I have a theory, maybe there was a lord up there that fed up with our shit and well be to pick the lock on heavens gates. Dry humor. I mean that whole track across the dessert about food diddnt sink in just look at he suppression. Where was the word of god while making descions that lead to that occuring?! Id go on but it seems like god or o god ....the word of god powerful or not..... what all I see is plague after plague on every lvl that hasnt discriminated ...from those who use voodoo in Africa all the down the line to cops running a murderous ruckus all sides called upon spiting on the very ground veterans put card bored down on at nite. With the freedom we have left it doesnt make much difference anymore. I was called a homo in grade school, maybe cause I wasnt a brat if I lost at tetherball. Then again a year or so ago at aga station. The real world to me is like one big day at school with everyone complaining about what that do and dont have to as well recess where we are reliving the walk out the door to swings and we complain about a wife to getbeer neighbor, how much braces cost, ect One recess as a kid we were all sat down orderly fashion and reminded of a rule that could ofbeen old any other time than the line to get lunch and the fifteen mins to run around in between classes Praying for computer lab where I could feelgood about something like typing than waiting for a brake from sheets cause I didnt just enough withthe teacher talking me through it aside the hyroglypics on the bored I could get them to do anything but call my name if I count and starre fan blades the direction they cant deduce me from watching while its moresimulating to get the right fan blade twice than hear my name called on and perform alook of wide wyed astoshment I dont have the answer to the educational question.the first time I had give intothe anxiety stuck umung the rest doing as told lead to rgreting I diddnt name the fan blades and really be a student this time even though numerical sxribbles that tell a story more appealing to fake dedication and you love me politeness as my guideline of being good or bad because would rather be home eating hot dogs and dressing my cat up. I failed when Igave into the clutches of stupidity bringing a handwritten letter from Clinton as show and tell just stolen on the same day. Never played in the kitchen at school just drew huge portrates of lol! Outside...forest and stuff... here maybe the bunny clue we should hop outside and play. One yearal the kids sat down outside to be reminded yet again of a rule they felt adamant about was made clear, soi just hoped up and took off for the playground- I sat right back down astonished no had followed. The teachers exscuse was that they were gonna waste our time since wasted theirs. That must beday before I could double tie show lasces that I got the activist bug and stand up for the things I belive in. I got distracted on here but hey if I remember it and my cell is glued by my fingers till I hear more on South C.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 04:09:24 +0000
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