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Hey Descarte Was My Brother, Dummy

Forecast aplenties with no degradations announced vertically, religiously or otherwise could have englanced my intuities to a mind over marketed by nomin al periods of intellectual cell growth, idea by idea. Brain overextended as to their poor prowess of non testicle religious sperm overture, unless un-diagnosed as to a pre disposed sexual prominant/pretense in and Behind the in scenes; as long as we don't get **** caught in the inbetweens of church and state, they said. I speak of Jack, my cousin, ever faithful Catholic boy/teen in Panama that sequestered himself in a tristful/trustful forced sex/ex ship behind the alter to reach a cathoflect pornpotential. It killed him in the end ever social sense of him being the closet in the stoic 60"s, no way out if not a pussy hound. I hate the dimensions that prolonged his misery, agony, secretivity in cruising for the other side of the present culture and final sex alcohol ***** death, despite his social yields. Ignorance, religious presecution, stupidity and all of the ever present yesterday/today standards that unequipp the where-with -alls of our mean right crusaders. God is good, as long as he believes in traditional marriage?One man, many women? The Bible begets you plenty as long as u were on the right page. Altho, I am a known given hetero, I am left alone despite my following/lawful/loving ways. Woman/Women? No need for them/their anything, anytime, anyhow manipulative, managing, meandering misgivings. Better off 13 years sex dead and gone prowess as 34 years taught me, stupid is as stupid does. Leave others as they seek/stain their human fortunes; the self is the course of all real isms we need to discover interno and to reinvent coexistinvest to my/mine self be half true?. Take time to think, tune in/turn on to yrself and device out, enliven you and all those close to u. Disregard all technology as a foe to personal growth, ongoing news personal intelligence. It won't be there for u. But can u draw from your own soul brain within a practiced junk juncture and fill the generation gap if all goes to Hell? Fix the Problem, not the Blame, mindhole.

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