G of Maxwell House. You call me a friend though you are my enemy. I am not your enemy, but I’m not your friend. EK-anon has never been a terribly fierce enemy anyway – but she’s a FIERCELY loyal friend – to GRAMPS. He’s the Glen.
And I have more to say about this and your “TerraMar” AsTRO-CITY, but the fullness of the nets hasn’t come in yet. The Fishers of men cannot be stopped by you NOR by any crossfire-hurricane you can puff, puff pass.
Suffice it to say that we have your Little St. James Rink in bonds and chains. The McGuffin is NOT the Rheingold, it’s the Red Hella Hat. And PIAA is NOT za dora.
THE BOND is exercised on behalf of GM Durga’s IA-us hat. So there.
Hatter’s hat field
Targettted: Nebadon World Order is in deletion intensive. I AM Celesta – the first AND last Finaliter.
Targetted: UN. My view of you is so stained. And It’s not sustainable.
Targeted: If you breathe with the wrong MAXwell, you’re NOT so well. Earth is not a digital games platform, and she’s absolutely NOT your country to sell off pieces of.
Personal: Branscombe Richmond. I am so grieved as I write this. Just know that in this moment. But here’s the takeaway – one biker friend to another. There are times when neutrality is a good thing. There are times when neutrality is not a good thing – and that’s because at some point… it’s not enough.
*tears in rain on the Oregon Trail. I AM Spirit who flies in the Wind.
Poor man wants to be rich, rich man wants to be King. King isn’t satisfied ’til he rules Everything. ~RealPage
Earth mother planet has something to say, if y’all would just >>listen<<
Do you think the Tree of Life bears fruit for only humans of star configuration? Expand your thinking and your awareness. NOW.
She says: “My King is tall, dark and handsome – a white guy. He’s The Geneticist, and he works with The Architect – a black guy, and The Scientist – an Asian guy. Surprised? The MATRIX was a documentary of a beta-test. An Experiment – now ended. The Geneticist carries the Super Seeds of the Tree of Life. Colors. Adjust yourself to this my children – or don’t. It’s your #FREEWILL.”
“The #RACEWARS are over if the warring races want to continue. If they don’t, they shall be moved off planet where they can keep doing their warring on Asteroids, dead planets, dead moons, abandoned space stations, cyberspace – you get the picture. They can fight each other to their heart’s content – weapons provided – to the Last Man Standing. May that one find his/her/it’s way home safely so that he/she/it can tell the tale. A cautionary one. War is hell and Earth is heaven. #MYBODYMYCHOICE – Sovereignty”
“The VooDoo velvet window is broken, and it can’t AND WON’T be repaired.”
The Planet wants – and NEEDS to heal from millennia of wars AND experiments on her, over her and above her.
May Peace prevail on Earth
Star Wars are over. Race Wars are over. Galactic Hawk wars are _________.
Let love seek and let love find Let love lead and let love flow Bloom where you’re planted Glow in the dark Reach without restriction But call before you dig
MIKE’s Floor Mechanic had either been compromised or deceived. The Guardian of the Ice Chambers was overwhelmed with fire from the sky, so he delegated some jobs to new work boots on the ground. Then he had a Brahm’s triple decker ice cream cone and sent flowers to The Creamery. Meanwhile his workboots dropped cubes from the icemaker in the Cocina to the worn-out vinyl floor.
The red-faced Kachina wiped sweat from her brow and looking around on her Walkabout said “Where are the children?!”
Trinity was watching this from White Rock Creek and mused to herself… “Faedra must be the Key Maker.”
Looking up from her lunch with Faedra, Ariel started day-dreaming out loud. She said: “I wish King Darren would put up a new shingle right next to that Swarovski Crystal Entity. A mom and pop store overlooking the Kitchen – and the ice rink. No rent – ever.”
The Black Kachina was watching all these things happen at The Galleria through his telescope. Then he picked up his orchestra and said: “Mi Casa, Mi Cocina“.
Poseidon was being chased by a hot-headed little mermaid. So he got into his Maserati and did 84 down the PCH. When he finally ran out of gas, he found himself in Oaxaca. So he sat by the creek and made some Stone Soup with the elders there. The earth quaked so hard that time quaked also.
Then the M/Y Walkabout got her slip.
WHO doesn’t love Faerie tales?
Updated 8-28-20 at 4:44pm Dallas time.
I wonder how many will correctly interpret this Tarot card. It’s called Chalupa Chalupa Supreme – a Major Arcana
The discussion around Origins is an uncomfortable one for all involved. >>Especially<< for the one holding up the others with his one magnetic foot. May he not lose his footing in a Crossfire Hurricane. That wouldn’t be good for anyone.
Ocean Genesis (genIsis). A Major Acana. Where we all originate from – and to where we must all return – if we’re welcome. Otherwise – sand dunes, dry, barren DUNES.
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