When I preface things not acceptable to the ethereal mind fucks. The blowback I get is. WoW, Gun Shots... Really, Gun Shots! Just as I was laying this down. Gun Shots and here's the 'is'. When ops and friends lock on to your ass. They time the mother fucking shit too the ethereal level to haunt their prey. Now, not awe ops. Get this, life under the belly of the beast is Compartmentalized. There are levels you can piss off. And there are levels you should, just, think about it! They're the ones with their hands tied against the n.w.o. onslaught! That's why their modus operandi is "Boo koo dinky dao", but with soul!
Some times the brave believe that the few outway, the many. I say we awe count! Too many fallen brothers un-right now! Bring my family, home! We got one here too. But this ones, a fox in the hen house! Errr
Yes, DARRP, has some bad ass undercurrents. When you're clear you can smell the shit coming and working you! The vibes are more an obvious onslaught. So I think they yank the volume on me! But, to the spec's, shit's wild. You can bump it off, but they do likes to play! Weak minds really bend out of shape. That's funny. I know I get their shit worked! Hey Hey my my! OH, I was alarmed at the weapons being discharged outside the house in the street.
No, my neighborhood is awesome. None of that shit normal. So, like I said. Awe your shit, each and every one of ya. Get on the list. Feel the power. Smell the fear. Then get a great Bottle Of Scotch and say, fuckem! Don't come in the house.
Now of course I do have to elaborate. Ah, if your mother fuckin house is surrounded. Ah, I'd check to see if you could resolve this issue carefully. I keep a bullhorn at the door. That weigh there's a lessor probability of an accident on my ass. Oh, note of wisdom. If your ass is outnumbered, and you are at a disadvantage. Yield the funking premises, the weigh you feel is right! You got that shit! There you go. Psyche 1o1. They'll trigger happy your ass for awhile then come about another angle. But like shadow. They love you! I love them too!!! Don't come in the fucking house! Damn, outta Scotch! Anyone sober enough to bribe?
Oh, and this is a secret message to my Alien Friends who've been keeping tabs on this shit. Yeah, our own have become RABBID HOLING MOTHER FUCKERS! And they're pretty much gonna kill U.S. with bankrupting our nation, chem-ing the sky with shit that compromises our immune system like was done in Africa, maybe the sins of the current father muckers we're paying fore, destroying our blood bought and paid fore Constitution, trashing our Heritage and History of Honorable Men in Fact, Are gonna tax U.S. for breathing, use the weapons of the military we bought and paid fore on it's own people, in awe fronts including an engineered bio, avian/pig virus, and DARPA.
Do I have to remind you the anthrax sent by pissed officed to senators came from the military's stockpile juat about the same time brain cancer was climbing it's spike. That's some fucked up shit when thery target you or a group of any being/creature), economic bankruptcy/destruction and transfer of Ownership and Title of Our Autonomy and Country (for now, the shits just being finalized right before Sep of next year) We've been sold in pieces since 1913 and even un-documented even earlier, and Psyche Warfare. Yep, we're at the threshold of the greatest slap in the face. The greatest insult. This is when pigs fly!
Scotch damn it, more scotch! Damn, the things I left off the list. These are the things I've been beatin the pavement with here. At my post! http://roosterwoodstock.blogspot.com/
What, you think I'm doin this cause I ain't got nothing better to do. Get the Fuck Off Your Ass and check into giving respect to humans, Americans with Credentials. Those who you've trusted with your lives at Missile Bases and Pilots. Get Off your Ass and learn something! Brush your teeth. Know your song well before you start singing... It's a hard reign. That's gonna fall!
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