My Thing, Pal, Head Out, Bratton, My thing. My thing is this. Like I did a dab with other things Ive done, one one target of mine wants me to fully do what I do. What I do, sentence, fact and rule wise is a DOA delivery thing. This is not a thing to be proud of. What I do is not a thing to respect. What I do is merely a thing to bring ALL into compliance with simple rules. I and mine tear daily over this Thing I Do. It is a sad thing we do, sadness of the highest order. Mourn first, show owed respects. Then, find some repose for what has been done. Repose cant be found, thats the legal problem, therein lies the diplomatic tension. No Repose, No Finality, No Redemption. This is the reality I live in; it torments me daily. How do I find peace where peace does not lie? I cant. Thus I Am. I pray, wish and would front myself for death tomorrow to die for some resolve of a peaceful compromise here. I cant, I know that. Thus I live in My Israel State. Now you might understand a dab of the problem here. Now disclosed. Black, I am Israel. White, I am Israel. Yellow, I am Isreal. Price Economics: My Eggs Case. I am Israel, WIC burns for the Eight of Minora! It makes no Global sense to me. I Am Israel - For You, For US - All. Im just me, I just tell you facts and remind of simple stuff. I am horrified and haunted by resistance to reality: Shifting to my adversary, I grant you 24 hours, no more, to give me both your ring (meaning the finger on your ring finger) and you liver and now kidney, to save those worthy of life lives. Jurisdiction, Bratton - Queen E. I have it, you dont. P.S. Im Horse Worker, you are not! https://youtube/watch?v=QZtyvlzVm7Y
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 10:09:49 +0000
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