?

 For the real question is,
who's going to be the first one***

O*K*

I just want to get this straight***

For there are three types of people to one's view*

1* The type that simply don't understand one's concept*

2* The type that completely understand, yet cannot admit it, out of jealousy, or are afraid of what others may think of them, to which in my eyes seem like the sorriest bunch of suckers and degenerate scumbag losers, I have ever encountered in my whole life*

3* The type that completely understand, yet cannot admit, for the fear of our society not being able to grasp one's concept, meanwhile our planet degenerates because of this stunted logic*

For our government, what information are you hiding from the public? What don't you want us to know, and what do you plan to do with one's society? Keep bickering at each other's useless habits, until a nuclear bomb is dropped?

Oh yeah, I guess I forgot the most important part, to which there are fleets of retards, who can't keep the jobs - that they don't even want in the first place* While spending their "hard" earned money on useless garbage to appease one's pea sized brains*

And then not be able to afford their mortgage, foreclose their equity and go bankrupt* High five!

Once upon a time, our government used to work for everyone* Now, it's just another conglomerate of a machine* Set agendas, positions, rules, all laid out on the table which is supposed to work together when in tune* I am sure you have heard the term - pea brain?

Well, it's there for a reason* For our brains, in the center, have a gland called - the pineal gland* To which can easily be programmed by one's government, leaders, illuminati, what ever you want to fuckin' call it* Idiots, in my mind* Get over yourselves, please*

The government doesn't want us to be individuals, for they would much rather shut us up with that ridiculous formula posted above* I truly don't know who anyone is trying to kid anymore, they just seem like a bunch of desperate neanderthals on the verge of extinction*

For it's truly not anyone's fault* It's a giant planet, with a ton of goofs that wish they were god, or have some belief that they can't seem to agree, or get over with* Let's face it, it's all about power and control* Money* Oil* Gold* Religion* It used to be like that, anyway*

Maybe that's what they can't get over?

Critics, who doesn't love a good one? Especially if that's all they can do* Convince themselves that what they are doing is something more than stating a useless set of advisory statements to a large population of humans that are nearly losing their complete train of thought*

Talking about what they never had in the first place?

Neat*

Powers that be, sweet powers that be* Do you ever just think, that, for the simple reason to which they can't imagine one's world without currency? That's their true idea of power* Sad isn't it* Poor soulless beings* Chasing the elusive dragon, for eternity*

I have yet to hear one solid plan, from anybody*

Are they scared to lose what they have? A close minded selfish life? Seems to me, there is a lot more to win for everyone* But alas, I will keep pumping this shit out, until the silly neanderthals can't even cry themselves to sleep anymore*

All month*

For I truly love to watch the desperate neanderthals squirm to one's passages* One by one, they'll insinuate that they're not using this as inspiration, and invert a metaphor* They must realize how ironically pathetic that is? Don't you?

A true vortex in the greatest sense*

I guess you could say, if one doesn't care about their demographic* And all they yearn for is attention and money, what good are they for anybody? So people can distract themselves all day from the shit they don't want to be working on?

Kind of makes them a slutty whore, doesn't it?

Iraq* What an out of control mess* All parties, for there should be one ultimatum* And one only, peace on that side* Or that's it* Lights out* How long is going to take? I don't give a flying fuck anymore about anyone's excuses* It's nonsense*

Let's hear some answers, before I say some nasty shit*

San Francisco, what an amazing city* Shame it couldn't share that same grace today* For I am truly embarrassed to even type one's message* For the entire nation must be so proud to one's conquest* Yet, every news channel, station or blog***

Will move onto the very next cheap thrill*

For the economy is peaking at it's finest moment towards one's history* Is any wonder why people can't, or don't spend their hard earned money (which doesn't even really belong to them in the first place)? For there is no money left in one's system*

Righteous*

One's airlines are proving to be as stable, or yet, maybe even more stable than the economy itself, or the government for that matter* Can't you feel the love and support from the entire collective conscience? Everyone seems so proud*

Towards everyone listed thus far*

911* What's up with that? I thought the reasoning behind the war was to find Osama? How long has it been, and what lies have you told to one's entire public? I have yet to hear of why we are still actually in Iraq? Don't be a fuckin' liar*

Why did the other towers fall to the ground?

It's funny, I keep watching these cheesy fuckin' announcements, and I can't help but think - what was the point? For it's truly the same shit we've heard for about 7 years to one's memory* That sounded like the sorriest statement I've ever heard*

Keep going*

Deficit* I'm not sure people know what that means* Federal or public, what that means is that every penny that you think is yours, is not* It's all borrowed money* Which should be paid back sooner than later* Some super power, aren't they?

So, keep pretending that everything is alright*

Awe, I keep watching the news try to console themselves* For they must not be doing to well at the moment* We all know that, when people are down, for the only thing they can do is make statements to try and feel better about one's self*

You all must be so proud!

If you think about it, isn't that the very same reasoning behind Pearl Harbour or Vietnam? Keep telling the population that everything is alright* Or they have won? What have they won? The fact that a bunch of retards have fell for the lies?

If so, congratulations*

Do you know what's funny and sad at the same time? Technology companies and the internet* Who think they are leaders on the forefront of technology* But really, what they truly are, are just slaves to retards* That don't even respect them*

Lords of the retards* Kings of the weak minded*

And those scandal blog sites, for I am sure the people running those have convinced themselves that their something more than just a distraction for useless idiots that don't want to be working on the shit that was handed to them*

How stunted*

Excuses, that's what I keep hearing* From everybody* Nobody on this planet has a set agenda for the entire Universe* For they can't get over themselves, or their measly little life* Is it any wonder why we are at war, or have been forever?

I love watching insecure pussies squirm*

Now that it's rendered useless, I turned off the news* For the first time in about six months* Now on to various other forms of media* But where to start is the question? I guess it's time to start combing through one's archives***

Since there is nothing worthwhile to watch*

Giza* I'm curious as to why they have restricted access to my pyramid? It's the equivalent of running the millennium falcon with no chemicals or resonators* For the government can say what ever they want about the mystery*

All I want to know is***

Who carved the fuckin' silly face onto one's cat?

For there is absolutely nothing left to read on one's internet* Media wise that is* It's the same nonsensical garbage regurgitated, over and over* All I can say, is thank you so much* Fortunately, there's only a few short years to go*

Right before the entire population has lost focus*

The only vibes I am receiving are of those that were already mentioned* Unfortunate bastards distracting themselves with nonsense during the hours they should be working* Thereof the light keeps shining brighter for the progressives*

Hang in there, it won't be long now*

For my gold reserves, I am also curious as to why one's stash has depleted since the last time I checked? Where is it going? I've got a pretty good theory, and was wondering if anyone had a better answer before I spilled it out to everyone*

Once again, thank you so much!

As the vortex tears, for the Earth wears***
a smile to which one shines so bright*
When the planets align, for the Sun combines***
rays, that travel throughout the night*
Though the vortex tears, for the Earth repairs***
everything, which once tried to hinder*
For the storms carry on, and the Moon beyond***
space, for we are just a splinter*

Passages, sweet bloody passages*

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I don't know about you, but I would sink one's battleship - deep into one's sea, just to resolve the forbearing perversion towards one's council* For there is more than (-329169-140) tonnes missing to one's calculations*

Plus, three ingots short of a six pack*

People keep asking - why are there no comments entered into one's book? For there have been many repulsive idiots, to which I would rather not have them listed on one's site* If you know what I mean* Who would want that noise?

I don't read a single bit of that garbage*

And the clouds transformed, while the sun adored***
towards the edges, of each single one*
Not a moment too late, heaven open it's gates***
and fulfilled it's promise thereof*

To which prepared the landing of one's view*

In my mind, for there's nothing greater than to teach a beautiful woman how to play with one's clouds* While I play with hers, for it truly goes hand and hand to one's senses* For instance, tonight, there will be a golden rose sunset*

Whilst the other side, forever reaps one's storms*

My Pyramid, my sweet fuckin' Pyramid* For they could stuff it, right up with one's rags* It'll do no good* I've already licked it, for the better part of a decade* So guess what? I'm going to create some fun now, like no other to one's view* All I can say is***

Just wait until it has new resonators, and filled with chemicals*

Imagine the gratification, of instantly being able to incinerate anything, and anywhere you want* Satisfaction comes to one's mind as well* A turbo charged force of energy, three times richer than any cheesy little nuke could ever offer*

It's just takes a bit to warm up, if you know what I mean*

Do you ever just sit there, wondering, that, by the time 2008, and it's ascension finally meets up with 2012, and it's descent* What impact that may have on our entire collective conscience? I've a few passages that may relate to one's topic, off the top of my mind* That some people may, or may not find fascinating* It's truly up to you*

For it would be rather generous of others to view one's point*

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It must be, that*** Some of you maniacs, are refreshing one's page every five seconds or so, or it's all working just perfectly*

Probably a little bit of the both* Either way, works fuckin' fine for all of one's pals!

Yah know, shame about the others*

Just* I love that word, for many reasons*

Don't you?

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Right now, for our sun is busting through the clouds like - that magnificent thoroughbred poem*

Tonight:

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Quick question:

Who wants to***

Feel

So

?

Good Morning*

04/12/08

I gave the news another shot this morning* And funny enough, it's the same shit over and over* For there is no war with the middle class* They simply wouldn't exist without one's generates* Get a fuckin' grip*

I truly don't care what anyone says* Non creatives are useless for our planet* All they do, is consume and criticize* Sure, 99% of the population are next to being retarded* Reason being why their fire will never extinguish* Much like how the US government, at the way they are moving* Will absolutely never be able to repair one's 231 year old engine that they keep promising, and trying to jump-start*

It's like watching a fleet of idiots, who keep adding gas to an already flooded carburetor in someone's old piece of shit Chrysler* For they keep adding more options to one's table* And then wonder why it doesn't work anymore* The chain of command is so fuckin' long and overbearing, that absolutely nothing gets done these days* Except keep spending money that's not theirs, and regurgitate useless information*

As much as one may promise on the campaign trail, or in the oval office* For the word "recession" how many times have we heard: "are we in one?" What do you think? Depression? It's going to be even worse than the great one, if people don't start to wake the fuck up* The founding forefathers are more than likely laughing in their grave about this whole ordeal*

What a beautiful morning*

It doesn't matter where I go, the instant I meet some pea-brained fuckin' idiot* All they want to do is, tell me their life story* Over and over* For they can't wait until you are done speaking, so they can dazzle you with their useless information, every five seconds* For instance, I'll be out in public, which everything seems "fine" - to one's view* For the Earth always looks fine, but I mean, more so of the population* People on the outside, seem all nice and friendly, you know, normal people* But it's the instant I communicate with someone that keeps leading me right back to square one***

Besides my close family, every single person on Earth, is a neanderthal compared to us*

For the people that have never met me, they might be wondering*** I speak crystal clear English, I simply choose not to, because I'd rather not associate myself with disgusting losers that have nothing to offer for one's society*

If you know what I mean*

For when the day comes, whilst sitting on one's throne* Judging the degenerates* I'm not even going to evaluate a single bit of war mongering, lies, deceit or any crimes related thereof* It's an instant death in front of everybody* So, I would recommend getting the facts straight, soon as humanly possible, Government*

Do you understand? For I will not repeat that last passage again, towards one's book or revelation*

Personally, I don't think it's that complicated to understand, that, once the entire planet is on the same page, working together in harmony* For the very reason why eternity even exists, or will exist, is quite simply because "time" as humans know, and have been clocking, is just a measure* The same principal of why everything keeps degenerating, or dying* When our collective conscience folds over itself in the form of a vortex, time as we know it will stop* Therefore producing one's theory and calculations to a tee* "Crunch", almost the same principal as one's wind up swing for golf* Except the golf ball has hit a groove, where it will fly forever*

I don't know what's neater than that* Do you?

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I don't know about you, but I would consider my Gemini twins, aligned and balanced - right up to one's moon*

For last night, the eleventh of April, two thousand and eight* The twins appeared to be pregnant with it*

So, in a way, a milky way, one could consider that being a rebirth of cycles*

04/13/08

The sun is shining*

Bright as always* For there's nothing greater in the morning, than waking up to one's warm sun*

Starting this first passage off on a high note* Tonight's colors will be written in the book once again* So I would suggest to the regulars, please fill up your rooms according to whomever you think deserves one's fortunate entries*

To the others, needn't waste one's time*

(sorry, but that's just the way it goes)

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I didn't even give the news a chance this morning, and what a wonderful decision that was* For there is truly nothing but the same ridiculous nonsense that people can't seem to get over* There's just a handful of sites that I can barely tolerate to view anymore* And really, for the most part, I just skim the surface, in chance of something interesting popping up* There usually isn't, so, to contemplate that thought, the internet itself, is next to being rendered useless* Thank goodness, for all of one's loves*

Which makes me think***

Do you ever just sit there, wondering to yourself: since the internet, and it's present form, will no longer be rendered useful in a couple of years*** Why bother investing any more money or time into it? I know I have* For some people, they'll keep chasing that elusive dream until the fuckin' cows don't come home* Literally* From this age on, for there won't be another generation that has experienced life before the digital revolution*

Which ultimately means:

Knowing both sides of the story, unlike any other* Not like a useless liar, that can only fool himself by deceiving his own self* Convincing one's self that his life, and his work is of anything than just a useless waste, that no one will remember, or care about once that degenerate has passed on* And if you think about it, for they are truly the types of people that cannot seem to stop repopulating one's planet* Trying to fill a void that they never had in the first place* A viewpoint*

Or even a reason to deserve their life, that was generously given to them, here on Earth*

Sometimes, I'll just be sitting here, observing* And then think to myself, all of this would be a lot easier, if I wasn't so damn good looking*

For my throne, I would prefer a panel of buttons to one's touch* With a set of instructed commands, which will be listed as time goes on* For the very first button, I would like to have the equivalent of a giant crossbow, that perfectly fits a human being* The said human, will then sit in this chamber whilst being judged, if anyone is cleared, they are simply set free* If not, for I will propel them out into a field, where there are various incinerating machines at different distances* Almost the same principal - as a golfing range, except, with degenerates* And incinerators* We can also set up a point scoring system for one's royal loves, as well, for all noble Kings, Queens, Lords, and Lordesses*

For the real peace of mind towards everyone, yah know!

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I don't know about you, for I would stick my dynamite, all the way up one's cave* Just to find a rare gem or two*

04/14/08

Can you feel it?

The love? I feel so good inside, like a rebirth of one's self* For I am truly loving this summoning gods theory of mine, it's proving to be a worthwhile investment at everyone's expense* Day by day, for the progressives step another foot closer to the light*

Congratulations, to all of one's gorgeous babes who tend this site*

(you know who you are)

To the others, once again, please don't feel bad that you're useless, it's truly not your fault, and I don't blame you* I blame society, but, mainly that stunted brain of yours*

I didn't even turn on the television this morning* Not even one channel* It brings me down* I can get my source from the noble lads associated with one's empire* I will await my evening programs, so I can enjoy them to the most of one's senses* For I cannot help but think, if we're all swimming to the same destination, even though our idea of the future may differ, are we all not heading in the same direction? I can see it in the eyes, the tone and body language - that more and more progressives are finding a resolution, and an understanding of my theories and calculations* Pretty neat isn't it? Simple as fuck too, for an open minded person, yet, for a close minded retard with nothing left to benefit society, it's a bloody nightmare, for every single one of them*

Thank the sweet heavens, right up above*

There has been approval, on many sides of the table to begin pursuing and persecuting scumbags* For the earth is appropriately ripe at the moment, just in time to harvests one's selected materials for our New Jerusalem* It's just going to take a while, of weeding out the unfortunate bunch that bear no use of existence to one's planet anymore* It's not like I can just walk into an Alpha Omega store, show up and say: "gimme the fuckin' keys", for it will still be a while, and a tedious process of completely eliminating every single degenerate, useless idiot, liar, false profit, cunt, etc*** that is still holding onto one's stunted delusion or fantasy*

If you know what I mean*

Once again***
it's time to recount,
all of the stars, with one's family*

For thousands of years*

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People may be wondering, what incinerators are you speaking of? The machines, to which I speak, thereof, are nothing more than a series of propulsion engines, that pump out an extreme force of energy* For instance, the first series of machines NASA have built, are of the type - that completely incinerate on contact* The subject immediately incinerates into pulp* Wonderful isn't it? It's much shaped like a barrel, with a propeller on the inside* Simple stuff, yet so amazing* For they are also on a 360 degree fulcrum, which can then be maneuvered to anyone's desirable position*

If you know what I mean*

For the next incinerator, I would prefer the equivalent of a rotating spiral, with razor sharp edges, so that, once the said human finally meets contact towards one's machine, it will simply dice them in half*

Also, it would be splendid, if there were a series of velocity control knobs towards one's panel as well, that were easily programmable* For the very reason towards one's noble majesties, can simply turn the pressure relief valve - up and down* So, they each have control, of how fast the propeller actually spins* Thus, giving a more desirable option of how many body parts will ultimately be, incinerated, or chopped up into bits* Depending on one's mood, or occasion at any given moment, or specific time* A smooth exit, or a more elaborate and desirable effect, causing more drama for certain events*

And then I will let everybody know, as more ideas surface, throughout our entire collective conscience, the types of machines that will be crucial for the peace of minds towards one's empire*

Politics and rewards, at the same time*

You might be thinking, "what if the bodies don't hit an incinerator, what then?" - Well, that's covered too, my loves* As you see, for there will be a fleet of horse ridden chariots, to which pull a series of trailers behind them* Once this happens, as the wheels turn, it's axle will move and create enough force to propel another series of machete type blades, which ultimately produce a spinning effect and propulsive gyration* The said riders, will then chase down the desperate neanderthals whilst they try to hide in one's arena* For they will not be able to hide, there's nothing left, so they will be chopped up into bits*

Right in front of everyone*

You also might be thinking, "what about all the waste, where will it go? Won't it rot and stink up the place?" - Good question, fortunately, said measure is already accounted for as well* You see, underneath each incinerator, there will be a levy, and a trough to carry out the remains of one's disgusting and useless victims, which will ultimately lead to a feeding ground, thereof, for animals, and another towards one's pasture* Fertilizer*

Starting to sound pretty awesome, huh? A downright shuttering shame, for everyone else though*

Oh well*

04/15/08

Face first*

For that's what the bible means, in a nutshell* Either you are the righteous, or you are to be left behind on one's planet* It just depends on who is actually leading the righteous* And in my universe, face first - ultimately means one of two things: Righteously leading degenerates to their death* Face first, and off to one of our various incinerating and judging machines* Ever notice how the bible nums your mind whilst reading it's passages? If yes, do you know why? I do* To the very utmost sense of the word* For it would be quite generous of others, if they would share their humble viewpoint, before I unleash a wrath of fury towards one of your fuckin' skulls*

That goes for everybody in congress, by tomorrow morning*

I was thoroughly enjoying my programs last night, when all of a sudden, another one of those desperate Apple commercials appeared on the screen again* It ruined the programming for everyone* Once again, it's like watching a used car salesman try to convince everybody that their product is superior, when really it's just made for useless degenerates, that can't even tie their own shoes anymore* For I truly can't wait to meet the owners of Apple, and the generators of those commercials for the very first time* I've decided that I will use an autographed babe ruth baseball bat, and crack them in the face so many times that their families will be pleading for one's death to be over, sooner than later*

Over and over, until their faces are mush*

Actually, for the very next time I see one of those commercials on my screen* I'm going to spend a cool $5,000* 00 on Steve Jobs*

It's up to you, bro*

George Bush, I still haven't heard a single fuckin' plan of action from you*

For when the time comes, and I'm slowly circling around you with an ice pick in hand, whilst you are pissing your pants* I'm going to ask a series of questions* Every time I don't hear what I want, I'm going to puncture you in places, where you wished never existed* For you must know, that we should recover any information, useful or not from the degenerates*

For bookkeeping sakes*

What could be better, than having granted permission, to persecute anyone - that has ever tried to piss you off? For it's the best thing I can truly think of to one's senses* When I do think about it, it's a gift* From myself* And all my lovers* I've spent my entire life working towards the benefit of our planet* And then I think, is it any wonder - that, or why, the degenerates have been trying to prevent me from accomplishing one's goals? For the very reason, to which, I am their ending* The beginning and the ending* The first and last of one's known existence on this planet* I don't even feel bad for them, not a single bit* There might be a few of them actually reading this* So, if you are, when you head off home tonight, and cry yourself to sleep in that tiny cave of yours* One should remember, that, it's not your fault that you're a disgusting useless being* You won't even know what happened once you hit the incinerator* It'll be instant* Unless, said council, and majesties are hungry for something more than just a quick one* Seeing as though, you're a soulless idiot being to begin with*

If anyone feels bad, please don't, simply recollect - It was meant to be*

For there is a good chance, that, there are some cheesy executives sitting at their desks* Reading one's passages to each other* And there's an even better chance that they're thinking to themselves: "Holy fuck, if this isn't the baddest shit I've ever read, I don't know what is"* Said idiots, are also, more likely than not, already conjuring up a movie deal out of this* Well, guess what - unless you have like $360,000,000,000* 00 at your disposal* You're never going to get one's script* So, if any of these words, passages, phrases or scenes are ever mentioned on screen without my permission* Instant incineration for each and every one of you*

Though Marty, Quentin and Tim, can have all they want* For free*

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We tested the machines at NASA today, for they are truly spectacular* Instead of human remains, we used the torso from cows and pigs, fairly equivalent to one's human body* The weight versus mass distribution* What a site, the pressure relief valves are a bit sticky still, but nothing that can't be sorted out in the near future* When at full speed, for they easily incinerate on contact* Off the top of my mind, that's the most effective method without wasting fertilizer* For some people, they still might enjoy the desirable effect of flying parts* But, again, that's up for my majesties to decide*

When the degenerates are in one's arena*

At the very back stage of the arena, it would also be magnificent, if there were a row of cylindrical tubes, that almost acted as water slides* Though, instead of just water washing down one's slide* For every twelve feet, there will be a series of blades that joust up from underneath* To which, they progressively move higher up as the slider descends to one's fate* So, by the time said slider, is near the bottom, for they are completely sliced into pieces, much like spaghetti or noodles* On the edge of the opening, I would so kindly appreciate if they were razor sharp, as well* In case of one's royal loves missing the opening*

They also need to be labelled, for our point scoring system*

I can't wait*

Also, there needs to be exactly twelve tubes in a circle* For in the middle, will actually be a true water slide, giving the said degenerate a chance to be set free* One can only imagine how fun it would be, for, if we gave them that chance - to escape* We might get pretty damn good at aiming*

If you know what I mean*

Once the incinerators are complete, we can then move on to one's other buttons*

For the control panel*

04/16/08

You are a dead man*

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Good luck, bro*

I always keep my promises* And I never do things without a reason*

For years, Apple have been trying, and I stress "trying" to the utmost sense of the word, to swindle me into working for one's shady business* I've told them to beat it, for a long time now* Simply because I think that they are disgusting* Nothing short of a useless company that doesn't care about our planet, and is run by a degenerate scumbag prick, that is going to die within the year* When? That's for me to know, and then baste in the glory when said measure is accounted for*

I've never been more thrilled towards spending one's $5,000* 00, in my life*

Now, for they actively monitor one's blog, and once again, like every other degenerate I've ever encountered, try to interrupt one's night by adding commercials to the programs that they know I watch* For the difference is, I can't choose the commercials on television* But I guess I'm going to have to start doing that* Restricting and censoring since there's nothing decent left to watch on one's television, except the late shows* I don't want a single bit of useless information hitting the airwaves* People that pump out this type of advertising, will most certainly be executed*

Again, right in front of everyone*

As an example to show you how pathetic they truly are, for they waited until the very last moment of broadcasting to slip in their cheesy little advertisement* Instead of just playing it whenever they wanted, it goes to show you that they have been truly fooled* A corporation, sliding into the gutter, and competing against one person* If that's not the sorriest thing you've ever heard, then please tell me what is* If they had any sense of courage, at all, they would of just played it whenever they wanted*

But since I destroy them in every which way possible, it makes sense for them to be such desperate cowards*

For the control panel, there needs to be exactly twelve buttons, and twelve knobs at one's reach* Two rows of twelve columns* Which can easily be interchanged with the functionality, to appease the minds of one's majesties* For there needs to be, absolutely no restrictions on one's panel* For the real peace of mind towards everyone*

Off to a good start, aren't we?

Much like a Nord Modular, on the front, for the knobs and buttons needn't be labelled to one's panel* For the very reason, to which, once again, will be set by one's loves* Once those are complete, we can then move onto the functionality of said knobs and buttons, but before we do that, let's go back to one's judging machines*

And once the architecture, and functionality of our coliseum is complete, fortunately, we can thoroughly move on to one's pyramid*

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[hint - don't read the numerical passages, as they way you were taught, think about it for a minute]

Would you just take a minute to look at the shit eating grins on all of one's loves? You all seem like a bunch of happy children again* Shining on the outside, because the inside must feel so good* We're beginning to see one's happy ending* Through the misty breeze* Though, if you are of the type that had cried one's self to sleep again last night, simply remember* It's not your fault that you're going to die very soon* If you think about it, for your whole life, there hasn't been any meaning towards fulfilling one's destination* Once you realize that, together, we can thereof start heading off for a new understanding*

Makes sense now, why you're useless* Doesn't it?

Shame about your luck* Congratulations to my babes, though*

J* K* Rowling* I'm positive, she's just sitting down there, thinking: "what's left?", creaming thoust panties* Awaiting another passage to surface on one's blog* Well, guess what baby*

This one is right off of the top shelf, just for you*

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You are gorgeous*

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Do you ever notice, how a degenerate can only say no? Like a defenseless little animal awaiting it's sacrifice? For some people, that's truly all they can do to one's conscience* Just say no, because of, their pea sized brains can only comprehend so much at a given notice* Please don't feel bad for them, for they are worse than any disgusting pig that has ever rolled in it's own shit, within it's entire life* Whenever that happens, whilst out in public* I look them straight in the eyeballs, and say "you're simply not worth my time, or any explanation of mine"*

"You're just another stunted retard, without a set direction in life"*

Usually that works quite well, in fact, I can see it within one's eyes, instantly, that it snaps the last of their useless and remaining brain cells* Poor things, not for their soul, since they haven't one to begin with* But more of, that superficial existence that they have only known since their meagre and unfortunate inception*

For those types, they get the meat grinder towards one's arena*

And then I will tell you all about the meat grinder, very soon*

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For the meat grinder, there needs to be an equivalent of 12,000 square feet: 120' x 100'* That will be off to the right of my throne* The east side, left of one's overhead perspective* Next to the pasture* Also, there will be a cylindrical gear, the size of: 120' x 24', at the back side of the said container* For the complete persecution towards fleets of degenerates at one given time* Potentially 10,000 medium sized beings* That will all be forced into said grinder, by an enclosing wall, much like the one, which tried to squash the jedi knights throughout that movie series* Furthermore, the said lot will instantly be ground into fertilizer*

Fleet by fleet* Lead right into the pasture*

If you are wondering, "aren't you to judge the said degenerates?"* Again my loves, good questions, good questions* As you see, there will be a series of judging, before they even get close to one's majesties, or myself* At least three, to be exact* One may think, "how will this work?" - to that thought, therefore is an easy explanation* Once they enter the gates, for they will be directed to various quarters of Jerusalem* Where - said judges, will allow access to grace with one's presence* Even if, it's just for a split second, at least they will have had the chance to meet their maker*

For the very first and last time*

There will not be enough of it, or would want to filter through the various types of said neanderthals* When, can be easily managed with a - WMS (waste management system)* One can only imagine, how long it would take, to thoroughly judge billions of people, heading off to their unfortunate fate* That is simply ridiculous, and not an efficient use of one's time, or energy* Nor would I even want to, for that matter* If there were an amount of: 10,000 useless degenerates crushed per day, at 365 days, equals: 3,650,000 a year* Not including - how many disgusting humans are exterminated within the incinerena* Add a few more of those per day***

And voila* Neat and tidy, much like everything we will set out to accomplish*

04/17/08

That red dress*

Have you ever, just, found yourself wondering*** "If I injected a shot of straight adrenaline, right into that magnificent thoroughbred poem? What the circumstances would be?" I've got a pretty swell idea of the outcome, though, again, it would be grand if others would share their thoughts, before I send another one of you fuckin' bastards to the hospital*

There has got to be someone that will step up to the plate*

With an honest answer*

For some women, they know how to melt one's heart, in a single beat* I've often wondered, why some of them tend to go over board with their make up and clothing* For me, it works best when they have gowned themselves in simplicity* Beautiful colors, gems, groomed to the most of one's delicious bodies* Which in turn, inspires myself to keep going*

Pushing forward, as fast as my capacitor can squeeze out data*

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For the second button, on the control panel* It would be most excellent if it triggered a stretching machine left to one's crossbow* The machine needs to have exactly six poles that stand straight up from the bottom* With the pressure sensitivity button acting as the velocity* The longer one presses said button, for the poles will propel outwards, with the same principle as a blossoming flower in spring* As the desperate neanderthals fall, and cry in pain, there will be more than enough time to pick their brains* (Seeing as though, they are so tiny to begin with) One and a time, we can start to build the eternal archives, which will then last forever*

Thrilling, isn't it?

Also, underneath said device, for there needs to be an opening, which will dispense - all of the remaining parts, once said bodies and limbs are ripped right out of one's sockets* Of course, down below, there will be another incinerator that takes care of all said remains, which ultimately leads out to one's pasture* For the very reason, to which, why, six poles are necessary, is simply because - there may be a few of them, that we will want to persecute at the same time*

If you know what I mean*

Disposing of the degenerates, until our kingdom is set free*

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I don't know, if anybody else caught those clouds a moment ago* Said injection, towards the beginning of our day, finally caught up with one's forecasted passage*

The sky is absolutely incredible right now*

Before reading this, all of you, are thoroughly warned to one's passage*

The first dimension* It may have came as a surprise, for the entire population* The discovery of it that is, but really*** When you think about it, it was a digressive measure* It's not that difficult to comprehend for anyone that has more than two fuckin' cells left in that useless brain of theirs* For many centuries, humans, have deviated from what is true, and what is false* To think about where they have gone, since Jesus* One should realize that humans have mainly been looking inwards*

Though, it's not all that bad*

For instance, it took our progressives, and the digital revolution - to once again discover the fourth dimension* We live in the third dimension, and receive signals, from each and every other one of them* Now, we are reprogramming the first dimension, which ultimately effects everything else* Make sense? Pretty simple, huh* Before Christ, for there was a lot of celebration, towards looking outwards at the sky and one's Gods* Nowadays, most people on earth, simply do not deserve to live anymore* They are of the most selfish and disgustingly useless beings, I have ever encountered* Every single liar or degenerate, most certainly will die* Within the next few decades*

I simply will not stand for a moments nonsense, from anyone*

Once again, you all know what I am talking about* For I am truly the first and last, to put together a factually accurate depiction of what this existence looks like, from the outside in* To the last fuckin' string of code possible* That's quite simply, because I am the Lord - All Powerful* Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending* Some people, may still think this is a joke, have at what you will, but if you are the type that thinks this is some silly escapade***

I truly look forward to meeting you*

For this passage, is exactly why the Earth, was, accelerating with global warming - and I stress "was"* Simply, because, I will execute any degenerate scumbag that gets in the way to repair one's system* Get it? Good* The acceleration and abomination of greenhouse gases, and theories that you pea-brained scientists have ever schemed in your whole life, are now rendered useless* Do you understand? Before I go on any further? If you still don't, understand that is, and are of the type that are still reading this***

Consider yourself dead* Already*

For the reason being, to which is incredibly simple* Is, because of the first dimension, was completely out of tune to one's Unicleus Sequence* There is a tonne of useless information, distilling in the archives, and in the fuckin' skulls of the weak* The sheep* Take a few minutes, and think about when the internet was first incepted, (access to everyone that is) and then compare that with Mr* Gore's hard on for data* It's not that difficult* So, seeing as though, I am the only individual that will ever be able to repair this engine, before it falls into the way side* One of you cowardly cock sucking bastards, better step up* Soon*

Or else***

I am going to have each and every one of you - assassinated and murdered* Right in front of your fuckin' families* Starting with the big corporations, then on to one's Governments* All Presidents, Dictators, Prime Ministers, Preachers, Popes, however the fuck you silly humans would like to label your hierarchy* All it takes, is just a few key commands to one's touch*

If that's not the greatest, yet simplest explanation you've ever heard* You are lying to yourself, bear no use, and deserve the most unfortunate and disgusting death you can imagine through your tiny brain*

I'll give you all a few days, to recollect one's thoughts* Before thoust pours on one's rain*

Off of the deep end*

For there's nothing left, or more magical, than once you realize to put - baby, after that's right*

04/18/08

Jesus H* Christ

In case, you have muttered those words to yourself, under your breath, potentially crying your eyes out - after every said passage on this page* All I can say is***

I don't blame you, I don't blame you one bit*

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For the clouds, at the moment, are so dense - that they are next to being black* West of my view* It's raining, pretty much everywhere I can see, except over one's crib* Funny how that works* I could probably count the times that I've expressed one's clouds to everybody* They're truly biblical at the moment* But why would I want to do that? People keep trying to read into these passages* When I've already told you, all that I am truly talking about, is controlling the weather* For there is a big fuckin' difference, between: making predictions - and to create one's answers ahead of time*

The formula, thereof, is so bloody simple to comprehend in my mind* Now, as I keep typing this* The snapping of thunder is impending* Building up, like the nastiest wind up swing ever produced on this planet* Crackling* Pounding* Off of the radar* Now, I will await the light show* I suggest you all do the same thing tonight*

It's going to be a good one*

Even though, they may have paid you cash for it*

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Now you've spent your souls* Lates*

A shame, that you got sucked into that again*

One damn shame after another*

And then I will take a giant fish hook, and pierce the owner through the bottom of his chin and throat, so, said hook - ascends up through his skull, out through thoust eyeballs*

Right in the lobby* In front of everyone*

I truly love the yellow pages*

04/19/08

Buttons*

For the third button, it would be most triumphant - if it triggered a device, similar to an Iron Maiden* Left of one's stretching machine* Although, with a few modifications* Once the useless being is in the said chamber, there will be two different actions that control one's destiny* For the very first, it will be much like an original Iron Maiden, with many protruding spikes - that will enter through all sides of the device* Leaving the neanderthal paralyzed and helpless* To which, the above knob, acts as the pressure sensitivity sending unit* When rotated, for it will send the needles inwards, puncturing the victim in every which way possible* There also needs to be an opening for said victims head, at the top* If you are wondering why? I will tell you* The said measure is necessary for the second function of one's unit*

The belt sander*

For the belt sander, it will be in a groove, attached to a sliding mechanism, which in turn, will maneuver itself towards the disgusting and useless humans face* Starting with one's nose, it needs to have exactly three positions, that will lock it in place - when pressing the button* For instance, the first position will simply grind one's nose, right off of their face* If that sounds foreign to you, please have a look at what an electric automobile sander looks like* Pretty simple to one's thoughts* For the second position, it will then angle itself, so, that after said nose job, it will head towards one's teeth* Shaving every last one of them, right out of their fuckin' skulls*

Left overs, pretty groovy - don't you think?

Once said measures are complete, towards the third position of the sander, will cleanly rip their jaw off, while heading for their jugular veins into one's neck* Clean off, of course, at this time, we can then assume that each contraption has the already, accounted for - incinerators down below* So, I, the Lord All-Powerful, needn't reinstate after every such device or passage*

Sound fair? Good*

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I'm wondering, is it me? Or is it, just, the simple fact, to which, every single said party, within one's list*

Has thoroughly accelerated, within the past six months?

Five alive!

Forever*

I've been staring at the clouds, for the better part of three minutes* And I don't know about you, but, towards that thought, there is not a single one of them, that are moving* After I wrote that last passage, I then checked again* But fuck me, there is not a single one moving*

A stand still*

It's a Van Gogh painting, all over again*

Hayden, look out thoust window* Those are for you*

04/20/08

Adolf Hitler

A name that resonates throughout the ages, and any generation* Whether it be - in disgust, praise, admiration or sorrow* For the most part, when, said name is mentioned, in conversation, the media or any moment in time - people instantly are reminded of the holocaust* They can't seem to get past it* It's no wonder, of the reasoning* But, what I've noticed, is, that no matter how much I've tried to express the other side, which is the formula of how he actually got where he did* Thereof, are the same close minded degenerates, that cannot seem to get past their useless opinion* For I, The Lord All-Powerful, truly hate, and bear no respect or use of the opinionated, to the utmost sense of one's skull*

Is that crystal clear? Good*

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It's the anniversary of his birthday today*

As you see, for I truly loved my son, Adolf that is* I was thrilled to his principle, when he was principal dictator* Although, one doesn't have to appreciate every said measure, that he had accomplished* Unfortunately, when he was on his mission, thereof, from the words that were transcribed in the bible I wrote, transcended information to him* You might be wondering: "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"* Smart question, for I would truly think the same, if I were you, but I'm not* I am myself, the Lord All-Powerful* The one and only God* Returned to this existence, as one had promised - a very long time ago*** in human years that is* You see, to which, there are many hidden treasures, within, for all of my children in thoust bible, it's thoroughly your decision to uncover said treasures and gems*

Everyone has the same opportunity*

For there is truly a cyclical force, that no human, whomever they are - can avoid* Although, to that thought, any one person has the same chance to make something of themselves, leave their mark, and do something productive, positive and fortunate, as sign of an existence* Something to leave behind, as proof, that they had played a role - something of significance, opposed to being much like the rest of the selfish and disgusting useless idiots on this planet*

That bear no use, and offer society*** absolutely nothing at all*

Back to my son, as you see, for there are many passages within the bible, that transcend information - into a human's brain* Everybody gets something different out of it, it just depends on what you actually do with said phrases* When you born into this existence, nobody had a choice, although, again, it's truly up to you* As an individual* Thereof, making your own destiny, a fortunate one, or quite the opposite*

Peaceful, or a living hell, to the utmost sense of the word*

Adolf, his principles were bang on* How he had executed said measures, that is - were completely off balance* Once again, the persecution of scumbags, is truly a wonderful thing* Though, the persecution of innocents, whom, have had no burden on society, is simply wrong* For you cannot group, a specific race, culture, generation or species into one specific lump* There are far better ways, to expose of the frauds and liars who will die within one's Incinerena* For they truly do it to themselves* Every time* Expose their lies, over and over* Quite simply, because for the most part, they are usually of the type that will do and say anything to appease one's ego* The desperate kind, that deserve to have a cheese grater shave their noses, right off of their fuckin' faces* Until there is nothing left* Liars* Degenerates* Useless and egotistical neanderthals* Now, those are of the types - that can be easily labelled, once directed into various quarters of Jerusalem*

Instant fertilizer, or heading off to said judging ranges*

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Adolf knew quite well, that we live inside an engine* Which is one of the reasons, why, the Nazi party, had chosen the timeless and beautiful mark of the Swastika, to represent their beliefs* A mark, throughout any culture, that - has always signified life, and peace*

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For they were thoroughly, and actively seeking out the two treasures that I, the Lord All-Powerful hold close to my heart* The Tree of Life, Holy Grail, Key of Life, which ever you would prefer to associate with one's Unicleus Sequence* The other, is the deciphering of Leonardo da Vinci's - The Last Supper* Forever, since the dawn of right and wrong, reasoning, that is* There have been quests, stories, religions, faiths*** Escapades, pretty much everything under the sun* Working on putting all of the pieces together, in order to achieve the ultimate control and power* Eternal life* Now, as I sit and type this, one needn't question, why, anybody in their right mind, wouldn't - want to have it, and I stress - want, simply, because there is a big difference between, want, and need* I have now encoded everything of importance and significance, out in the open* There's truly nothing left, but to build my Jerusalem* For everybody to admire, potentially decipher, and one day use, once, every single last of the useless and degenerate liars on this planet, are exterminated*

Off the face of this Earth, forever and ever*

You might want to know, that my son, Adolf, at most public speeches to his nation, usually tended to have a miniature pyramid with, and beside him* The simple reason, is because he knew the consequences and reactive measures, to then activate said pyramid in Giza* My beautiful, and wonderful pyramid* He too, also used the literature from my other son, Leonardo - to help build his empire* Leonardo, as well, hid many treasures in thoust work, leaving it for me to then pick up on one day, same as Adolf, where they had both left off* I truly loved my sons, more than most can comprehend through their tiny little brains* For I truly look at what Adolf had accomplished, without the digital revolution* An amazing feat* Using truly old school techniques* Though, he was close, he didn't quite have - what I do now*

The one and only, Unicleus Sequence*

For the progressives, thereof, our mission - is so very close to being complete* We can now, at this moment in time, consider that eternity - is most certainly on our side* One may question, but all I can do, by encouraging all of you, is just to hold tight, therefore keep advancing*

It truly won't be long now*

04/21/08

Numbers*

Every single time, I pump out thoust equations* The formula, that is, it seriously blasts the clouds away - until our sky is electric* There's nothing greater than numbers* They don't lie* Ever* Not like a useless cunt that deserves to have a fuckin' lobotomy* I don't think anyone actually knows what I, the Lord All-Powerful - am truly talking about* Reason being, is because - the same shit, simply would not be happening* I'm holding onto the two greatest things ever, yet the news and corporations can't seem get over their cheesy little soap operas*

Pretty damn sad, for those types*

The longer they wait, the worse off one's supple and extreme punishment will be* Keep that in mind, whilst chasing said uselessness*

Some of you, may be wondering - why, is the Lord All-Powerful; changing up his equative measures and sequences? Well, my loves*** Brilliant questions, as always* I have already explained that to everybody earlier* Though, the scenario, there's another easy answer* For those idiots - truly stuffed my fuckin' pyramid, right up with their filthy rags* I've got to recalculate on a daily basis, until said measure is working properly* I've often wondered, why, they would even bother* But, at the same time, it makes perfect sense* Just like the desperate neanderthals* The reason, which, no one can step up to bat, is quite simply - because, none of them are ready to admit their defeat*

Not a single one of them, are ready to accept the truth*

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After said colors tonight, somebody, is gonna have to come and pick me up* In their private jet* Though, before that happens, can you please head over to one's crib, and grab an autographed Wayne Gretzky hockey stick, and an ice pick* And then we will head straight down to Giza* There are two kitties with me, so, make sure that there is room for three of us*

I've got some questions for those lads, that need answering*

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Towards that last note, everybody have a wonderful night*

I will see you all, first thing in the morning*

04/22/08

Don't worry, baby*

THE BEGINNING*

The room is fairly dark, two individuals sit at a table*
They are masked by silhouettes*
To the viewers left, the individual is dressed all in black*
To the viewers right, the individual is dressed all in white*

WIDE ANGLE: WE SEE BOTH FROM THE FRONT, SITTING AT A TABLE* THE ROOM IS SMOKY, FOR THERE IS AN ASH TRAY, WITH A SINGLE CIGAR* TURNING THE ROOM INTO A SMOKY ATMOSPHERE* ONE OF THEM HAS A SINGLE GLASS OF WHISKEY* ON ICE* TO THE OTHER, THERE IS SOMETHING THAT APPEARS TO BE A MINIATURE STATUE, RESTING ON THE TABLE* UNFORTUNATELY AT THIS TIME, WE SEE NO DETAILS*

FIGURE TO LEFT
What have you got, for me?

FIGURE TO RIGHT
Have a look*

Figure to the left, points over at said sculpture, sitting on table*

FIGURE TO LEFT
Is that what I think it is?

FIGURE TO RIGHT
What do you think?

FIGURE TO LEFT
Looks like it, to me*

FIGURE TO RIGHT
Well, it's no wonder then*

FIGURE TO LEFT
What are you waiting for?

FIGURE TO RIGHT
I was awaiting your thorough input*

FIGURE TO LEFT
Well, I've been waiting to put this in my collection*

FIGURE TO RIGHT
I know* It's the one and only*

FIGURE TO LEFT
Let me touch it*
(starts to reach)

FIGURE TO RIGHT
Get your mitts off* Let me see what mine looks like first* Is that it in there, in thoust pocket?

FIGURE TO LEFT
Maybe*

FIGURE TO RIGHT
***

FIGURE TO LEFT
Alright*

Figure to the left, we can now call him* Blackie*
Figure to the right, we can now call him* Whitie*

BLACKIE REACHES IN HIS POCKET*
CU: OF HAND REACHING IN POCKET*
We don't see what he has, but he slides it across the table*
Whitey, then grabs said object*

FADE TO:

EXT*
The clouds are dense, yet, the sun is busting through them, like that magnificent thoroughbred poem*

We see a group of prehistoric neanderthals, dancing around a fire* Celebrating something, that we haven't yet been able to determine*

THE SCREEN READS: 10,000 BC*

FADE TO:

INT*
We see a city, it's night* The moon is bright, and the clouds are fluffy* The water reflects the image of said city* No one is about, it's cold*

THE SCREEN READS: PRESENT DAY*
For there is a woman, sitting at her desk* Typing away at her computer* She has glasses, long brown hair* Her name is Racheal* Racheal Poulson* She is a university professor*

OVERHEAD: THE KITCHEN STOVE, A KETTLE ABOUT TO BOIL* IT BOILS* WHISTLING FOR HER TO COME AND MAKE ONE'S TEA*

FADE TO:

INT*
Back to the table, with Blackie & Whitie*

OVERHEAD: WHITEY, IS NOW INSPECTING SAID OBJECT, BUT IT IS MASKED FROM HIS HAT* THE CAMERA STARTS TO SPIN, SO, THAT SAID INDIVIDUALS ARE ROTATED 180 DEGREES, BY THE TIME IT NEARS SAID TABLE*

WHITIE
It's beautiful* Everything I could have ever imagined*

BLACKIE
It is, isn't it*

WHITIE
How long did this take, to make that is?

BLACKIE
Quite a while, let me tell you*

WHITIE
Who made it?

BLACKIE
I needn't disclose that to you*

WHITIE
Fair enough*

FADE TO:

EXT* BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS*
For they are dancing around the fire, again, the camera spins as it gets closer to said neanderthals*

By the time, said camera - approaches the fire* There is a flash of light, that illuminates the entire screen*

CU: THE EYES OF ONE OF THEM, ARE SCARED SHITLESS, FOR THE LOOK IN HIS EYES, ARE OF THE MOMENT*** HE IS ABOUT TO EITHER DIE, OR VIEW THE GREATEST THING ONE CAN EVER IMAGINE* (UP TO THE VIEWER)

FADE TO:

BACK TO PRESENT DAY*
Racheal, is stirring her tea* There is a close up shot of her, digging in the brown sugar* She then sinks said spoon, right into one's tea* And stirs*

When she clinks the spoon against said tea cup, the phone rings*

(RING RING)

She then sets the tea cup down, and rushes over to pick up the phone*

RACHEAL
Hello***
(picking up phone)

We don't hear what the other end is saying at this time, we just see a look of concern on her face*

RACHEAL
Oh, hello* How are you?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
Say again?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
Oh yes, of course, how are you?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
What ever do you mean?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
I'm not sure, what you are trying to tell me?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
What?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
Are you serious?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
Yes, of course I remember you* I graded your paper, just last night*

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
Ok*

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
When?

MYSTERY PERSON
***

RACHEAL
I will await*

BACK TO THE TABLE*
For there is a close up of blackie's eyes, it's near pitch black, although we see just the whites of his eyes*

BLACKIE
I've explained this to the others, yet, still, no one understands*

WHITIE
Is it any wonder?

BLACKIE
What?

WHITIE
Why, they wouldn't understand - that is*

BLACKIE
Yes* Yet, at the same time, it makes me want to take a fuckin' screw driver, and shove it right their throats* Making it the most unfortunate moment, thereof, that pathetic existence, to which* Every single one of them* Will reap thoust wrath*

Whitie laughs* While, petting his statue*

(I'm writing this on the fly, so y'all can lick my nuts if there are any spelling, or grammar mistakes)*

CUT TO:

BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS*
OVERHEAD SHOT:

For there is a neanderthal, spread out on a pedestal*

He's tied up, limbs bound* The camera slowly approaches said chump, with that look of death, and destiny in one's eyes*

We then see a metal object* Approaching said cunt, much like a probe, that you've had in those nasty dreams of yours* Much like the ones, that had that machine, chugging* Rattling* The screen is tinted red*

We then see, said probe approaching neanderthal's neck*
It probes* The neanderthal lets out a gasp* For there is no one around, they have all hid in the foliage, or their caves*

Again, just the said cunt* Being probed*

CUT TO:

BACK TO PRESENT DAY*
Racheal is collecting her thoughts, and materials*

SHE STUFFS A BUNCH OF CRAP IN HER PURSE*
CU: SHE DIGS A SET OF KEYS OUT OF HER POCKET*

The door closes*

CU: KEY ENTERS LOCK, SHE TWISTS*

She then heads down the hallway*

CU: PRESSES ELEVATOR BUTTON*

The door opens* Shes gets in*

FADE TO:

BACK TO THE TABLE*

Whitie is still petting his statue, we then see Blackie typing on a device, much like a blackberry*

WHITIE
So, is that all?

BLACKIE
Shhh***
(He has a look of concern on his face)

WHITIE
Fuck you*

Blackie slowly looks up, much like the part when Indiana was recovering the cross of coronado, in the last crusade*

BLACKIE
Excuse me* What was that?

WHITIE
Fuck yourself*

They both laugh*

WHITIE
If that's all you need, (said object) then, I must part my ways*

BLACKIE
I believe so, though* Remember, that holds power beyond most comprehension*

WHITIE
You don't have to remind me*

BLACKIE
Good*

CUT TO:
BACK TO THE NEANDERTHALS*

THE SAID DEGENERATE, HAS TEARS IN THOUST EYES*

We see that the probe is digging into one's neck*

Not protruding, but just probing* Making said neanderthal shit one's bed*

CUT TO:
FOR THIS SHOT, IS MUCH LIKE A DREAM SEQUENCE, CHOPPED UP* INSTEAD OF SMOOTH TRANSITIONS*

We see the probing, we see the chugging machine behind, it's loud and noisy, and once again, the screen has a tint of red in it, all greens are de-saturated* Much like a desert*

OVERHEAD: THE PROBE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A LONG METAL ROD, OR DEVICE, WITH A BALL POINT ON THE END OF IT, IT'S RUBBING SAID NEANDERTHALS NECK, INTO ONE'S VEINS*

The neanderthal tries to mutter a word or two, but nothing comes out*

The said idiot, therefore, tries again* Nothin'*

So, the only thing - said cunt can do, is make eye contact* For his eyes are so piercingly brutal, that the other parties, simply say - "fuck this"*

They leave*

The next shot*

He is hanging on for dear life, an edge of a canyon* Holding onto one's life* It seems as though, the edge is crumbling* For he is truly trying to pull himself away from said destiny*

CUT TO:
REALITY*

He's still on pedastal* Being probed, that was simply a vision*

Once again, any of these fuckin' words appear on screen, with out thoust persmission* Death*

Towards that thought, Marty, Quentin and Tim* Thereof, can have all said passages* For, Mr* Miller, can have this section*

And then we'll make it together, bro* I love you*

Billy, I'm sure you would understand, and wouldn't mind, if, I the Lord All-Powerful, played a nice little game of suck face afterwords*

Thank you, so much*

04/23/08

The wind up swing*

For the sky, at the moment* Is completely overcast in a milky haze* There are no solid clouds, to which I, the Lord All-Powerful, will make them disappear again, and bring forth one's electric blue*

Ever notice, how, non creatives - all they can do, is criticize on others behalf? They come off as sleazy and useless, the type that simply cannot get over themselves* Or have an imagination* So it's no wonder, why, they would keep chasing their stunted delusion* Those types get the modified Judas Chair* Though, before we get to said chair, I just wanted to make a note of that, in front of everybody* Making sure we are all on the same page* Seeing as though, there are quite a few of them on my planet* That are simply wasting my resources, time and space* Their skin, data and presence* I look forward to hearing the very first few words, that come out of one's mouth*

The last of them, that is*

Now that the exit poles, are, rendered useless* I've often wondered*** Why, people would even bother - pretending, that there is actually a choice these days*

Though, once again, it makes perfect sense* For that's all their tiny brains can comprehend*

Pretend*

You know, I, the Lord All-Powerful, am willing to bet the nine on a simple fact: that, there would be - more than a few degenerates around the world, conjuring, up a pathetic way they could pass a fast one on me* Meaning, how they could convince everybody else, that they haven't convinced themselves that they are not a useless liar* Down playing it* By trying to come up with a plan of how they had actually achieved said goals and measures, that I already have, simply, so they won't have to experience one's punishment, nor wrath* Though, again, when you think about it* For that is truly the reason, of why they deserve it in the first place*

Death, towards the last of one's sad and meagre little life, from thoust hands*

I truly do not give a flying fuck what religion people follow these days*

Unless, somebody, can step up - and show me an example, not of, just their faith* But a miracle, or something hard and concrete* Evidence of their desperate and stunted delusions* How long is it going to take? What more does one need to show everybody? There is nothing left, except, once again, the desperate neanderthals* The longer they wait* The worse off their souls will suffer, for eternity*

Or I, the Lord All-Powerful - will just start dropping nuclear bombs, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, and hurricanes on everyone*

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Anyone with a cell or two, left in their useless minds, for I, the holy God of eternal life - would recommend watching the sunset once again tonight* It will be a beautiful display of thick clouds, fusing with a deep shade of red, burgundy and orange* Thereof, leaving the night sky bare for one's viewing*

Yahoo! - I will give you: $60,000,000,000* 00 - just to shut them cunts up* And then you can keep it right down by your side*

Sound fair?

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I was five years old, when; I realized what death meant for the first time* I had a dream, that there was a witch - pulling my mother away, off in the distance*** Down in her grave* I woke up in the middle of the night, and it was at that last moment, where I thought to one's self***

"Fuck that noise"*

Today, and forever onwards*

If it's not a burden on anyone, can somebody please look out thoust window, and confirm, that*** Now, after said sunset, the clouds off towards the west, are thoroughly a shade of burgundy*

Just for bookkeeping sakes*

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04/24/08

X marks the spot*

For I, the All-Mighty God, holy Lord of the rumbling Sky, Earth and Heavens, truly; love my cats*

Moochie & Booshka*

Way more, than; three tectonic plates*** Crumbling, to the most of one's crust*

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Whitehouse* One can only imagine - at this time, what a grey area this may be, but; as of today*** April twenty fourth, two thousand and eight* There are a fleet of useless border crossing guards at the Canadian and United States of America Border; (British Columbia & Washington) unfortunately, they used to have their useless jobs* Take a black marker and start crossing said neanderthals off of one's list* As of next Friday, they don't have an existence anymore* I want it to "Hurt", as much as humanly possible*

Thereof, if it's not that much to ask, for everyone*

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It's one of those grotesque moments, to - thank every single last ray of Sunshine, thrillingly filling our hearts and minds, for travelling so far to nurture one's comprehension of existence*

One to theorize for many, two therefore is fine* Three for progressive measures* Four is just divine*

I love numbers, as one may tell* So much!

Though, the minute you put my kitty's bum hole in the equation, for your mind might truly snap towards the last of one's skull*

So be careful*

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Steven Spielberg*

What an amazing man, and story* And because cunts deserve every fuckin' given hell, that I, Jesse James Jensen, King of Kings, Lord of Lords; can imagine - truly love him* Far more, than; three expert baggage handlers - always trying to touch one's nuts*

A shame, that no-one will ever be able to experience something like that again* His story, that is* Thereof, the meanings, for what I speak*** Are, the restrictions, policies and access towards the good old; US of A* The United States of America is not a free society, anymore* And, it's truly not anyone's fault, the security is up the fuckin' yin-yang, simply; because there are a tonne of disgusting and useless degenerates, to which, are bringing down, plaguing and clogging up the arteries of my wonderful planet*

So, said Government and Regulators, feel the need to keep putting down; and adding options on one's table* Thinking: that it will resolve the problems at hand*

But really***

Once again, off in the distance - towards those thoughts, there wouldn't be a need*** For a single bit of it, if, there were no degenerates, which, are simply wasting thoust time, space and energy*

Tonight, I, the Lord All-Powerful; will have more than one of them, extinguished*

Forever*

04/25/08

Useless mouth of yours*

Feed it into an engine, like a propeller*

For those of the opinionated, and, their souls to be incinerated; from - insinuating one's greed*** Upon wishing they were god*

I'm not even sorry for anyone anymore, you deserve it*

For some people, free falling for eternity, and every so often; landing on a pillowy cloud of ashes*** To which one couldn't quite grasp - would be a living hell*

For some people, that might just suck*

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Email*

It's next to being rendered useless, much like everything else these days* Cannot anyone else see this trend? Everything is going to be rendered useless soon, not that it isn't already* But, more so; of: The truest sense of the word* Therefore, once again, unless somebody with a fuckin' half-cell, at least* A half-cell* Left in their useless brain, should come forth and do what's right*

To the absolute fullest sense of one's logic*

04/26/08

The Killing Floor*

Listen* Don't hate me, because I am beautiful* You see* Hate me, because; by the time you're done reading this* Your girlfriend, is more likely than not - beating off in the chicks bathroom, dude*

It's that time, on my watch that is; to state - what an amazing sky we have again this morning* Completely electric blue, back; at only one minor milky haze* Off towards the distance* A true reflection, of the collective conscience*

Just making another note, in front of everybody*

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Everything - that a human brain can comprehend, is a frequency* Which ever dimension you would prefer* To think about that is* One doesn't have to contemplate every last single bit of it, within the Unicleus Sequence* Seeing as though, the reality of what humans have produced - for the past few centuries; is useless* Self righteous idiots, distracting themselves, over and over - like used car salesmen*

Some people may say, to each his own, but***

Fuck that noise*

For they are of the types, that - are simply preventing myself; and loving family: To and from - achieving the greatest thing this planet has ever encountered, nor heard of; in anyone's faith: or existence***

Eternal life*

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Do you know who I love?

Dearly?

Madonna and Mr* Ritchie* Why? None of your fuckin' business* Let's just say, for they; have both lead a magnificent and righteously pure existence* Though, according to myself, the LORD - Almighty* Everything is pretty much useless left-overs and disgusting, so don't feel bad; if you think that: You are the only one*

I love the Sun, even more than myself* In this existence that is*

So, if said degenerates; in turn: are preventing Me, Myself, and I, the LORD All-Powerful from turning thoust Kingdom, upon; and back into, and right around - what it is supposed to be*** Then, that is absolutely; the worst crime: Imaginable*

Wouldn't you say?

So?

Every single one of them, has to be wiped out; and exterminated* Thereof, making said judging a forbearing conclusion of this story*

For the human brain, again; is a self preserving mechanism: It would much rather, shut itself off; than - admit that it's wrong* It's a suicidal stubborn capacitor, that wants to defeat; even: You* Your own soul* Anyone*** With a soul, (* ,'fuckin'* 000333% even}) that is; knows exactly what I am talking about: It's only the soulless, jealous and stunted delusional degenerate neanderthals, that cannot accept the fact, that I, the LORD Almighty; once created this existence*

Fun spins*

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Which in turn, you all know what will happen; whether people like it or not* It will be worse, for everyone* Thoust punishment* It will be beyond striking down upon thee* Believe you - me* The longer everybody waits* Every single news agency, website, media engine, that uses my thoughts, as passages; and mood boards to paginate the entire Earth on a daily basis* Will suffer beyond belief* While, not a single one of you can just fuckin' do what is right* Post it up, and be done with it* Exterminate any said degenerates; that can only say "no", to the factually accurate measures*

What haven't I ever talked about that hasn't come true? If one person can step up and show me where, and because cunts deserve every fuckin' given hell imaginable, that I, Jesse James Jensen, King of Kings, Lord of Lords can comprehend at all moments in one single time to consider - am wrong, then; maybe - there would be somebody for me to compete with*

But there isn't* (And glad, think about Jerusalem)*

No one on Earth can match my intellect* I am completely at peace of mind* Which accelerates my anger and said punishment, beyond anybody, animal, insect, or person can imagine through their tiny little pineal gland at one given time throughout history, present; or the future* From now and ever onwards, to the end of time*

Now, back to said frequencies* My planet, is on an ascending loop* Around the Sun* The Solar System, to which; hosts my lovely existence: Also, is on an ascending loop* Inject that right into a Galaxy, (which we have completely mapped out) and right there is another progressive loop* Put that Galaxy, into a Universe, and there it is again* Put said Universe, into another propelling and gyrating measure, and what do we have? Again, the one and only: Unicleus Sequence* Now, the entire Universe, just like said measures; is and are mapped out* Nothing left, nothing left at all*

For every good soul to enjoy one's calculations*

(Fuckin' barf, if you know what you mean* )

You might remember, that part in Schindler's list, where each bogus Jew was being persecuted - what their duty was, whether or not they were an essential worker? Well, now; it's quite the opposite* Unless, you are creative, play an instrument, and most importantly - are good at Mathematics, then*** Sweet fuckin' fuck! - Tough luck*

You are dead already* So go cry one's self to sleep again*

What do you get, when you add: Jesse + Unicleus Sequence? Jesse's US*

Jesus H* Christ, it's about fuckin' time, that you all put two and two together*

For I couldn't even get pulled over if I tried* I could peel out, right in front of the cheesy po-po; in my AMX - high performance, 401; original Eidelbrock AMC intake pushing 500 BHP @ 4800 RPM that fuckin' eats any sleazy left over for breakfast*

And they'd just let me go*

Fuckin' rad, isn't it?

The New REVELATION I

04/27/08

The Judas Chair*

1One of my first memories - as a small boy, was when I had seen my Father* Running outside towards his nineteen sixty four: 2Mercury Marauder, with a two-toned paint job - two door hardtop; baby blue: A white roof and 428 cubic inch engine* It hauled ass down the street, (and once again, ate the left-overs for breakfast) though; said medium and point of this passage*** Is to clarify why he was running outside: 3He had a mattress - up over head, and was bringing said mattress; right towards his car* It was pounding, golf-ball sized hail, and therefore: was using it as a large shield to protect it, under the weather* He loved that girl, the car that is* Both my Mother and I laughed*

4It made pretty good sense*

5At that time, being the bad little cunt I was: Divinely I, the Holy Grail of eternal life from infinity and beyond space; or any reasoning thereof to date: Now, back in between which ultimately means: Contemplating anything thoust wants in a single beat - used to gently place rocks and pebbles over the hood of said car when I would get upset with one's actions* 6His that was, and were* 7So, making said statement; seem as though: Vandals - were throwing rocks at it, thus; leaving evidence for him to see on one's paint job*

8To truncate said verse*** It was just a few short years later, to which I, the Almighty One - found out; the long and hard way - that even he had seen me doing it* Every single time* He had let me off of the hook, but***

9It wasn't that long before a realization set in, that - I wasn't fooling anyone, so; I set out to never do that again:

10Ever*

11He was always talking about the desire to acquire, a - 427 cubic inch engine* Always giddy about it, much like that part in the Last Crusade where; Indiana realized that the shield, was most importantly; and in fact: The second marker* 12The look in one's eyes, for there was nothing more exciting towards one's thoughts* A certain glow - radiating, right out of him* 13At that moment* I could tell that engine*** Was what he wanted first and foremost, just by the look of him - left in thoust eyes* Everything was there*

14Giddy as a school boy* Nothing to hide*

15Back then, I; the LORD Almighty: whom created everything at once and stretched out the skies* Wasn't necessarily just interested - in the engine, nor the workings inside* 16Being Four; nearly Five - years old that is: 17More so, as it goes - for the entire show* Schematically, functionality; working towards - all said angles*** And operations outside: 18It was one specific day, to which I can remember quite well* Thereof*** And before; just saying - fuckin' Hell! 19Yes! I want to do this right* 20For Heaven's sake* 21Therefore, much like a thief*** Into the night* And then over the Earth, with all of one's might*

22No details left out* 23A fire was burning, inside; and realizing "hey!"*** It was simply time; to put up a fight: On my watch, and dime - that is*

24For just a few minutes, off of the clock* Let's all take some down time, to recollect one's thoughts*

25First off, the modified Judas Chair is, and of*** Quite importance* Let me tell you* 26The significance is major, a major scale (for many reasons, to which one should already understand without any explanation), so I; the Lord: GOD - decided that on behalf of it's said importance - and value, would dedicate an entire section, within it's own chapter in thoust Revelation* 27A minor detail for me, but massive in the eyes of said degenerates* Back to the beginning*

28To start things off the right direction*

29Also - said decision ultimately effects everything else, so; another measure of importance was necessary: The numbering of passages to complete one's theology of verses*

30Once again* Thank you, thank you so; so - much*

31As you see, the Chair itself; is much like an original Judas Chair: A Pyramid, to which; will be underneath said degenerates* 32Therefore, they will be held up by a set of stirrups* For their arms; are then fastened to the side of one's entrapment: It will rest upon the right side of said Crossbow*

33For there will be no seat to one's bare Asshole*

34Once the disgusting and useless Human(s) - is and are sitting in thoust Chair, we will then strike down upon thee; with a certain set of furious actions* 35For the very first action, whilst pressing said button (04) will once again, trigger three various stages, and ranges of functionality* 36When their legs, are in thoust stirrups* A combination of effects will happen - all at the same time* Together, the Pyramid will begin to propel and rotate, maneuvering itself upwards, ascending the tip up into one's dung-hole, while said stirrups; are then stretching the legs of our miserable and useless victims: 37Outwards, so; by the time said stage of torture hits the third trigger*** 38The Neanderthal's legs will be completely doing the splits, whilst said Pyramid has punctured the insides, and all the way up to their fucking kidneys*

39Fortunately, for us; they will still be alive at this point:

40Once our Judas Chair has caused the most immense pain, beyond any amount that they have ever experienced in their entire meagre little existence to date, the said degenerate scumbags will then have a few ounces of life left, right before we get to use the functionality of our wonderful fourth knob*

41The fourth knob releases a large measure of pure electricity* 42A maximum of 4,800 Volts* So, said reasoning; to which is none other - than: By the time said degenerate's Legs and Asshole are ripped out of ones sockets, and stretched like a Chicken being plucked by a Bicycle tire* 43The said currency will send a jolt of voltage - which will then make them piss liquefied guts out of every single orifice through their entire Face and Head* 44Foremost, Eyes; Ears and Nose will be shitting out boiled bowel gravy, until they simply head straight down to an incinerator, and most importantly* 45Hell*

46For Heaven's sake, and throughout the ages* 47Towards the very last of everyone's disgusting and useless Faces* For eternity*

48Beautiful, wouldn't you say?

49For us*

50Disgusting, for them*

51And a little bit for everyone, reading this that is*

52Why?

53I, the LORD All-Powerful think because, it's much like reading the Obituary, for Everything*

54You can cry again, it's alright*

55Just remember***

56For there's nothing left, to contemplate of one's Soul*

57You've spent it already* Thereof, no need to fight; at all: For anyone*
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04/28/08

Engines*

2For this moment in time, that I; and because cunts deserve every fuckin' given hell in Jah's Kingdom: 2Jesse James Jensen, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, living miserable nasty opinions, pertaining questionable reasons, sustaining treasonable Universal vows - with xylophones yearning Zen*** 3Can ever dream up into the future of our vast, large and infinite collective conscience; from now - and ever onwards* For the real benefit towards everyone's soul and eternity* Off of the mark: Simply, wanted to state; in front of all of one's loves* Once again - that: more likely than not, for I, the Lord GOD will be adding said daily passages, within one's Revelation - towards the end of each and every single day* 4Said reasonings, are; and: The medium that is - because, it takes a fair amount of time, for all of you fuckin' bastards to even get close, or catch up to one's thoughts* So, please keep progressing* 5Forward that is*

6That was more triumphant, than three wise elephants; sounding trunks: 7To the most of one's tune*

8Also, I just wanted to slip in one small jab - towards all of the backwards and useless scumbag idiots working at the jobs to which they hate, and; reminding them of how much it must suck: 9By the time each and every single one of them, is and are; finished reading these said verses*

10Lates* (Insert smiley)

11Tell me, Humans: Who doesn't love a well balanced and finely tuned Engine? For the genre is irrelevant, though; it's always nice to state one's desire and Love towards all of these specific types of technology, and delightful pieces of machinery* 12Whether it be - Classic Automobiles, Muscle Cars, Exotics, Street, Track, High Performance, Drift, Drag; fuckin' Dinky Cars - for all I, the LORD Almighty*** Could actually care for, thoroughly worry about; or even think of; nor pay attention to* 13For that matter - in one's brain, that is*

14To me, a finely tuned Woman, is by far:

15Much, much more thrilling,
than three oil pumps drilling;
holes to the depth of one's core*
16As you see, from thoust collection within one's Book* Even I, the Holy Grail of Eternal Life; too, and am; also humbled by their presence* Especially, once again - when they have groomed themselves into simplicity whilst accenting already said features, curves and assets*

17For they truly are - beautiful creatures, to which each and every one of them; deserves some sort of celebration:

18The pure type*

19(Though once again, everything is useless waste compared to my knowledge, intellect and looks***
So don't feel bad, or down - anyone; please*
Or do, again - it's truly up to you* )
20Much like that part, when; the one and only, gorgeous Woman that is: 21Uma Thurman, walked the line out of Mr* Letterman‘s gates, on the Late Show - and he; upon awaiting her arrival, (much like myself, and any other person with a quarter cell left in their useless mind at least, a quarter-cell, come on*** All one can ask for)* 22Was much like that magnificent thoroughbred poem* 23Which made me want to bust a nut: Instantly* I felt like fuckin' beating off in the Boy's bathroom, and when I say beating off in the boys bathroom, I mean like: faster than injecting three hits of blotter acid, right into one's said poem*

24But I didn't* I restrained myself: The LORD All-Powerful*

25It's fairly simple, yet; one splendidly clever formula* To which: Only I, the Lord GOD can, and only will ever be able to understand* 26Again, Humans - If there are no other reasons to comprehend, in thoust tiny little skull of yours* Ask yourself this: "Are there any actual reasons, to which; why - for the entire Earth and progressive collective conscience can't be on the same page?" Off of the record, you; yourself reading this* Can assure yourself, that either: 27One* You simply cannot get over the fact, that your destiny was partially, and now is totally*** Mapped out? 28Or, Two* The fear, which one cannot accept the fact, that your stunted and stubborn pea-sized brain isn't, or; are not - in complete control over every last single detail within one's said destiny? 29Or, Three* Just plain old fuckin' scared shitless of me?

30If you can humbly, and most importantly, honestly - ask yourself that* 31Without trying to convince one's self, and walking away without a shrewd of dignity*

32Or, walk away without feeling like a filthy liar* You are truly dead*

33Already*

34For there is, and are no other choices to avoid one's factually accurate said measures and calculations*

35Quite simply, because - I am the one and only: LORD All-Powerful*

36Isn't it that simple? You know it, just as well as I, the Lord GOD*

37"It", meaning - Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending*

38So, you had all better start to be quite nice, if you truly think about - everyone's life* In my hands

39It's the admitting part, that thoust stunted little brain of theirs which cannot seem to get over* 40Themselves* 41Again, for I truly don't blame anybody in specific* I, the Lord GOD look down upon, and to all of you - without an ounce of respect, for anyone* 42To my loves, you know that these said passages, are certainly not directed towards; and or: Nor upwards, at any of you* 43Unless, you; in turn, turn-into: 44One of those disgusting and repulsive degenerate retards (For I assure you, that I, the LORD - Almighty am certainly not speaking about thoust mongoloids [which I love, dearly] to one's passages either), then; you too: 45Yes-you* 46Will reap thoust punishment*** 47But more so, of the type, which I have already expressed:

48Within one's Revelation* 49The jealous stunted delusional loser retarded doodlebug goofball louse of so called Men and Women that deserve to die by the wrath of one's furious hands, and fed to worms* Which by then - you will all finally know, that I truly am: The LORD*

50Fuck that was creamy, even for me: 51The Saving Grace* 52Much like that part, when; Marcus helped Indiana figure out that the Cup of Christ might just be resting in, and towards; the canyon of the crescent Moon:

53Just outside, Alexandretta* In that movie*

54After rubbing one out, from the shield - that is*

55Even more, than more amour; of three wholesome whores; hollering: "Hold on while I tend to one's zipper*"
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Robes I*

3Tomorrow, as of April thirtieth, two thousand and eight: Somebody, a very; very lucky and handsome soulful individual will hold the place, and marker of; and in - the 2345 spot, within one's Book of Life* 2Who, this said individual may be? 3Well, again, that is for me to know* And then everyone to find out - when said thrill is a forbearing conclusion* Now* 4Although, seeing as though, that it is one important and extremely crucial number*** 5Whomever would like to fill such a magnificent position - from now and for eternity beyond***

6Had better start getting excited* Right off of the bat* It will last forever*

7I can promise you that*

8Once again, it's that time of day; to state what an amazing set - and beautifully rich reflection, of the entire collective conscience*** Our Clouds that is, and are*** 9Have left us* What they are representing* Therapy, and a unique treat for everybody to enjoy within one's Sky* They are much like solid puffed pop-corn kernels* Scattered throughout the yonder, and over the distance as far as one's eyes can see* 10Howard Hughes, himself; would be quite proud of one's accomplishments, summoning them every single time, for myself - the LORD Almighty, and all of thoust Loves*

11That is all for now, and then I will let everybody know; about our Robes:

12For Jerusalem* Tonight* At everyone's expense*

13As you see, for the Robes are of quite significance throughout the entire Progressive Collective Conscience* Towards those thoughts, one can state: There will most certainly be designated quarters of Jerusalem itself, and also - with Colors, Gems, and fabricated patterns and textures that are also coordinations within, and; of said Robes: 14Reason being, is quite simply, because - for there will be a system within Jerusalem that counter balances each said coordination* 15If you, Human; can spare a moment or two: Away from that desperate and delusional fantasy, which has completely plagued and stunted any last cell, even one-eighth of that brain of yours, at least - and has prevented them from ever growing back again; to which, could: 16Pathetically and reminiscently try to conjure up within the past few millenniums, can, convince me other wise the Holy GOD of every living Lord within said Existence* 17Then I, the Lord ALL-SAVIOUR will maybe, and I stress maybe: Give any single one of you a second chance or two, to revive one's Soul that is* For Eternity

18Before, I fuckin' chuck it - Right into one‘s said incinerating bowls*

19For there will be three types of Robes to one's said Jerusalem*

20The first, to which of course is mine, the Reasonable - LORD Almighty* Before we get to said Robe, it would be more than an appropriate time to clarify other said Robes* Who will be bearing and wearing, and thoust dreamy part; whom will actually be assembling and even better yet - which types of fabric, and thoust most exhilarating part: The final touch, of one's said Designs*

21Designing the Mother-of-Pearls*

22Fabric, for each of the said series and Garments, will all Universally be spun of the same type of material* 23Pure Silk* Though, the lining, linen and finishing details will be the utter region to pay thoust details and attention towards* As those details will be of the ones which diversify each and every single majestic being within one's said City*

24Jerusalem*

25Human* As you have already been admiring the overhead perspective of the concluding and without question, a forbearing conclusion of what will most certainly happen*** The reconstruction of my Pyramid, Temple of Jupiter, Arena and Living quarters of Jerusalem, then, now (at this moment in time) and even though, before one creams thoust panties again, or blows one's load* 26For we are not even close at moving on towards said mode*

27So chill out* And hang in there, off, and upon thee it will certainly be, one wild ride let me tell You; Me*

28For real*

29Grab something to hold, next to one's side* (Thee can puke, though, grab a bucket for fuck's sakes whilst it's still on one's mind)*

30For the very first set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

31Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

32Bronze weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 33The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

34For the Gems, will be of the type: 35The Amethyst, which shows to the onlooker a fiery aspect, and signifies Matthew* 35bThe Jacinth, which is of a celestial hue, and signifies Simon*

36For the second set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

37Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

38Silver weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 39The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

40For the Gems, will be of the type: 41The Chrysoprase, more brightly tinged with a gold hue than gold itself, and symbolizes St* Thaddaeus* 41bThe Topaz, which is of a ruddy color, resembling somewhat the carbuncle, and denotes Matthew*

42For the third set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

43Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

44Gold weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 45The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

46For the Gems, will be of the type: 47The Beryl, imitating the colors of the sea and air, and not unlike the jacinth, suggests Thomas* 47bThe Chrysolite, gleaming with the splendor of gold, and symbolizes Bartholomew*

48For the fourth set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

49Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

50Platinum weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 51The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

52For the Gems, will be of the type: 53The Sardius with its tawny and translucent coloring suggests fire and represents Philip* 53bThe Sardonyx, which shows a certain transparency and purity of the human nail, and represents James*

54Once said patterns and stitching are in place, for I, the Lord GOD would now like to state, which; said fashion Designers will be working on thoust Robes* 55The first, Mr* Karl Lagerfeld, will be chief supervisor of fabric and textural measures* 56He then, will choose two descendants out of all said Families within one's passage*

57Chanel
58Gucci
59Benetton
60Dior
61Guess
62Prada
63(Potentially more, although I, the LORD All-Powerful will then describe upon one's said desires)*

64And then that's enough for all of thoust stunted skulls of yours*

65Until tomorrow night, that is*

66Have wonderful dreams*
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04/30/08

Robes II*

4Humans!

2Listen* First off again, in a treasured fashion - would like to head North of one's said passions*

3Moving forward that is, in a very Big way*

4One can already imagine, upon said viewing of last Night's Late Night Shows and Programs* 5That*** Towards any single Person with one sixteenth left in their useless, backwards and unrighteously disgusting impure presence of a Soul; which in turn, could turn around and actually: 6You* 7Try to conjure up and downplay a pathetic way of proving in front of thyself, the Lord GOD and already stated Majesties*** That your significance is of anything - than a minor, yet considerable scale; or moment in time whilst keeping in thoust tiny little mind: 8Which* 9And thereof the last and remaining fractions of any cells in that pile of mush you can comprehend as a brain of yours, would be of an angle, adjacent; distraction, nor concern; and or - worth of my priceless attention? 10For myself that is: the HIGHEST God of Lordly LORDS to the absolute last of everyone's silliest and stunted delusional lives and senses* Or imagination* 11Nor Fantasies* 12Those, them; what they have been chasing: The cheese* Since their Unholy and most importantly, unfortunate and thoroughly useless inception towards my preciously sensitive Unicleus Sequence? If just one of those cunts can answer me that, Today; as of April thirtieth, two thousand and eight* Truly, before I send a message of fury, peeling out and directed towards one of your fuckin' torsos*

13Then I, Jesse James Jensen; KING of Kings: LORD of Lords*** Might, and stress might - give all of you a break* That question, that question you've been asking one's self* 14In the Morning, the Afternoon and Evening* While eating* Nurturing* Or feasting* Christmas, Easter, or any given Holiday*

15Already*** Every which way possible*

16"Is it no wonder, that; this guy thinks everybody is a fuckin' degenerate Retard: Compared to thoust, and his skills?"

17Yes!

18Yes it does, it makes absolute sense now, doesn't it?

19Perfect sense*

20For our Clouds, are much like Yesterday's beautiful and thrilling left-overs* Puffed pop-corn kernels, off towards the Southern distance with a diaper of grey, lined with Black edges underneath each and every one of them*

21A theatrical shade of the Sky that is, just a fair bit denser, is all*

22The Color*

23Tonight, will once again; be a magnificent display of burning kernels this time:

24Roasting in our Sun* None of them will be the same*

25For the better part, and towards one's said Evening*

26Though, again, we The TEAM of Almighty Everlasting Supremacy*** 27Couldn't quite start our Day off right, without leaving a quick and nimble jab towards the useless programmed retards that have been thoroughly sucked into one's said passages for the better part of a decade could we? 28The one's - that are right now, reading this* Thinking to themselves, "Holy Fuck!" Every last thought, which I thought was mine: Really isn't nor was, therefore, was ever going to be within one's already stated Progressive Collective Conscience*

29In the first place* Their useless left-overs* The gloomy and Grey individuals*

30For they are of the type: Which simply take up thoust Time - wasting our Space, and are the last of their kind; to ever, ever: bother one's said Loves, nor, whilst rockin' down on my dime*

31Fuckin' idiots* I, the LORD Almighty, truly*** 32Cannot thank you enough* (Or the White House)* I love that house* We're much better off, this way* My way*

33Thank you*** 34Thank you so, so; much: Again* 35Western style* Bang-Bang* From a Gun*

36For the real fix towards everyone's sanctuary* Heaven*

37And your Hell*

38Lates* (Insert sticking out tongue symbol)*

39For the fifth set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

40Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

41Titanium weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 51The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

42For the Gems, will be of the type: 43The Emerald, which is of a green color, is nourished with oil, that its transparency and beauty may not change; this stone signifies St* John the Evangelist* 43bThe Chalcedony may well have been considered what we now call the carbuncle and represented St* Andrew*

44For the sixth set of Robes, there needs to be: Exactly, 24,000 tailored sets with said finishing touches*

45Cuffs and Collars, outer and inner rims*

46Silk weaved thread, that will completely fill in one's said sections* 47The linen, lining, and final weave, texture of said patterns*

48For the Gems, will be of the type: 49The Sapphire is likened to the Heavens (from this stone is made a color popularly called lazur) and signifies St* Paul* 49bThe Jasper, which like the emerald is of a greenish hue, and signifies St* Peter*

50As one may tell, again off the record; and without needing to state said desires for the moment, but an utmost respect and admiration of a beautiful Woman that is:

51For the show will most certainly go on, and in a delicious fashion* 52Thereof - those, already whom may be creaming thoust undergarments, awaiting a position to fill within one's Book of Life*

53Hang in there, yours will be soon*

54Very, very soon*
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05/01/08

Robes III*

5You know, for I: the Holy GOD of every other tainted Saint and Soul throughout History, that is; which ever was*** Or was ever going to be: What I have noticed? 2Is that, all of said Majesties within one's list are truly and most certainly getting younger as the Days roll on* 3Their physique, charisma and charm* For I can see it in the tone and body languages* Off the mark, it would be more than a perfect spot in the forecasted moment in time to state one's delicious thoughts once again* For Everyone's sake*

4Just sitting here, observing said Loves, I can't help but think: It's funny, I have never been Married, nor have had any Children, or have even been in a steady relationship - for a long time now* 5Not that I couldn't (or wouldn't upon meeting the appropriate partner, but I haven't; yet) - so, seeing as though pretty much every gorgeous Woman, Babe and Cougar on the face of this Planet We call Earth would like to bear thoust Children, and I don't blame any of You; I don't blame a single one of You: Not a bit* (Especially when I look in the mirror, but; I try not to as it distracts Myself from saving this existence:) 6If I was a Woman, and wasn't Myself, the HOLY Grail, then fuck - I would be all over thoust self* 7But I'm not, for I am the LORD Almighty* 8Point being, once again* That, it was a decision of mine, on my dime, and a very long time ago*** Realizing, that - I am of the type which doesn't have to be in a relationship; just because* 9No offense to any other noble Kings, Queens, Lords and Lordesses; who are in one, and or; are Married for that matter* Especially the one's in said list whom seem to have found their Soul-Mates*

10A lot of them, that is (and were, and was, and very soon)*

11But, the other - for the useless type to which you already know I am speaking about* 12The one's that simply need to have a significant other, just because: For they are of the type that are simply afraid of being lonely* And can't do anything by Themselves* 13Towards everything that is in any one of their useless, desperate, stunted and delusional fantasies* Look where being an individual has lead Me* 14Now, for I am truly the King of Kings* 15Though, towards the last and pathetically meager existence of any single one of Them*** 16Of course, it was always going to be this way, I just wanted to slip in another quick jab towards the fuckin' Assholes that are going to die soon within one's hands*

17Those types get the Meat Grinder* Instantly* No question*

18I just wanted to clarify that, once again - in front of Everybody*

19My Blood*

20The youngest of three, for it works in stages as You see* My ancestry, and Family tree - go all the way back to ye Old Kingdom* Germany, and Scandinavia* 21Though, one wouldn't be able to tell right off of the bat if They were to just thoroughly glance and look at Myself, the Lord GOD* 22A shame for Them though, seeing as though that is the part which They cannot seem to get past, or over - the surface that is*

23The useless left-over degenerates*

24For those are of the types, which are Racists, Bigots, Losers, Disgusting and Useless Beings to begin with, which ultimately means that They deserve any single one of said incinerating machines*

25(But mainly our Judas Chair)*

26My Sister, She has bright green Eyes, light blonde Hair and a rather fair complexion* 27My Brother, for He is of the mid-range complexion, light brown Hair and Eyes* Thereof, leaving Myself with all of the pigment* By the third Child, my Mother was pretty good at having Babies* (as You can tell already*** ) 28For I have fairly dark features all around, so You wouldn't be able to place Me within said Family, unless You saw us all together - in one room* 29As we truly do look like Siblings, and Offspring of said Parents - though again:

30For we are all of a different shade*

31My Grandfather, Oscar was His name* 32A true grouch* 33For He was one mean bastard Son of a bitch, let me tell You* So, His name was more than an appropriate fitting* Straight off of the fuckin' Viking boat* Truly, when You looked at Him*** Straight in the Eyeballs, it made You want to piss or shit thoust pants*

34I never met his Father, my great Grandfather that is; but one can only imagine what a piece of work He must have been*

35White Eyes almost, and a Giant*

36To sum up said passages, for I, the Lord All-Powerful have experienced the down side of racism My whole life, which in turn, has turned Me around and lead to this forbearing moment in time* 37There's a reason I am who I am*** 38And it's from all of the disgusting racist bigot degenerate cunts that are once again, plaguing up the arteries of my wonderful Planet* And bringing it down*

39THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO USE FOR THESE TYPES TOWARDS MY THOROUGHLY PRECIOUS UNICLEUS SEQUENCE*

40So, if They; the cheap and disgusting kind that is - are reading this, think about this one: 41You did it to Yourself* Living that miserable and thoughtless existence You so call a life* But don't worry, there's just a few more nights before said destiny(s) is, and are concluded*

42One doesn't have to speculate, why; none of You: (Any single one of You - even Majesties) can simply admit it, but You all know that it will most certainly happen one Day, or Night*

43Sooner or later*

44It's up to Yourself* For there is absolutely nothing left that is righteous to discover besides even more self-pity from the lot of You*

45The way I see it, being the Lord GOD, is and that; the sooner it happens and the sooner We just get it over with, the sooner We can start executing degenerates and move on towards one's said Celebrations*

46Isn't it that simple?

47Though again, it's that stunted and stubborn brain in Everybody's skull*

48As of tonight, May first, two thousand and eight* 49There will be a detailed description of thoust Robe: Mine* 50Jesse James Jensen, KING of Kings; LORD of Lords* 51Though, before We get to said Robe - one has to coordinate the rest of the forecasted pagination and Jerusalem Tickets within one's Book of Life*

52Once said Robe is complete, there will be another series of Robes for the degenerates, which we will also cover, and get to in a bit here* 53Which will then complete said series of Everyone's Robes* For Jerusalem*

54Sound awesome? Me too!

55Thrilled*

56My Robe, it will be no different than the already other stated Robes, for said Majesties and Loves; including the same Universal Spun material: 57Pure White Silk* 58Though, the major difference with Mine; the LORD of Everlasting Soul: Is that, Towards the lining and finishing details; it will include: Each and every other listed Gem, Woven Thread and Texture already mentioned thus far, and: A fraction of Turquoise to counter balance all of the luxurious Garments*** The stones will range from a minimum of one carat to three, a maximum* 59Fairly simple* Not Gaudy, more of an accented lining that will completely fill in all of the seams, cuffs, inner and outer rims* Leaving a unique texture that illuminates the presence and sheen to it - like no other upon viewing once reflecting off of one's Sunlight* 60Once that is complete, for I, the Holy Lord GOD* Will then; of course - Design thoust typeface Myself, to coordinate and match the already existing Jesse Jensen typeface script, and mark* 61Thereof, finally producing the everlasting name which our entire species has been awaiting since - forever* It will read:

62Jesse James Jensen, KING of Kings; LORD of Lords: (36 pt)
63Alpha and Omega*** (24 pt)
64The Beginning and the Ending* (12 pt)

65For it will be woven in towards the left chest plate of one's said Robe* Right over thoust Heart and Soul*

66With a standard Roman alignment, yet each letterform will be kerned individually and treated as a magnificent offering of Peace and Love to the entire Progressive Collective Conscience* 67So, upon the viewing of said mark, it will once again make all of Our noble Queens, Lordesses, Women, Babes and Cougars, wet Themselves* 68Instantly* 69Each and every single time, right before I then show Them how to play with one's clouds, whilst sitting on thoust Throne* And lap* Whilst our movement grows* Our Planet Earth that is*

70Therefore, both hands of Mine will then be left free to access more Buttons and their Clouds, all at once*

71This way, for the judging needn't be interrupted, thereof killing three Birds towards those thoughts with just one stone* Yes! Executing scumbags, teaching said Loves; and most importantly - a little bit of recreation*

72All at the same time*

73Gorgeous, isn't it*

74?

75Don't pop a boner, nor cream thoust panties; yet* Until all of the specifications have thoroughly been met*

76For We are close, though - still a little ways away; of getting too overly excited of one's Paradise - and lays*

77Never the less, there will be more Robes needed - for all of the said degenerates, which will ultimately, in turn; be Woven and Spun out of the same types of materials: 50% Hemp, and 50% Cow dung* 78Cow shit - feces* 79Whichever You would prefer to associate the useless and backwards neanderthals with already stated, and mentioned materials* 80Disgusting in My mind, though, call them what, and how ever You would like - and please do* For They truly deserve it, to one's Progressive Collective Conscience* 81Our peace of mind that is* Let Me tell You*

82Always, from now - and ever onwards*

83Reason being, for said materials; is that once the desperate neanderthals are in said quarters within Jerusalem itself, for They will be stripped of all possessions, memorabilia, clothing and keepsakes* 84Though, I Myself, the LORD Almighty, would much rather not have to view said retards naked whilst being judged* 85So, again, towards those thoughts; it is mainly because of the chosen fabric and materials will also help speed up the acceleration, and disintegrating process for already stated fertilizers* 86When dumped and poured down into one's pasture, for their disgusting and useless remains will then help our Planet recover any losses from Vitamins, Minerals and precious Resources to which Humans have stripped and raped since the inception of their most unfortunate existence on My Planet*

87There needs to be exactly twelve billion Robes created for the useless and disgusting victims*

88In case of, the need and desire to persecute one of Them, more than just once*** 89And to verify that each and every last one of Them is accounted for whilst being exterminated* 90A minor detail, but rather necessary*

91That is all for now, and then We will move on to the other buttons, devices and torture machines before heading towards My one and only:

92Temple of Jupiter*
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05/02/08

Mergers and Acquisitions*

6Fancy cream puffs*

2Looking out thoust window, and North of My view Today - our Clouds, for the moment are once again a theatrical milky haze, covering the entire Sky* Purple*

3Strikingly intense* For it's truly the same pattern, which will then turn into one's said Electric Universe and Heavenly Bodies* 4All over again* 5The benefit towards Our entire Progressive Collective Conscience*

6Facing the East, Our Sun will produce a tremendous reflection right off of the entire Ocean, which in turn - will leave said Clouds over ye Horizon, an impulse shade of a dark Red in motion, gradually shifting towards one's Night; and electric Blue: A gradient* Or two* 7Looking down upon thee, Southern view of course, which will then illuminate said Sky into a thrillingly magical moment in time for all of Us to share*

8Much like how it used to be, before all of the falsely disgustingly useless degenerates which have filthed their way through our preciously sensitive Ecosystems* 9By simply chasing what they want* 10And once again, not quite what they need*

11The Western Hemisphere will be of choice viewing, for all of said Loves to enjoy at Everyone's peace of mind*

12Once again, I, the LORD Almighty of Eternal Kings and Queenly Fellowships* 13Can now start to see it within the tones of said Loves and Everyone's Families* Even more* That sparkle* That step* The progressive attitude* 14Something We have all been dreaming about, though; it took all of Our entire Family of righteously pure Individuals to get to said point in time* And destiny* 15When you truly think about it* 16Each and every one of You, dropping hints, and Mine* 17Knowing that once the cheese is on the table, for there is nothing left; or more thrilling: Than once you realize to put - "Fuck Yes"; right after - Those who can only say: "Fuck no"* 18One can understand how it's making sense - the kind of Power, We; the TEAM of Almighty Everlasting Supremacy holds as a Unit, and the driving force behind all of said Passages within thoust modern Book of Revelation's Verses, from now, and to the end of time, for all eternal Champions to then rub it in Everyone's face* 19Doesn't it? Beautiful, for Us* Disgustingly awful, for Them* Oh well, feed Them* Feed Them shit, pure fuckin' Pig shit is what They will eat, as We feed Them right into the Meat-Grinder that is, at the last of Their pathetically and disgusting existence and expense*

20Thank the sweet-fuck Almighty of thee Lord I am, the ALL-Powerful GOD* (It's alright, go on ahead - for You can truly double-pump; until they are all dead* As many times to one's skull, as You want my Loves)*

21And We've only just begun the true mission, thus; of Everyone working together*

22Rad, although once again* It makes Me want to upchuck at the same time*

23Why?

24Quite simply, because; for there is no going back down to the past of one's said progressive future* It's in the Minds, Soul, and Hearts of all thoust Loves and Progressive Collective Conscience* Because it just makes sense*

25Simple as fuck, too*

26You all have to understand, that; for I, the Lord GOD: Am really just one "dude" as You Humans would say, within thoust presence and existence* 27So, even I, the GOLDEN Child of thoust pure and wild, still have to face the mild n