Missed it by that much, when little eddy said he didn't love his

That song suspends reason with a harmony. How can ultra frequency omens reveal the path of the corrupt. They've mastered wavelengths beyond our need to know. From a hostile overthrow of your bodies dynamic, harmonic, static and balance. Being their, being done that. Ouch, the arm pit surgery was painful. And, the psychic irrational pulse/wave will make popcorn. I'll bet many of you didn't know your body can be pummeled by frequencies.  Trade my implant for yours!

Times like this I feel a need to elaborate whet dreams. In the late 70's. I' living the life of a beachcomber, was returning mid tropical storm to my home on my houseboat, inebriated. I'd have to row out to her off Bradenton Beach and the waves were astonishingly high that night. I checked my shorelines by pulling them and could tell they were taught. When I awoke out in the middle of the Gulf half sunk and sinking. I knew I wasn't in kansas anymore. No land in sight. That's when, ce' me no savie too mucho espan'ol came into play. The Cuban PT that came to my aid was kind enough to let me board her and waited with me there until an American private cruiser came by and I asked for a ride home and to board. Tough daze. Being there and doing that!