And you say nothing. What is happening to me? I don’t wanna live forever…
I remember the moon from the car. What a prick!
Fine. I was demoted from Maj. aHole to Sgt. aHole. I started out, “this is Pte. aHole.” Oh, forget it. One guy. The entire thing, one guy.
Yes, it is Std. ( Standard. )
So, we get to the end of the dream? The Heroine? A no show. Even though, I explain : “It’s a chick.”
Okay… Let’s start over. Again… If we do, the things we did at first? You’ll find your brother or sister. Even though, their eye colour is different. They’ve lost all their teeth. You point out that the only person, our age, _without_ a tattoo… Must be my brother. Next day? Quarter sleeve tattoo of cheetah splotches or something. Or I’m throwing your lampstand in the garbage! I mean it!
Dead flower? Where?
It’s like bangles for thick wrists. The bangles detract from the thickness of the wrist. Ask _any_ woman. So, the dead flower, or black hole.. WTF? Is to guide your eye along my body to something +other+ than what _I_ don’t want you _staring_ at.
Okay! So, I explain to her, my brother KatieLee. The dude getting photos taken, in the paper, taking responsibility for stuff that isn’t his, spouting out KatieLee’s stuff? And his different name than KatieLee? If people knew, like KatieLee, that whom the entire country _really_ hates is KatieLee. Not some dude standing up, getting photos taken, with a different name. I mean, even though, it’s a different person in photos and a different name? The country hates what he speaks and what he stands for and what he has set in motion, for all of us. And the “for all of us” is KatieLee! So.. whom they truthfully hate is…. ( Oh, fine. It _was_ Uncle Bob. I give up. )
Okay! So… over the years, because Uncle Bob’s name was taken by KatieLee. And women who didn’t really know who Uncle Bob was, believed that KatieLee really _was_ Uncle Bob because of sheer staying power in terms of name ownership, without dispute. Find out now, that Uncle Bob, is not Bob, but KatieLee, or Bill, or whomever = (KatieLee.) And they want to go back to Uncle Bob. But, Uncle Bob really _doesn’t_ forgive. And doesn’t think about or need them, even though _their_ minds believe that Bob really is a pe… But the ..dop.. is (KatieLee.) So, Fuck, you belong to KatieLee. ( Whom is the real Uncle “Dead” Bob. ) You gave her 3:16, and not Bob.
Bob looks exactly the same. “Jesus is the same, tomorrow, today, yesterday and always will be.” Okay… So, if the gospel says, “He is not there.” It means that the _real_ Jesus denies his identity the entire time he’s here. Unless? You’re KatieLee! So Honey, don’t worry. A normal person would never ask for theBill and check out of this Hoteck. ( Hotel and Heck – combined. ) I mean she would follow. Nevermind, liking my group and moving on, she would follow my stuff. – I take off my makeup, go to bed, I wake up, with KatieLee – in my mind. – Such is the life in the Witness Defense Program (CANADA.) – Makeup for a disguise. You should see my hat! Because I cannot. – Uncle Bob is Jesus! Ask me!
Four shadowing! Weren’t you just complaining about two-spirits yesterday, Sgt? – My imitation of my ultra intelligent niece. She gets me so mad, she doesn’t exist, Fuck. How are you? Good to see you, Fuck. Moving on, as quickly as possible…
You’re a suffer-Jet. Listen, Ma’am, hockey makes sense for most people. Are you listening to me? Just for the hat. You’re kidding. Yah! I got a shirt, it said, “Lift a finger, and dial me, Fuck.” They still didn’t get the hinting… I answered the call, Hun.
They just don’t want me to work. ( Hun, this is a blog. It’s called a catharsis. Sometimes, it’s a cloud of thought, rather than a line of thought. ) I mean, hearing that I have University, and applying at A&W? People cry… But, Grade10, cannot read – and never discovered? Lead us and the _entire_ Country. Please.. Now… For Pride, Fuck.
I’m really tired, Hun. That’s not family to me. That person may say the words? But, I’m not treated the way someone who is loved, gets treated. When you’re hungry, someone who loves you, gives you something to eat. Not a snake or a stone. ( I’m referring to several “familial” positions. ) My Dad knows me. Really. Two sentences, I’m healed. My Mom? “You can’t live on bread alone. So, Son, have potatoes. I’m your Mother…” Really…
Try my number, Daughter. (s) on both. If not? You’ll hear him speak. Maybe it’s the first time, he’s spoken to you. But, yeah… It’s him, my Father. And yeah, no complaints? Ask for money! Ask for so many things! All the time! Just ask! He actually does hear! It’s just 2000 years of… 2000 requests a day? Makes for $2000CDN. Please!!!
Try Jesus, if problems. His Son.
I’m done.
- There’s so much unfinished business. Please ignore me…
- I’ll tell you what, Jesus! You judge me, like the book says. This is the end. And then let me decide! How’s that? But, it’s better for _me_, not just for you, the Shepherd. ( Based on that? It might honestly be KatieLee! ) Jesus is just going to do, whatever he wants, anyway. And most rules do NOT apply to Lord Brother Jesus Katelyn Christ, II, DDS. Esq.
- Why don’t I honour, KatieLee? I do honour you, Katelyn! I imitate you in private by myself, so that I understand you more! That’s _honour_!
What’s Mynarski doing? Sgt! Holding his pee, Sir. You can go look for yourself, Sir.