A BAY HORSE is making it her Mission to pull a CART called…
…The San Francisco Redevelopment Agency. Red Cross shall DOLE out boxes of blood soaked and cocaine infested greenbacks from PELOSI’s “sister” at LAND’S END (hole 9) to armies of clean-up crews. Will they succeed at picking up the human feces on SF streets and Rail System arteries – and the assholes that soiled them? Will that be sufficient to “launder” that “money”? Or will Julian Assange’s street artist tour need funding as well? Let’s find out.
Targeted: “sister” you forgot to drop a dime to MA BELL. Or was that intentional? Red Cross + Greenbacks makes Brown Note.
Targeted: to an off world, exiled, former “mother” figure of SCHMITZ blood. The ghost of the bay horse you boarded in a Beaver Creek, OR Barn – you know, the one you called “Babe”, is being securely held by the Banshee. She wasn’t possessed by demons – you were. That’s what she was tying to tell you. Banshee is also holding KC, and she’s not letting her go. Now ZEB(ulon) well… That’s another matter entirely, isn’t it? You FAILED the “What is love?” test so spectacularly that your life story will become required curriculum in the Scared Straight – Black Trails series. You’re famous.
Targeted: Mothers of Darkness. Brace yourselves. Here come the Sudoku WaterWorks. Love, EK-anon.
Targeted Message (originally posted in 2019, but “upgraded” today for your edification)
You pretend to pay us and we pretend to not know that you know what we do for you.
Yet, we don’t work for you. We have our own reasons for doing what we do. This is our Creation – HIS Creation. And the fact that in your greed and ambition, you did your best to poison Her against Him and him against her doesn’t diminish our love for Them or for you.
(*humbly requesting edits to your Declaration, Cats. 2/3/23 basically, it all comes down to this: THE CREATION IS NOT GREATER THAN THE CREATOR. Is this enough clarity for what needs to be done in the editing?)
>>Personal Sovereignty<< is a thing. Don't mistake it for power over others. (clicking links) Covenants aren't necessarily necessary as it implies connection to Covens. I hope you can clearly see why by now. *humbly requesting edits Cats
The days for your “parking” space accesses are in very short supply. Prepare your egress now instead of making threats to the Ethereum Field. My pools are off limits to you. But the garden hoses aren’t.
If you don’t have Lemurian crystals in your system, you may find yourself without Higher Guidance from the pools. If you don’t have colloidal silver in your system, you may find yourself with a a nasty bacterial illness from the garden hose.
oh, and one more thing. You asked for “sharding”. He said: “Ask and you shall receive”. Thanks for asking.
Intermission
[Update on All Saint’s Day, 2023]
A November to remember
I've heard it said, regarding the plastic pollution problem something like this: "Oh, the planet will recover as she always has."
I just blocked “gov” Greg Abbott because of what he’s doing in Austin. I’ve also requested a double dose of Scared Straight for him and ALL his Zionist crony paymasters. It’s not the first disappointment I’ve had with him, but I do hope it’s the last.
Beginning yesterday, everyone I block on Twitter along with all in their line, is no longer welcome on Earth. As they are being evicted, they need to become aware of who is evicting them – and WHY! I don’t care where they go, but they are not to return – for at least one incarnation.
It’s the Planet’s strong desire that ALL Zionist run governments among the surface AND below surface populations are replaced with local Meritocracies. If you are among those who tweet #MAGA2024 REGARDLESS of the content of your tweet, you will be blocked and subsequently evicted. If you haven’t figured out by now that you are supporting Lucifer and wishing he take the Big Chair in the “Oval” office, you won’t in time. I repeat: If you aren’t fighting for The Michael you are on the wrong side. It is actually very simple.
If you’re on the Road to Hell and there are no exits in sight, just keep going, but walk slow.
Targetted: If it’s too hot in the kitchen for you, then you may want to change your name back to KOCH. Jus’ sayin’. I know you have a gun, but you don’t have to use it. Think of it as an heirloom from my father Théoden King – which it is. Nevertheless, I want my Firestar 9mm back and my iron horse (if that’s even possible anymore). You know what you have to do… JKL(just keep living)
Oh by the way… Lynsey signed a Model Release… and well, y’all know the rest. HASH TAG NOT FOR SALE (we’ll get to that “Huck” guy in a bit)
Targeted: Sycamore Tree. Babushka Hope shall not be crocheting a bathtub for anybody. Don’t expect her to visit the Royal Purls anytime soon – if ever again. I mean that in the highest way of course. My knitting needles aren’t deadly ( neither are my box knives) – and those who always knew this are welcome in my home for creative sessions. Those with suspicious minds, need to learn how to ‘know’ people the way they want to be known and stop participating in vicious gossip. An ADHD guy coined a wise phrase: “I live vicariously through myself”. Good advice. It’s enough.
Nirvana Art #NOTFORSALE, Figurative Art She rests quietly in her stillness of mind after the fires of desire, aversion, and delusion have been finally extinguished. She has found her Nirvana.
Created in beautiful pearl metallic blues over a hand brushed pearl base layered on a specially-prepared canvas surface. Metallic mediums mixed into my paints create a glistening effect with the changing light, creating a new experience with each viewing. The graphic and energy burst is phosphorous – capturing light throughout the day and emitting a glow of energy. In this painting my muse is portrayed about life-size.
Completed on November 30th, NIRVANA is my fifth figurative painting for 2012, and features the beautiful Lynsey as my muse.
The graphic across the top of this painting is the binary code for “GOD”
“There is something about a closet that makes skeletons terribly restless.” ~Anon
A ferrier from Gaston, a Super Soldier from LOC, a bar tender from Notre Damn, and a fisherman from Unicorn Lake went camping at Troy’s Fish Camp.
At the campfire they were telling each other some new jokes. The Super Soldier said “I have an idea, let’s tell some old jokes, only instead of actually telling them, let’s number them and see if the others can guess what they are by their numbers.”
The ferrier grabbed a bottle of Rebel Yell then said “Interesting idea. I’ll go first. 42” Everyone laughed.
Super Soldier said “Ha! good one, Don. But that’s not even a prime number. How about this one: 17”
No one laughed. They just squirmed in their seats like they were being bitten by fire ants. Don said: “Some people don’t know how to tell a joke Podesta.”
A guy named Q was lurking in the shadows, just watching and listening like a big black cat. At this point he could take no more and gave the Fighting Irish two black eyes. “That’s not a joke Mahoney.”
What will he do to the fisherman? I wonder.
Moral of this story: This is Titania now, NOT Satania.
and the Kelpie of Horsetooth Lake, so it’s pool time – and I don’t mean the cow pasture type – “Mmm… no. It wasn’t that.” Here’s what it’s all about Alfeus – BOTH of those Jackson cues are mine. And that Rose V you ‘thought’ you purchased for your art collection signed a Model Release so she was released before that ink dried on INKTOMI paper. You may spell that COOK if you like. ‘Nuff said … xcept this: Merry Christmas.
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