or is it yesterday?
Norway plays England.
Da Bear!
Whee!
Go Norske!
“Right over there by the taco store.”
Was asked today if Satan talked to me. Ha, Satan does not ‘talk’ Satan imbeds. A virus. A corruption of thought, body, mind, soul.
Satan. Lucifer. Pick a name. Feel an influence. Your ‘free will’ might choose to deny, your mind block, your body justify with science. Your soul however, your soul is not yours totally. Your soul is on loan almost like a test drive. Your soul knows when Satan imbeds and when God speaks.
The question today should have been, “Does God talk to you?” The answer is obvious, yes. God talks to me and i talk to God.
The main problem for humans is that they think the are the existence. That this world is their world. That reality is what they taste, touch, feel, smell…They forget that their soul see reality for what truly is real, a connection to God.
As for A.I. and agent Barton, wow, you will never really know will you?
The other night the earth cracked so loud it woke up a lot of rock, and now the rock is pissed off.
“You’re nutso.”
Hey parasite, you my friend, are correct.
“Can we have ice cream?”
Ha! What the fuck do you think?
“Yes?”
Absolutely. First leave that yellow jacket alone.
If
Hitler. Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations. H it ler. A lot of people have spoken and heard that word, Hitler. A lot know Hitler was the face of the Nazi regime.
A lot of people know Persia is a country now called Iran.
A lot of people don’t know that Iran and Nazi policy are brothers in hate with Jews being the target.
Now Trump is a target. Trump knows his mortality is soon to prove to be an immortal legacy. A target. A lot of people hate Trump; wishing death, demanding death, hoping for death, even praying for death.
Death. Hitler. Iran. Part of the society of evil and hate.
Assassination. Murder. Jihad. “God told me to kill in ‘his’ name.”
Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations.
Trump. Hitler. Iran. Jews.
Deth. Dath. Deeth. Death. Duth. D. D. D. Donald Trump.
When Trump is killed there will be celebrations. There will be lamenting. There will be anger. There will be joy. There will be passivity. There will be because it already is…
If humans only understood that they have no power. They do not have the power of life or death. To believe their actions can destroy; to consume life… such folly. Justly so also for the belief their actions can create life.
Only God can create life an only God can destroy life yet in a way very alien to what a human mind cannot comprehend. For God to destroy life would also relate to God destroying a part of God.
Remember another word, Je sus? Jesus. Jeezus. What a wonderful word. God destroyed his life, or did God give Jesus Life?
Trump will ‘die’. You will ‘die’. Everything on the planet is not alive or dead and yet will be…
Yes, more words, wurds, woords. More vibrations.
No matter how Hitler and his namesakes strive for power to kill or for those such as Mother Theresa proving death is the blessing of choice to be made to acknowledge the love of God. No matter. Does not matter. It matters. Mat ter, mattur, mattoor.
If humans believe they have the power of life and death without God then they prove they are no longer children. And to truly talk and be with God you must be immortal in innocence and believe without doubt that God is truly a part of you.
(in the meantime, peace)
To be healed something has to die
“It’s not fair!”
“I deserve that!”
When God talks to you take God for the word.
Into the wilderness.
Banished
“It’s not fair.”
Did you forget that in the banishment God went with you?
no shit sherlock
(no filters, you get exactly what the raw sewage smells like spilling from the mind/fingers)
so proof?
Demons. Just had one double tap and whispered, “Porn. Fucking. Pussy. Go ahead.”
Laughed my fat ass off and ate some cheese.
Did you know that Idaho banned porn on the internet? Well, unless you use a credit card and wash your hands before you play with yourself. That means the kids have learned to use VPN back channels. Puberty is a bitch. Back in the day it was Playboy. Before that it was fairy tales. Before that, well, you don’t want to know what happened. Today though, ha! What a fucking fuck joke.
In case you did not know some facts about this video game you are participating in, your avatar, your identity (complete with clothes, hair cuts, hats, shoes, you)does indeed have free will to navigate the paths of cognitive choice.Amazing choices. Ever choose pain? Ever choose to turn the other cheek? Ever choose to be poor instead of richer than Midas?
When the whispers come and go I too can cum or go. Fight or flight. Ever wrassle a demon? Wild as they cheat and avoid the illusion with a very real form of reality. Example: Imagine kicking Spock in the balls while watching him on a Netflix movie. Not gonna work will it? Now imagine Spock looking all ‘actor’ like and suddenly reaching out of the screen and kicking YOU in the balls…Ouch.
Why write this? Because i am not supposed too yet choose to because it is all a part of wrassling with what is really real. Really? (bonk)
Watching a clip now of a guy laughing as he got caught driving around with his dead wife. If you listen close you can hear her scream. And she is dead. Dead as a 9mm he just laughed about.
No porn.
No accepting the reality of make believe humans just crave.
As for cheese? Much better than what is all around.
Oh shit, forgot to mention the earth cracked last night. A large crack and the hydrant is seeking gravity. Yikes! Rocks go boom boom.
And as Sheldon would say before kicking you in the nuts, “Bazinga!”
your reflection turned up-side-down
nwod-edis-pu-denrut-noitcelfer-ruoy
No
a little chaos is not good…
A LOT of chaos is perfection, especially when fucking with evils clock-ticking precision.
How appropriate
Thanks God, those ravens were f-u-n-n-y.
The dreams awesome.
As for that puffball… Wow!
Thanks.
………………………………………………………..
God
This is what happens when i am happy for a second or two.
First, none of anyone reading this know me nor should they. I’m nothing of import or importance. More like a firecracker, a huge firecracker with a dead fuse.
So, i am happy right now because it is sunny outside and my corgi’s, all five of them are inside and happy. Margareta just made some fucking fantastic cream cheese and pepper filling for tonight, and I’m drinking a vodka/huckleberry drink mixed with sarachi sauce, pickled garlics, ice, pepper…a drink I call bloody mess. Fucking awesome. And now the song, West Virginia is playing while waiting for Norway to play true football, not the pussy American football for weak minded beer drinkers.
There will always be moments in your life where you just try and deal with the accepted reality and then there will be those few precious moments where you get to experience happiness. Today. This moment. i am happy.
Yay!
And in this moment, i give thanks for those who allowed a formation of a country trying to cling to freedom. As such in the freeing moment, fuck people for abortion, fuck people who hate God, fuck people who think their shit does not stink, and fuck me for being so wound up in thinking i could make difference as really Life already knows what it wants.
It truly is the small things that matter. Those small tidbits of nothing adding up to one very important thing. Thing: A word to describe what a thousand other words describe more fluently.
I and i hope today somewhere in this somewhat world, others can find fleeting moments of happiness.
Also, (alcohol speaking) when this shell of biological mass is cremated, the smoke will smell sweet with the feeling of Life joining the Wind of Life and celebrating what truly matters.
(now lets see if Norway kicks Paraguays ass tomorrow and if France pretends it is civilized today)
Robin Lipinski 