Thursday, July 9, 2009

There are places I remember in my life and some have changed

It was a day, in september. That day I'll awe weighs remember. Cause that was the day. When those, in 3 buildings died. That was the day, we stood down. We stood down. We, stood, down...
You're awe gonna shit your pants when you find out, at how many levels you have been permeated/saturated for yours/our control. I'm pretty sure you've got it figured that the travesties to come are aimed at you too! Momma told me not to come. You might not like what you become, when you get there.
I don't wanna hurt anybody's freedom, um, feelings! Splitting the heirs of truth will blow your mind into a navigated corridor of containment. Just a shot of heir and, thunk, asleep and finally, B-o-l-o-g-n-a. You don't need me to quote the FEMA containment statutes, made available, with plans they'll implement and enforce...
Hey buddy, wanna buy some heat. I can't afford the carbon tax. At my calculations we'll awe be otta here in two shakes of a virgins ass.
Listen, the elitist have quite a few newfie's without a clue. They're finding it hard to splain why they've not tied this up yet. You see, awe their boasting of how they got the mighty America by the seat of pants/ass and balls. Somehow the carbon dioxide in the rest of the world could give a fuck what we pseudo-icly do with the fucking heir! Awe, but oui du...
The most important key to measure where they are in the psycho babble mind control on the issues now conspired to throw U.S. off. Ah, won't work, bitches...
Tacked, traced and data-based. Yes, that's where oui are. www.Infowars.com is kicking some serious ass. What is wrong with the fillers is, they're fillers. Don't you dare talk them back into this cold fucking reality. They fucking like Mayberry, no matter who gives it to them. They'll fight any War to save Tibet if it can be done by Mantra and shredded wind blown prayer cloths. The lesson to Mantra, is to insight the "I won't take this shit no more" or give up the fucking land an go find some sympathy out there in the elitist/commie/socialist run down controlled and manipulated fucking world. At least you'll be, a paid Icon. With lots of memorabilia you can sell. I love the Big Bad Baby Buddha Boi...

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