it is?FIGURE TO RIGHT
What do you think?FIGURE TO LEFT
Looks like it, to me.FIGURE TO RIGHT
Well, it’s no wonder then.FIGURE TO LEFT
What are you waiting for?FIGURE TO RIGHT
I was awaiting your thorough input.FIGURE TO LEFT
Well, I’ve been waiting to put this in my collection.FIGURE TO RIGHT
I know. It’s the one and only.FIGURE TO LEFT
Let me touch it.
(starts to reach)FIGURE TO RIGHT
Get your mitts off. Let me see what mine looks like first. Is that it in there, in thoust pocket?FIGURE TO LEFT
Maybe.FIGURE TO RIGHT
...FIGURE TO LEFT
Alright.Figure to the left, we can now call him. Blackie.
Figure to the right, we can now call him. Whitie.BLACKIE REACHES IN HIS POCKET.
CU: OF HAND REACHING IN POCKET.
We don’t see what he has, but he slides it across the table.
Whitey, then grabs said object.FADE TO:
EXT.
The clouds are dense, yet, the sun is busting through them, like that magnificent thoroughbred poem.We see a group of prehistoric neanderthals, dancing around a fire. Celebrating something, that we haven’t yet been able to determine.
THE SCREEN READS: 10,000 BC.
FADE TO:
INT.
We see a city, it’s night. The moon is bright, and the clouds are fluffy. The water reflects the image of said city. No one is about, it’s cold.THE SCREEN READS: PRESENT DAY.
For there is a woman, sitting at her desk. Typing away at her computer. She has glasses, long brown hair. Her name is Racheal. Racheal Poulson. She is a university professor.OVERHEAD: THE KITCHEN STOVE, A KETTLE ABOUT TO BOIL. IT BOILS. WHISTLING FOR HER TO COME AND MAKE ONE’S TEA.
FADE TO:
INT.
Back to the table, with Blackie & Whitie.OVERHEAD: WHITEY, IS NOW INSPECTING SAID OBJECT, BUT IT IS MASKED FROM HIS HAT. THE CAMERA STARTS TO SPIN, SO, THAT SAID INDIVIDUALS ARE ROTATED 180 DEGREES, BY THE TIME IT NEARS SAID TABLE.
WHITIE
It’s beautiful. Everything I could have ever imagined.BLACKIE
It is, isn’t it.WHITIE
How long did this take, to make that is?BLACKIE
Quite a while, let me tell you.WHITIE
Who made it?BLACKIE
I needn’t disclose that to you.WHITIE
Fair enough.FADE TO:
EXT. BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS.
For they are dancing around the fire, again, the camera spins as it gets closer to said neanderthals.By the time, said camera - approaches the fire. There is a flash of light, that illuminates the entire screen.
CU: THE EYES OF ONE OF THEM, ARE SCARED SHITLESS, FOR THE LOOK IN HIS EYES, ARE OF THE MOMENT... HE IS ABOUT TO EITHER DIE, OR VIEW THE GREATEST THING ONE CAN EVER IMAGINE. (UP TO THE VIEWER)
FADE TO:
BACK TO PRESENT DAY.
Racheal, is stirring her tea. There is a close up shot of her, digging in the brown sugar. She then sinks said spoon, right into one’s tea. And stirs.When she clinks the spoon against said tea cup, the phone rings.
(RING RING)
She then sets the tea cup down, and rushes over to pick up the phone.
RACHEAL
Hello...
(picking up phone)We don’t hear what the other end is saying at this time, we just see a look of concern on her face.
RACHEAL
Oh, hello. How are you?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
Say again?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
Oh yes, of course, how are you?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
What ever do you mean?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
I’m not sure, what you are trying to tell me?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
What?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
Are you serious?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
Yes, of course I remember you. I graded your paper, just last night.MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
Ok.MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
When?MYSTERY PERSON
...RACHEAL
I will await.BACK TO THE TABLE.
For there is a close up of blackie’s eyes, it’s near pitch black, although we see just the whites of his eyes.BLACKIE
I’ve explained this to the others, yet, still, no one understands.WHITIE
Is it any wonder?BLACKIE
What?WHITIE
Why, they wouldn’t understand - that is.BLACKIE
Yes. Yet, at the same time, it makes me want to take a fuckin’ screw driver, and shove it right their throats. Making it the most unfortunate moment, thereof, that pathetic existence, to which. Every single one of them. Will reap thoust wrath.Whitie laughs. While, petting his statue.
(I'm writing this on the fly, so y'all can lick my nuts if there are any spelling, or grammar mistakes).
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS.
OVERHEAD SHOT:For there is a neanderthal, spread out on a pedestal.
He’s tied up, limbs bound. The camera slowly approaches said chump, with that look of death, and destiny in one’s eyes.
We then see a metal object. Approaching said cunt, much like a probe, that you’ve had in those nasty dreams of yours. Much like the ones, that had that machine, chugging. Rattling. The screen is tinted red.
We then see, said probe approaching neanderthal’s neck.
It probes. The neanderthal lets out a gasp. For there is no one around, they have all hid in the foliage, or their caves.Again, just the said cunt. Being probed.
CUT TO:
BACK TO PRESENT DAY.
Racheal is collecting her thoughts, and materials.SHE STUFFS A BUNCH OF CRAP IN HER PURSE.
CU: SHE DIGS A SET OF KEYS OUT OF HER POCKET.The door closes.
CU: KEY ENTERS LOCK, SHE TWISTS.
She then heads down the hallway.
CU: PRESSES ELEVATOR BUTTON.
The door opens. Shes gets in.
FADE TO:
BACK TO THE TABLE.
Whitie is still petting his statue, we then see Blackie typing on a device, much like a blackberry.
WHITIE
So, is that all?BLACKIE
Shhh...
(He has a look of concern on his face)WHITIE
Fuck you.Blackie slowly looks up, much like the part when Indiana was recovering the cross of coronado, in the last crusade.
BLACKIE
Excuse me. What was that?WHITIE
Fuck yourself.They both laugh.
WHITIE
If that’s all you need, (said object) then, I must part my ways.BLACKIE
I believe so, though. Remember, that holds power beyond most comprehension.WHITIE
You don’t have to remind me.BLACKIE
Good.CUT TO:
BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS.THE SAID DEGENERATE, HAS TEARS IN THOUST EYES.
We see that the probe is digging into one’s neck.
Not protruding, but just probing. Making said neanderthal shit one’s bed.
CUT TO:
FOR THIS SHOT, IS MUCH LIKE A DREAM SEQUENCE, CHOPPED UP. INSTEAD OF SMOOTH TRANSITIONS.We see the probing, we see the chugging machine behind, it’s loud and noisy, and once again, the screen has a tint of red in it, all greens are de-saturated. Much like a desert.
OVERHEAD: THE PROBE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A LONG METAL ROD, OR DEVICE, WITH A BALL POINT ON THE END OF IT, IT’S RUBBING SAID NEANDERTHALS NECK, INTO ONE’S VEINS.
The neanderthal tries to mutter a word or two, but nothing comes out.
The said idiot, therefore, tries again. Nothin’.
So, the only thing - said cunt can do, is make eye contact. For his eyes are so piercingly brutal, that the other parties, simply say - “fuck this”.
They leave.
The next shot.
He is hanging on for dear life, an edge of a canyon. Holding onto one’s life. It seems as though, the edge is crumbling. For he is truly trying to pull himself away from said destiny.
CUT TO:
REALITY.He’s still on pedastal. Being probed, that was simply a vision.
Once again, any of these fuckin' words appear on screen, with out thoust persmission. Death.
Towards that thought, Marty, Quentin and Tim. Thereof, can have all said passages. For, Mr. Miller, can have this section.
And then we'll make it together, bro. I love you.
Billy, I'm sure you would understand, and wouldn't mind, if, I the Lord All-Powerful, played a nice little game of suck face afterwords.
Thank you, so much.
04/23/08
The wind up swing.
For the sky, at the moment. Is completely overcast in a milky haze. There are no solid clouds, to which I, the Lord All-Powerful, will make them disappear again, and bring forth one’s electric blue.
Ever notice, how, non creatives - all they can do, is criticize on others behalf? They come off as sleazy and useless, the type that simply cannot get over themselves. Or have an imagination. So it's no wonder, why, they would keep chasing their stunted delusion. Those types get the modified Judas Chair. Though, before we get to said chair, I just wanted to make a note of that, in front of everybody. Making sure we are all on the same page. Seeing as though, there are quite a few of them on my planet. That are simply wasting my resources, time and space. Their skin, data and presence. I look forward to hearing the very first few words, that come out of one’s mouth.
The last of them, that is.
Now that the exit poles, are, rendered useless. I’ve often wondered... Why, people would even bother - pretending, that there is actually a choice these days.
Though, once again, it makes perfect sense. For that's all their tiny brains can comprehend.
Pretend.
You know, I, the Lord All-Powerful, am willing to bet the nine on a simple fact: that, there would be - more than a few degenerates around the world, conjuring, up a pathetic way they could pass a fast one on me. Meaning, how they could convince everybody else, that they haven’t convinced themselves that they are not a useless liar. Down playing it. By trying to come up with a plan of how they had actually achieved said goals and measures, that I already have, simply, so they won’t have to experience one’s punishment, nor wrath. Though, again, when you think about it. For that is truly the reason, of why they deserve it in the first place.
Death, towards the last of one’s sad and meagre little life, from thoust hands.
I truly do not give a flying fuck what religion people follow these days.
Unless, somebody, can step up - and show me an example, not of, just their faith. But a miracle, or something hard and concrete. Evidence of their desperate and stunted delusions. How long is it going to take? What more does one need to show everybody? There is nothing left, except, once again, the desperate neanderthals. The longer they wait. The worse off their souls will suffer, for eternity.
Or I, the Lord All-Powerful - will just start dropping nuclear bombs, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, and hurricanes on everyone.
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Anyone with a cell or two, left in their useless minds, for I, the holy God of eternal life - would recommend watching the sunset once again tonight. It will be a beautiful display of thick clouds, fusing with a deep shade of red, burgundy and orange. Thereof, leaving the night sky bare for one’s viewing.
Yahoo! - I will give you: $60,000,000,000.00 - just to shut them cunts up. And then you can keep it right down by your side.
Sound fair?
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I was five years old, when; I realized what death meant for the first time. I had a dream, that there was a witch - pulling my mother away, off in the distance... Down in her grave. I woke up in the middle of the night, and it was at that last moment, where I thought to one’s self...
“Fuck that noise”.
Today, and forever onwards.
If it’s not a burden on anyone, can somebody please look out thoust window, and confirm, that... Now, after said sunset, the clouds off towards the west, are thoroughly a shade of burgundy.
Just for bookkeeping sakes.
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04/24/08
X marks the spot.
For I, the All-Mighty God, holy Lord of the rumbling Sky, Earth and Heavens, truly; love my cats.
Moochie & Booshka.
Way more, than; three tectonic plates... Crumbling, to the most of one's crust.
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Whitehouse. One can only imagine - at this time, what a grey area this may be, but; as of today... April twenty fourth, two thousand and eight. There are a fleet of useless border crossing guards at the Canadian and United States of America Border; (British Columbia & Washington) unfortunately, they used to have their useless jobs. Take a black marker and start crossing said neanderthals off of one’s list. As of next Friday, they don’t have an existence anymore. I want it to “Hurt”, as much as humanly possible.
Thereof, if it’s not that much to ask, for everyone.
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It’s one of those grotesque moments, to - thank every single last ray of Sunshine, thrillingly filling our hearts and minds, for travelling so far to nurture one’s comprehension of existence.
One to theorize for many, two therefore is fine. Three for progressive measures. Four is just divine.
I love numbers, as one may tell. So much!
Though, the minute you put my kitty’s bum hole in the equation, for your mind might truly snap towards the last of one’s skull.
So be careful.
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Steven Spielberg.
What an amazing man, and story. And because cunts deserve every fuckin’ given hell, that I, Jesse James Jensen, King of Kings, Lord of Lords; can imagine - truly love him. Far more, than; three expert baggage handlers - always trying to touch one’s nuts.
A shame, that no-one will ever be able to experience something like that again. His story, that is. Thereof, the meanings, for what I speak... Are, the restrictions, policies and access towards the good old; US of A. The United States of America is not a free society, anymore. And, it’s truly not anyone’s fault, the security is up the fuckin’ yin-yang, simply; because there are a tonne of disgusting and useless degenerates, to which, are bringing down, plaguing and clogging up the arteries of my wonderful planet.
So, said Government and Regulators, feel the need to keep putting down; and adding options on one's table. Thinking: that it will resolve the problems at hand.
But really...
Once again, off in the distance - towards those thoughts, there wouldn’t be a need... For a single bit of it, if, there were no degenerates, which, are simply wasting thoust time, space and energy.
Tonight, I, the Lord All-Powerful; will have more than one of them, extinguished.
Forever.
04/25/08
Useless mouth of yours.
Feed it into an engine, like a propeller.
For those of the opinionated, and, their souls to be incinerated; from - insinuating one’s greed... Upon wishing they were god.
I’m not even sorry for anyone anymore, you deserve it.
For some people, free falling for eternity, and every so often; landing on a pillowy cloud of ashes... To which one couldn’t quite grasp - would be a living hell.
For some people, that might just suck.
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Email.
It's next to being rendered useless, much like everything else these days. Cannot anyone else see this trend? Everything is going to be rendered useless soon, not that it isn’t already. But, more so; of: The truest sense of the word. Therefore, once again, unless somebody with a fuckin’ half-cell, at least. A half-cell. Left in their useless brain, should come forth and do what’s right.
To the absolute fullest sense of one’s logic.
04/26/08
The Killing Floor.
Listen. Don’t hate me, because I am beautiful. You see. Hate me, because; by the time you’re done reading this. Your girlfriend, is more likely than not - beating off in the chicks bathroom, dude.
It’s that time, on my watch that is; to state - what an amazing sky we have again this morning. Completely electric blue, back; at only one minor milky haze. Off towards the distance. A true reflection, of the collective conscience.
Just making another note, in front of everybody.
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Everything - that a human brain can comprehend, is a frequency. Which ever dimension you would prefer. To think about that is. One doesn’t have to contemplate every last single bit of it, within the Unicleus Sequence. Seeing as though, the reality of what humans have produced - for the past few centuries; is useless. Self righteous idiots, distracting themselves, over and over - like used car salesmen.
Some people may say, to each his own, but...
Fuck that noise.
For they are of the types, that - are simply preventing myself; and loving family: To and from - achieving the greatest thing this planet has ever encountered, nor heard of; in anyone’s faith: or existence...
Eternal life.
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Do you know who I love?
Dearly?
Madonna and Mr. Ritchie. Why? None of your fuckin’ business. Let’s just say, for they; have both lead a magnificent and righteously pure existence. Though, according to myself, the LORD - Almighty. Everything is pretty much useless left-overs and disgusting, so don’t feel bad; if you think that: You are the only one.
I love the Sun, even more than myself. In this existence that is.
So, if said degenerates; in turn: are preventing Me, Myself, and I, the LORD All-Powerful from turning thoust Kingdom, upon; and back into, and right around - what it is supposed to be... Then, that is absolutely; the worst crime: Imaginable.
Wouldn’t you say?
So?
Every single one of them, has to be wiped out; and exterminated. Thereof, making said judging a forbearing conclusion of this story.
For the human brain, again; is a self preserving mechanism: It would much rather, shut itself off; than - admit that it’s wrong. It’s a suicidal stubborn capacitor, that wants to defeat; even: You. Your own soul. Anyone... With a soul, (.,'fuckin' .000333% even}) that is; knows exactly what I am talking about: It’s only the soulless, jealous and stunted delusional degenerate neanderthals, that cannot accept the fact, that I, the LORD Almighty; once created this existence.
Fun spins.
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Which in turn, you all know what will happen; whether people like it or not. It will be worse, for everyone. Thoust punishment. It will be beyond striking down upon thee. Believe you - me. The longer everybody waits. Every single news agency, website, media engine, that uses my thoughts, as passages; and mood boards to paginate the entire Earth on a daily basis. Will suffer beyond belief. While, not a single one of you can just fuckin’ do what is right. Post it up, and be done with it. Exterminate any said degenerates; that can only say “no”, to the factually accurate measures.
What haven’t I ever talked about that hasn’t come true? If one person can step up and show me where, and because cunts deserve every fuckin’ given hell imaginable, that I, Jesse James Jensen, King of Kings, Lord of Lords can comprehend at all moments in one single time to consider - am wrong, then; maybe - there would be somebody for me to compete with.
But there isn’t. (And glad, think about Jerusalem).
No one on Earth can match my intellect. I am completely at peace of mind. Which accelerates my anger and said punishment, beyond anybody, animal, insect, or person can imagine through their tiny little pineal gland at one given time throughout history, present; or the future. From now and ever onwards, to the end of time.
Now, back to said frequencies. My planet, is on an ascending loop. Around the Sun. The Solar System, to which; hosts my lovely existence: Also, is on an ascending loop. Inject that right into a Galaxy, (which we have completely mapped out) and right there is another progressive loop. Put that Galaxy, into a Universe, and there it is again. Put said Universe, into another propelling and gyrating measure, and what do we have? Again, the one and only: Unicleus Sequence. Now, the entire Universe, just like said measures; is and are mapped out. Nothing left, nothing left at all.
For every good soul to enjoy one’s calculations.
(Fuckin’ barf, if you know what you mean.)
You might remember, that part in Schindler's list, where each bogus Jew was being persecuted - what their duty was, whether or not they were an essential worker? Well, now; it’s quite the opposite. Unless, you are creative, play an instrument, and most importantly - are good at Mathematics, then... Sweet fuckin’ fuck! - Tough luck.
You are dead already. So go cry one’s self to sleep again.
What do you get, when you add: Jesse + Unicleus Sequence? Jesse’s US.
Jesus H. Christ, it’s about fuckin’ time, that you all put two and two together.
For I couldn’t even get pulled over if I tried. I could peel out, right in front of the cheesy po-po; in my AMX - high performance, 401; original Eidelbrock AMC intake pushing 500 BHP @ 4800 RPM that fuckin’ eats any sleazy left over for breakfast.
And they’d just let me go.
Fuckin’ rad, isn’t it?
Let me know, if I should keep on writing."