OptoGypsy
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Hello I am malla, a student of the millennial class, with my game being SINoAlice. I recently woke up from a concussion, back in High School I was a journalist, a detective, and helped create inorganic life such as the homunculus, by having copper, iron and zinc in my blood. I recently woke up from a concussion. As a journalist, I am lunar, and made sure that the people behind three guys, one hammer were caught back in High School, you may find me in the datebooks by looking up Dota from the Beyond group. A specialist of Despair, I am twenty six years old, I also made sure the philosopher was caught, the man behind the idea of discovering the spirit by having sex and murdering people with the wet wish of becoming the ANTICHRIST in order to see the Devil, and other atrocities was discovered and caught. I also thought an indigenous people to make batteries by teaching them to make batteries through the power of the sun in order for them to play Gameboy, that I had with me, thank you, this was back in middle school. You're welcome.
I'm starting to think that I may be an ISTP or INTJ, 2w3, any help with changing the name of the icon will be helpful, starting with the music, the first two is under the pseudo name of Gamora and were created back in High School. There may be a movie made about my life.
Серёжа Местный - Дети - YouTube
Сережа Местный - яд - YouTube
The second pseudo name is Lil Happy Lil Sad, a girlfriend had survived cancer at this time:
Lil Happy Lil Sad - All lies Lyrics
- YouTube
lil happy lil sad - drown - YouTube
lil happy lil sad | only u (LYRICS) - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6_6FuHR_60
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEmyOnyM7Xs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJGbr9UJPqc
now on to the book:
I of course decided to share fragments.
My flesh is boredom and lazy.
My spirit chooses to live a life
Life is an absurd dram, the absurdity of the surrealism of the subconscious life.
Do not play more, instead believe.
I am sick and tired of people living in virtual land
With their heads in cyber or the subjectivity of virtualism
I chose a realistic approach to life.
When I was young, I wanted to die a martyr, a saint of time. A trickster, the type to choose Christ and a Godly above life, above my knees even though I got 3ish GPA, and hacking the education board system as well as the SAT. Jesus Christ I need help, I need healing, Jesus I thank you for all that you have done. I am sorry for taking school as a joke and not trying to let an apple fall on my head as a cannonball circulates the earth to a gravitational pull. I wanted to be a great and towards the navy due to wanting to service the country, but instead than you as I am now an IT engineer. Help me to stop seeking out attention and a need for salvation, but instead allow me to take accountability for my actions through grace by taking my innocent Tale of Tales wolf costume off and recovering the lamb that I slaid -> Panda. I resume listening to Desiigner-Panda, allow me to choose you above all else instead of the sociopathic delusion of swallowing a cloud (spirit) and becoming an Air Head (candy commercial of the 1990’s.) Floating and drifting away. Into the sky as a homunculus prances and laughs. Allow me to choose grace in you.
On Brainiac:
For anyone that is concerned, I am David I will like to do something in serving the Lord, anything at all. I am not a fan of rules, rules n general makes me feel like I am suffering and confused. I am concerned that I will to pay doubly my friend in fear of looney to be adventurous, or simply to become the town drunk. I would have mire than anything, not to feel pitied or that I need help. I am overly quiet and independent. I like to make a good time ad call of the time I enjoy early lift alone to think and write. My wisdom is Moscow. I am turned of reveal this information alongside the information of the superhighway in the stream of consciousness that is the internet, well I am tired. I feel like an Dostoevskyan Underground man and I am afraid of being a porno mate, in what seems like a deterministic world view. I remember arguing in a party that free will is obsolete and trivial, the woman next to me saying you forget about dystopia, so I said I’ll show you a dystopia and got them all to orgy. The neurological emblems fire in scattered, unpredictable, random order. Instead of creating a legalistic coherent neurological icon there is a game of game theory.
I don’t feel typical emotions like jealousy, I’m a little happy, a little sad just like a seahorse. A product of time that committed suicide. The boy jumping into the cold pool only to drown his tears away, High rare is fine, truly, truly people have either overdosed and not come back, or died in other ways. Save through the death of sex in others from cancer, but all I see in the metaphysical séance are floating skeletons in laxing, itself feels like a tesla coil that needs to get a life. I need, I must, caress time in the gears of the machine seeing not to get rusty. It all seems like a mirage, an empty, early promise. There is life tough. From the remembrance of the gospel, hope will live on in our imagination. The cartesian Dialects of Pandora’s box will not overcome, try to make a fruit out of nothing and you cannot, making one out of a hookah pen, and the question is asked, “who are you?†I’m to be found in the person of Christ. In the tenants of Christianity. The ghost of matter being the radius of nature, the power of the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the prayer. I do not seek complexity, and do not know how to shore this in simpler terms. The blue balloon might float with a gap in the atmosphere and flip in te fog warmth of absurdity, either way we are on the light of eternity. The eternal is real and it can be felt in the thermodynamics of heat. In the timeless I am against all arrows arguments and persons that are a loopy de loop of ad infinite or are a jawbreaker in mental faculties.
A is B, B is C, therefore A is C.
“you can try to eat a jawbreaker, bite into in, but in all seriousness, there are no issues with calculated to anchor you. Just don’t become a hamster on a hamster wheel.â€
On Freedom:
Freedom is the Ukrainian sky, sneaking about in extradentary ways, to checking your heart pulse, as if the bad circle, you, or jumping into perspective to gid and jumping up and running game something pinched, on the biblical humor of the childish. Of childhood, tripping or recovering whole chasing a butterfly with a red canary toy tipping on your finger contemplating on the concept of still fate. Longing to be a romantic, a Diogenes, away in my shadow. The blissful winter building abominable snowmen and creating snow angels, realizing that God is there in the iconoclastic moments. The childhood nature of the inner child makes of song, shoot the devil in the back of the head Abraham Lincoln. Death to the Devil through Abraham!
In all seriousness in a world of colorful devils in the light of Christ, mine being the whistling devil. This is childhood bliss, the bane of the old grandma using stories to teach children morals. The safe haven of the freedom fighter, choosing freedom over to being on chains, the on chain breaking out, unclothing the guard, running away to join his wife in the park, slapped with a popsicle for showing her his tongue. Freedom is found in the little moments, this of course is parody, as illy thing with truth in it, I enjoy being playful instead of turning everything into a serious moment.
Jump the gun (a philosophy I created as a teenager, meaning jump the conclusion) shoves bugs bunny’s face into rabbit stew making him into grumpy the bear which the care bear then goes on to throw lightening bulbs. In the same cortex Hunter S Thompson spoofs a black spider making it into a snake with Catherine the great stepping on it with her high heel, “just you wait demon, snake, I’ll squish you to death.â€
Have we evolved or have demons been nothing than the product of hallucinations? Away with you demon in the name of Jesus. There are n demons when there is Godly clean over of the room. I choose Jesus Christ over to paranoia, angst of the outcast. What are We doing, we need the police, as the two men get ready for a boxing match while high on acid?
How Jesus Christ can save me?
“Lord please hide the nicotine, oh Jesus Christ how I need youâ€
In a world where there doesn’t seem to be a real atheist since we all question, except for the troll that sperms himself while watching a dog take a shit on a doll only to become chucky the doll, the end of the troll. This man has so much sexual lust tat he is found to make fun of everything and anything. Even Behemoth, the cat peeing inside of a headless, laughing skull shows that not everyone can be saved. Want a scarecrow out of the first hockey puck, to be shoot into the goal, and out of the seasons warped reality, scoring it into the goal as Barney the dinosaur, flips of the children in a moralistic conundrum. The world brings tears to the of the evergreen, with the man shooting himself in front of a church of the warped, psychotic, delirium of the pastor. We will not die from fear, we will not be terrorized, we will choose Christ over to debasement and defilement spiritual ecstasy from masochism leads to sadism. No God’s not dead, and will never be dead. My atheism and view of nature was that of shooting myself after discovering that my significant other cheated on me with multiple weasels as I chased her into the after-life from the throne of life, only to discover that she went to Heaven and I into the purgatorial woods, pretending to shoot myself as I didn’t checkmate her only for her to be sent to Hell and applying her sexual prowess with the principalities.. I was once a specialist of despair.
How do we choose Christ in a world where there is a future for a nihilist one that is more bound than in the soviet times, hell here is how, no matter how many times we spit on Christ he will never lose his light, he will never lose the shine of relativity, as he is the highest pinnacle of beauty? In a mad world I choose Jesus Christ. Pavlov’s German Shepherds’ that treated him as a God being hanged at church doesn’t prove God unfaithful, only in the eyes of a child it does, as the child later goes on to carry a dead dog to the church in Twainian school yard atheism almost giving the Grandma a heart attack. The Holy Spirit will reign and wash away your rears and lift you up from darkness, no reason to fear, terror will no win, in this war of religion. Jesus Christ is the Light, Revelation 22: 1-5: Then the angel showed me the river of water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the lam through the middle of the street city; also, on, either side of the river, the tree of life, withs its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever. I choose sanity in Christ; in a world of conglomeration the question has to be asked what is a true Depeche and what is Moral.
God
Depeche |----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| Moral
Devil
Choose a side or choose to be mora, do not suffocate in cluelessness. Satirical perspective on moral dilemmas, giving someone sugar and having them rub it on the gum, say its cocaine, start talking slowly to them and see if they call the cops, or use M and M’s and pretend it is Molly, at the church rehab with a model, make sure there is a sauna, as the crush goes makes sure that the person being crushed on has eaten fudge and pretend it is crap on the mouth, in the sauna pretend to take off your clothes with one more woman and to about to have sex, watch the lover run out with the dilemma of left, wanting to join in the girl to girl action, right say that guy, or straight fall on the ground, roll and laugh as if the Biblical Sara, the guy with the fudge is the one who created the moral dilemma, watch as all laugh hysterically, at the idea of the cops being called due to supposed defilement of the Church.
Everyone is lovely, although they may be subconsciously worshipping the principalities of darkness. Science is awesome, tech is awesome, imagination is awesome, the future is awesome, fear is not. If you have fear in you as I did choose Christ. I had fear because I went to a party, took psychedelics, went into a bad trip and saw the devil staring back at me in the mirror, asking him, “why are you wearing a Devil suit?†Being asked back, “why are you wearing a human suit,†angst from being a virgin! We must realize this so why choose Chris if we’re out of religious persecution, the dealing of a manikin that can talk?
We choose Christ because he saves us from death. The gentleman says after entering into VIP,†Leonid Andreyev is paying, he is immortal,†and the waitress responds back by saying “Andreyev is dead, puff up the cash or begone before I cross you.†In a world where God seems to play with dice, we must realize there is freedom in the resurrection of Christ. I choose freedom; therefore, I choose Christ, it is simply a choice. I choose to be Christian, and live with a good moral fiber. I choose to be Christian, because God died on the cross for me and resurrected on the third day.
As I vent out existential angst by shooting the Wild Imagination spray painted on my wall “oui.†Always on my feet, do not succumb to hatred, I love wild imagination.
It is as simple as the betrayal of relativist by Apostle Peter and I question, freedom in discipline. Do not be a Judah betraying Jesus with a cold kiss and then hanging himself, if anything chose to be like Peter who acted in the wrong but was at least positivistic for repentance. “So, when they went back to shore Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, do you love me more than these?†He said to him, “yes, Lord almighty God, you know that I love you.†He said to him, “feed my lambs.†He said to him again a second time, “Simon, do you love me?†He said to him, “yes Lord you know that I love you.†He said to him, “tend my sheep.†He said a third time, “Simon, do you love me?†And he said to him, “Lord, you know all things you know that I love youâ€, Jesus said to him, “feed my sheep.†Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger you girded yourself and where you wished, but when you grown old, you will watch out yourself, and another will you and carry you, where you do not wish to go.†This he spoke, signifying, who, then glorify the world of God. And when he spoke, he said to him, “follow me.â€
Do not become another statistic of lust, go straight up.
If you die and go to heaven and meet someone from early childhood and they ask, “what did you do for Christ; the truth.†Would you be too embarrassed to answer? Do not waster your life away. Christianity isn’t as simple as learning a bunch of penalties and then using the blood gained from eating a bunch of pennies to create inorganic life, it is about keeping yourself pure from the debased, no more playing at God and instead choose Truth. There is a God and be thankful that it is a choice and that you’re not being baptized in the blood of the cherubim, but in living water. As a couple has sex in the woods next to Baptism, or a teenager contemplating making the news by blowing out their brains after being baptized and almost doing it after baptism, the prophetic dreams of the harmonizing up and another about showing and making the headlines after all this isn’t the time of Corinth. We live in a rational, moral, time were sin is done in secret so do not become a pharisee or an unforgiving philistine. I choose to be a moral, rational, Christian for Gods kingdom. I choose love not suffering. We can know Christianity by what it’s not. Let’s make memories at bonfires, moonlight walks on the beat, and fellowship. Let’s build a relationship with Christ. To get me to stop just say “just stop it.†Being playful in one another’s company instead of trying to be complexes or creating complexes. I choose life in love, Christ. As he will allow me to follow my thoughts where they may lead me t ad choose my essence it is a choice to be a true Christian without an agenda or complexes, I choose Christ. The Radiance of fire, the cool of rain.
Why I am a Christian?
This one will be more serious, this will be difficult, as I am trained in comedy- although I may not be funny. I try to be witty. I have decided to stop playing at faith, I choose faith, to be a child of God because I get and understand the beauty, of worship, orchestra, band, guitar/strings, piano. From what I understand I’m a quite voice that had a hunt for biblical discussions. I choose life, existence, life essence existence, existence being the computer, the mind being a memory card in the bigger picture this Is understood through the eyes of the universal music, sending you emotions through your kinesthetic body through physical sensation. The spinal core the reflective neurons as you look into the beautiful couple under the moonlight and projecting yourself into the states. The neutral evolution-memory-realizing we are the products of ideas in our environment but what utilitarian idea gives us to playfulness of the delights fond is the mushroom hunt, or in the hunt for self in the inner self deciphering their mirroring neurons, as if they are thinking their tongues out; people watching Oh blissful nature, 1,2,3 God beat the timer or simply pass Go and collect $200 dollar in this monopolistic world. V for peace, choose life, as the old philosopher bemocked and confused into a 576-page book and comes to the idea that if a lion spoke to him in human language, he wouldn’t understand him I choose Christ because it is my priority. Rudolph became a cannibal because he wasn’t allowed to monopolize in the schoolyard.
Courage:
1. No pogodi was a satirical poke of soviet times in the USSR by an atheist
2. Master and Margarita was a satirical poke that couldn’t be published at its time
3. Zabolotsky: Was persecuted and separated from daughter due to not agreeing with the soviet school board.
Rather behind bars or in the natural habitat: the elephant paints the picture of its bars, the parrot of the dismay, the rats orthodox, the cat of wanting to eat the dog, as the woman pets the man’s head and has him fetch something. What is your mattress in gnostic turpitude, mine is Notre Dame, specifically shaking the bell of Notre Dame to awaken Christianity, so the question remains why am I a Christian? From black and white, to the landing of the mon, to the Ukrainian woods limbo to having reached the people, and the power of the moon (electricity) their guardian angel. The playful spirit of Christendom in a world of predators. The light flies opening up the path in the labyrinth otherwise known as the brain, the king tires to create New Jerusalem, build Rome in a day, by falling for all three temptations of Jesus Christ, the dollar bill sign; face of cash is the vanity of the golden touch, the emperor’s new clothes. I choose truth in the world of raining Benjamin’s. From creating inorganic life, to being one of the best Information Technology engineers out there to being gun powder, wanting to shoot down the angels not visited in the dream, in the fear of the desert. The bull selling its leg due to gambling off with the devil, snake eyes, and not being able to pay back its debt in collected souls. The leg becoming wooden and having its tongue cut out only for it to be sown back together. Let’s choose hard work, the honest life over to a life of smoking Cigars and gambling.
“Do not store your treasures in Earth but in heaven where it counts.†Otherwise you’ll be holding a gun due to suicidal ideation. The God complex is debased to the point of offering the debasement, as if you think there is cherubim in a closet and you call it Heaven and want to go to Hell. Well let me admit something, Dante was wrong. There isn’t such a thing as limbo/purgatory. Evening, the whole word for a leech only for her to prostitute herself and you those who murdered her all over again, Nietzsche, eternal recurrence, do not choose a life of banality, kitsch, but one of truth seeking, having the right motive without pretense. Choosing life over to foolishness. There is no reason for adultery and to drain your tears away. Toward away and to drown for firewood. The beauty of life is found in simplicity of eating cereal, putting out a caramel, mocha coffee for a loved one. Let’s make coffee together and understand the soul. There is a spirit, choose a wise spirit and you’ll avoid the satanic verse. I choose life in Christianity, and the black spider of the 1980’s ocean side that found her brother. In Christianity, because of the simplicity of beauty, a beautiful life style in remembrance of the Gospel over the dancing flames of the bonfire. Drinking a cup of wine behind Bach and to the place of better understanding Christ sacrificed himself for the betterment of mankind. The simple proof that it cannot be disproved. I choose to be simple over the cool, only a seahorse can. The act of sobornost in the family under a Christmas tree as an angel beams at you, makes for up, reproduction.
A pseudo cupid did not shoot Adam and have man, but Eve or a seductress leading people away into worldly knowledge. I choose life, not the whore of Babylon, although the porn star was great, then she was saved. I will be praying for your heart to be saved miss. Stripper. I choose life. I choose the creativity of the imagination found in the truth of the Bible. I have a biblical lens and cannot be pardoned from it, after all you are filled with the Holy Spirit, there is no looking back, unlike Lot’s wife who became a pillar of salt, you become born again. If you do, then don’t be of the opinion in the context of Notre Dame. The vortex of time and space will not scare us, through the secret society oil, of brainwashing house groups through nanobots, nicknamed the oil of alabaster.
God in the multiverse, the past and future fold from a continuous progression into a single frame of the present.
Everything falls under one, everything is timeless, God is in control. I am a Christian because I no longer have to put my life into my own hands. Life is the present, a gift, God is the narrator of life. I’m a Christian because God has opened doors to us to celebrate. We cannot come into one body, icons – we focus not to have an agenda. I choose Christ because of the scene of the wedding of Canna. The woman will not be a coward, as a modern-day biblical Deborah tires off a mafia, neuters them and throws the objects into a honey bucket. In Jesus Christ there is life. The emoji spectrum of the rainbow, the beauty of Gods promises to Noah and the rest of mankind. Let’s not fall into the drunken turpitude of Lot or Noah’s kid but let’s clothe our nakedness. Sin is transparent and can be viewed. I choose discretion. An argument against atheism: the atheist is like the wolf on wall street that puts up his umbrella because kids are watering flowers over him, as the moral professor has a sniper pointing at the wolf on wall street. Argument for atheism: ASCII can create B/S, the most beautiful lines through algorithm, everything is algorithms.
I choose Christ because through him I see everything else, it is not being a clockwork orange, trying to be human. Machine gun blazing at the wolf on wall street. There is more to life than the worldly question of money. Choose mammon or God. I choose God over to choosing to commit the perfect crime, a bank heist in the tall order of the Dark Knights Joker. There is more to life than the topsy turvy nature of the tittle-tattle. Do not leant or wish your tic to be called one more month is peaceful. But in all honesty, I fear that I am an air head and that God is a Jaw breaker to be licked through, or a chocolate bunny, in all of the silliness I still choose Christ and to say no, no, no instead of his love. My love for truth and Christ began after I sat on a Black Santa’s lap, as a child, after the white Santa had a peter. What I am against most is classifications and generations in the is why. So, do you choose to love the idea of Christ. It starts with serving something greater than yourself and ends with the ultimate intimate immortality. I’m afraid of intimacy but Christ has opened the road to me. I choose Christ because he is all I know and want to know; I have studied multiple other religions. At one point, a Discordia, Gnostic, Shinto, Buddhist, of Stoic proportions. I only found truth in the Cross, as promising as the Elisa Wallan’s theory of consciousness is. I don’t want to feed into anything but pure understanding. I choose Christ because he helped me recover from the black to pill, in other words light of the snow of transfiguration through sanctification. I became a child of God’s love, an Amadeus.
I'm starting to think that I may be an ISTP or INTJ, 2w3, any help with changing the name of the icon will be helpful, starting with the music, the first two is under the pseudo name of Gamora and were created back in High School. There may be a movie made about my life.
Серёжа Местный - Дети - YouTube
Сережа Местный - яд - YouTube
The second pseudo name is Lil Happy Lil Sad, a girlfriend had survived cancer at this time:
Lil Happy Lil Sad - All lies Lyrics
- YouTubelil happy lil sad - drown - YouTube
lil happy lil sad | only u (LYRICS) - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6_6FuHR_60
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEmyOnyM7Xs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJGbr9UJPqc
now on to the book:
I of course decided to share fragments.
My flesh is boredom and lazy.
My spirit chooses to live a life
Life is an absurd dram, the absurdity of the surrealism of the subconscious life.
Do not play more, instead believe.
I am sick and tired of people living in virtual land
With their heads in cyber or the subjectivity of virtualism
I chose a realistic approach to life.
When I was young, I wanted to die a martyr, a saint of time. A trickster, the type to choose Christ and a Godly above life, above my knees even though I got 3ish GPA, and hacking the education board system as well as the SAT. Jesus Christ I need help, I need healing, Jesus I thank you for all that you have done. I am sorry for taking school as a joke and not trying to let an apple fall on my head as a cannonball circulates the earth to a gravitational pull. I wanted to be a great and towards the navy due to wanting to service the country, but instead than you as I am now an IT engineer. Help me to stop seeking out attention and a need for salvation, but instead allow me to take accountability for my actions through grace by taking my innocent Tale of Tales wolf costume off and recovering the lamb that I slaid -> Panda. I resume listening to Desiigner-Panda, allow me to choose you above all else instead of the sociopathic delusion of swallowing a cloud (spirit) and becoming an Air Head (candy commercial of the 1990’s.) Floating and drifting away. Into the sky as a homunculus prances and laughs. Allow me to choose grace in you.
On Brainiac:
For anyone that is concerned, I am David I will like to do something in serving the Lord, anything at all. I am not a fan of rules, rules n general makes me feel like I am suffering and confused. I am concerned that I will to pay doubly my friend in fear of looney to be adventurous, or simply to become the town drunk. I would have mire than anything, not to feel pitied or that I need help. I am overly quiet and independent. I like to make a good time ad call of the time I enjoy early lift alone to think and write. My wisdom is Moscow. I am turned of reveal this information alongside the information of the superhighway in the stream of consciousness that is the internet, well I am tired. I feel like an Dostoevskyan Underground man and I am afraid of being a porno mate, in what seems like a deterministic world view. I remember arguing in a party that free will is obsolete and trivial, the woman next to me saying you forget about dystopia, so I said I’ll show you a dystopia and got them all to orgy. The neurological emblems fire in scattered, unpredictable, random order. Instead of creating a legalistic coherent neurological icon there is a game of game theory.
I don’t feel typical emotions like jealousy, I’m a little happy, a little sad just like a seahorse. A product of time that committed suicide. The boy jumping into the cold pool only to drown his tears away, High rare is fine, truly, truly people have either overdosed and not come back, or died in other ways. Save through the death of sex in others from cancer, but all I see in the metaphysical séance are floating skeletons in laxing, itself feels like a tesla coil that needs to get a life. I need, I must, caress time in the gears of the machine seeing not to get rusty. It all seems like a mirage, an empty, early promise. There is life tough. From the remembrance of the gospel, hope will live on in our imagination. The cartesian Dialects of Pandora’s box will not overcome, try to make a fruit out of nothing and you cannot, making one out of a hookah pen, and the question is asked, “who are you?†I’m to be found in the person of Christ. In the tenants of Christianity. The ghost of matter being the radius of nature, the power of the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the prayer. I do not seek complexity, and do not know how to shore this in simpler terms. The blue balloon might float with a gap in the atmosphere and flip in te fog warmth of absurdity, either way we are on the light of eternity. The eternal is real and it can be felt in the thermodynamics of heat. In the timeless I am against all arrows arguments and persons that are a loopy de loop of ad infinite or are a jawbreaker in mental faculties.
A is B, B is C, therefore A is C.
“you can try to eat a jawbreaker, bite into in, but in all seriousness, there are no issues with calculated to anchor you. Just don’t become a hamster on a hamster wheel.â€
On Freedom:
Freedom is the Ukrainian sky, sneaking about in extradentary ways, to checking your heart pulse, as if the bad circle, you, or jumping into perspective to gid and jumping up and running game something pinched, on the biblical humor of the childish. Of childhood, tripping or recovering whole chasing a butterfly with a red canary toy tipping on your finger contemplating on the concept of still fate. Longing to be a romantic, a Diogenes, away in my shadow. The blissful winter building abominable snowmen and creating snow angels, realizing that God is there in the iconoclastic moments. The childhood nature of the inner child makes of song, shoot the devil in the back of the head Abraham Lincoln. Death to the Devil through Abraham!
In all seriousness in a world of colorful devils in the light of Christ, mine being the whistling devil. This is childhood bliss, the bane of the old grandma using stories to teach children morals. The safe haven of the freedom fighter, choosing freedom over to being on chains, the on chain breaking out, unclothing the guard, running away to join his wife in the park, slapped with a popsicle for showing her his tongue. Freedom is found in the little moments, this of course is parody, as illy thing with truth in it, I enjoy being playful instead of turning everything into a serious moment.
Jump the gun (a philosophy I created as a teenager, meaning jump the conclusion) shoves bugs bunny’s face into rabbit stew making him into grumpy the bear which the care bear then goes on to throw lightening bulbs. In the same cortex Hunter S Thompson spoofs a black spider making it into a snake with Catherine the great stepping on it with her high heel, “just you wait demon, snake, I’ll squish you to death.â€
Have we evolved or have demons been nothing than the product of hallucinations? Away with you demon in the name of Jesus. There are n demons when there is Godly clean over of the room. I choose Jesus Christ over to paranoia, angst of the outcast. What are We doing, we need the police, as the two men get ready for a boxing match while high on acid?
How Jesus Christ can save me?
“Lord please hide the nicotine, oh Jesus Christ how I need youâ€
In a world where there doesn’t seem to be a real atheist since we all question, except for the troll that sperms himself while watching a dog take a shit on a doll only to become chucky the doll, the end of the troll. This man has so much sexual lust tat he is found to make fun of everything and anything. Even Behemoth, the cat peeing inside of a headless, laughing skull shows that not everyone can be saved. Want a scarecrow out of the first hockey puck, to be shoot into the goal, and out of the seasons warped reality, scoring it into the goal as Barney the dinosaur, flips of the children in a moralistic conundrum. The world brings tears to the of the evergreen, with the man shooting himself in front of a church of the warped, psychotic, delirium of the pastor. We will not die from fear, we will not be terrorized, we will choose Christ over to debasement and defilement spiritual ecstasy from masochism leads to sadism. No God’s not dead, and will never be dead. My atheism and view of nature was that of shooting myself after discovering that my significant other cheated on me with multiple weasels as I chased her into the after-life from the throne of life, only to discover that she went to Heaven and I into the purgatorial woods, pretending to shoot myself as I didn’t checkmate her only for her to be sent to Hell and applying her sexual prowess with the principalities.. I was once a specialist of despair.
How do we choose Christ in a world where there is a future for a nihilist one that is more bound than in the soviet times, hell here is how, no matter how many times we spit on Christ he will never lose his light, he will never lose the shine of relativity, as he is the highest pinnacle of beauty? In a mad world I choose Jesus Christ. Pavlov’s German Shepherds’ that treated him as a God being hanged at church doesn’t prove God unfaithful, only in the eyes of a child it does, as the child later goes on to carry a dead dog to the church in Twainian school yard atheism almost giving the Grandma a heart attack. The Holy Spirit will reign and wash away your rears and lift you up from darkness, no reason to fear, terror will no win, in this war of religion. Jesus Christ is the Light, Revelation 22: 1-5: Then the angel showed me the river of water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the lam through the middle of the street city; also, on, either side of the river, the tree of life, withs its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever. I choose sanity in Christ; in a world of conglomeration the question has to be asked what is a true Depeche and what is Moral.
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Choose a side or choose to be mora, do not suffocate in cluelessness. Satirical perspective on moral dilemmas, giving someone sugar and having them rub it on the gum, say its cocaine, start talking slowly to them and see if they call the cops, or use M and M’s and pretend it is Molly, at the church rehab with a model, make sure there is a sauna, as the crush goes makes sure that the person being crushed on has eaten fudge and pretend it is crap on the mouth, in the sauna pretend to take off your clothes with one more woman and to about to have sex, watch the lover run out with the dilemma of left, wanting to join in the girl to girl action, right say that guy, or straight fall on the ground, roll and laugh as if the Biblical Sara, the guy with the fudge is the one who created the moral dilemma, watch as all laugh hysterically, at the idea of the cops being called due to supposed defilement of the Church.
Everyone is lovely, although they may be subconsciously worshipping the principalities of darkness. Science is awesome, tech is awesome, imagination is awesome, the future is awesome, fear is not. If you have fear in you as I did choose Christ. I had fear because I went to a party, took psychedelics, went into a bad trip and saw the devil staring back at me in the mirror, asking him, “why are you wearing a Devil suit?†Being asked back, “why are you wearing a human suit,†angst from being a virgin! We must realize this so why choose Chris if we’re out of religious persecution, the dealing of a manikin that can talk?
We choose Christ because he saves us from death. The gentleman says after entering into VIP,†Leonid Andreyev is paying, he is immortal,†and the waitress responds back by saying “Andreyev is dead, puff up the cash or begone before I cross you.†In a world where God seems to play with dice, we must realize there is freedom in the resurrection of Christ. I choose freedom; therefore, I choose Christ, it is simply a choice. I choose to be Christian, and live with a good moral fiber. I choose to be Christian, because God died on the cross for me and resurrected on the third day.
As I vent out existential angst by shooting the Wild Imagination spray painted on my wall “oui.†Always on my feet, do not succumb to hatred, I love wild imagination.
It is as simple as the betrayal of relativist by Apostle Peter and I question, freedom in discipline. Do not be a Judah betraying Jesus with a cold kiss and then hanging himself, if anything chose to be like Peter who acted in the wrong but was at least positivistic for repentance. “So, when they went back to shore Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, do you love me more than these?†He said to him, “yes, Lord almighty God, you know that I love you.†He said to him, “feed my lambs.†He said to him again a second time, “Simon, do you love me?†He said to him, “yes Lord you know that I love you.†He said to him, “tend my sheep.†He said a third time, “Simon, do you love me?†And he said to him, “Lord, you know all things you know that I love youâ€, Jesus said to him, “feed my sheep.†Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger you girded yourself and where you wished, but when you grown old, you will watch out yourself, and another will you and carry you, where you do not wish to go.†This he spoke, signifying, who, then glorify the world of God. And when he spoke, he said to him, “follow me.â€
Do not become another statistic of lust, go straight up.
If you die and go to heaven and meet someone from early childhood and they ask, “what did you do for Christ; the truth.†Would you be too embarrassed to answer? Do not waster your life away. Christianity isn’t as simple as learning a bunch of penalties and then using the blood gained from eating a bunch of pennies to create inorganic life, it is about keeping yourself pure from the debased, no more playing at God and instead choose Truth. There is a God and be thankful that it is a choice and that you’re not being baptized in the blood of the cherubim, but in living water. As a couple has sex in the woods next to Baptism, or a teenager contemplating making the news by blowing out their brains after being baptized and almost doing it after baptism, the prophetic dreams of the harmonizing up and another about showing and making the headlines after all this isn’t the time of Corinth. We live in a rational, moral, time were sin is done in secret so do not become a pharisee or an unforgiving philistine. I choose to be a moral, rational, Christian for Gods kingdom. I choose love not suffering. We can know Christianity by what it’s not. Let’s make memories at bonfires, moonlight walks on the beat, and fellowship. Let’s build a relationship with Christ. To get me to stop just say “just stop it.†Being playful in one another’s company instead of trying to be complexes or creating complexes. I choose life in love, Christ. As he will allow me to follow my thoughts where they may lead me t ad choose my essence it is a choice to be a true Christian without an agenda or complexes, I choose Christ. The Radiance of fire, the cool of rain.
Why I am a Christian?
This one will be more serious, this will be difficult, as I am trained in comedy- although I may not be funny. I try to be witty. I have decided to stop playing at faith, I choose faith, to be a child of God because I get and understand the beauty, of worship, orchestra, band, guitar/strings, piano. From what I understand I’m a quite voice that had a hunt for biblical discussions. I choose life, existence, life essence existence, existence being the computer, the mind being a memory card in the bigger picture this Is understood through the eyes of the universal music, sending you emotions through your kinesthetic body through physical sensation. The spinal core the reflective neurons as you look into the beautiful couple under the moonlight and projecting yourself into the states. The neutral evolution-memory-realizing we are the products of ideas in our environment but what utilitarian idea gives us to playfulness of the delights fond is the mushroom hunt, or in the hunt for self in the inner self deciphering their mirroring neurons, as if they are thinking their tongues out; people watching Oh blissful nature, 1,2,3 God beat the timer or simply pass Go and collect $200 dollar in this monopolistic world. V for peace, choose life, as the old philosopher bemocked and confused into a 576-page book and comes to the idea that if a lion spoke to him in human language, he wouldn’t understand him I choose Christ because it is my priority. Rudolph became a cannibal because he wasn’t allowed to monopolize in the schoolyard.
Courage:
1. No pogodi was a satirical poke of soviet times in the USSR by an atheist
2. Master and Margarita was a satirical poke that couldn’t be published at its time
3. Zabolotsky: Was persecuted and separated from daughter due to not agreeing with the soviet school board.
Rather behind bars or in the natural habitat: the elephant paints the picture of its bars, the parrot of the dismay, the rats orthodox, the cat of wanting to eat the dog, as the woman pets the man’s head and has him fetch something. What is your mattress in gnostic turpitude, mine is Notre Dame, specifically shaking the bell of Notre Dame to awaken Christianity, so the question remains why am I a Christian? From black and white, to the landing of the mon, to the Ukrainian woods limbo to having reached the people, and the power of the moon (electricity) their guardian angel. The playful spirit of Christendom in a world of predators. The light flies opening up the path in the labyrinth otherwise known as the brain, the king tires to create New Jerusalem, build Rome in a day, by falling for all three temptations of Jesus Christ, the dollar bill sign; face of cash is the vanity of the golden touch, the emperor’s new clothes. I choose truth in the world of raining Benjamin’s. From creating inorganic life, to being one of the best Information Technology engineers out there to being gun powder, wanting to shoot down the angels not visited in the dream, in the fear of the desert. The bull selling its leg due to gambling off with the devil, snake eyes, and not being able to pay back its debt in collected souls. The leg becoming wooden and having its tongue cut out only for it to be sown back together. Let’s choose hard work, the honest life over to a life of smoking Cigars and gambling.
“Do not store your treasures in Earth but in heaven where it counts.†Otherwise you’ll be holding a gun due to suicidal ideation. The God complex is debased to the point of offering the debasement, as if you think there is cherubim in a closet and you call it Heaven and want to go to Hell. Well let me admit something, Dante was wrong. There isn’t such a thing as limbo/purgatory. Evening, the whole word for a leech only for her to prostitute herself and you those who murdered her all over again, Nietzsche, eternal recurrence, do not choose a life of banality, kitsch, but one of truth seeking, having the right motive without pretense. Choosing life over to foolishness. There is no reason for adultery and to drain your tears away. Toward away and to drown for firewood. The beauty of life is found in simplicity of eating cereal, putting out a caramel, mocha coffee for a loved one. Let’s make coffee together and understand the soul. There is a spirit, choose a wise spirit and you’ll avoid the satanic verse. I choose life in Christianity, and the black spider of the 1980’s ocean side that found her brother. In Christianity, because of the simplicity of beauty, a beautiful life style in remembrance of the Gospel over the dancing flames of the bonfire. Drinking a cup of wine behind Bach and to the place of better understanding Christ sacrificed himself for the betterment of mankind. The simple proof that it cannot be disproved. I choose to be simple over the cool, only a seahorse can. The act of sobornost in the family under a Christmas tree as an angel beams at you, makes for up, reproduction.
A pseudo cupid did not shoot Adam and have man, but Eve or a seductress leading people away into worldly knowledge. I choose life, not the whore of Babylon, although the porn star was great, then she was saved. I will be praying for your heart to be saved miss. Stripper. I choose life. I choose the creativity of the imagination found in the truth of the Bible. I have a biblical lens and cannot be pardoned from it, after all you are filled with the Holy Spirit, there is no looking back, unlike Lot’s wife who became a pillar of salt, you become born again. If you do, then don’t be of the opinion in the context of Notre Dame. The vortex of time and space will not scare us, through the secret society oil, of brainwashing house groups through nanobots, nicknamed the oil of alabaster.
God in the multiverse, the past and future fold from a continuous progression into a single frame of the present.
Everything falls under one, everything is timeless, God is in control. I am a Christian because I no longer have to put my life into my own hands. Life is the present, a gift, God is the narrator of life. I’m a Christian because God has opened doors to us to celebrate. We cannot come into one body, icons – we focus not to have an agenda. I choose Christ because of the scene of the wedding of Canna. The woman will not be a coward, as a modern-day biblical Deborah tires off a mafia, neuters them and throws the objects into a honey bucket. In Jesus Christ there is life. The emoji spectrum of the rainbow, the beauty of Gods promises to Noah and the rest of mankind. Let’s not fall into the drunken turpitude of Lot or Noah’s kid but let’s clothe our nakedness. Sin is transparent and can be viewed. I choose discretion. An argument against atheism: the atheist is like the wolf on wall street that puts up his umbrella because kids are watering flowers over him, as the moral professor has a sniper pointing at the wolf on wall street. Argument for atheism: ASCII can create B/S, the most beautiful lines through algorithm, everything is algorithms.
I choose Christ because through him I see everything else, it is not being a clockwork orange, trying to be human. Machine gun blazing at the wolf on wall street. There is more to life than the worldly question of money. Choose mammon or God. I choose God over to choosing to commit the perfect crime, a bank heist in the tall order of the Dark Knights Joker. There is more to life than the topsy turvy nature of the tittle-tattle. Do not leant or wish your tic to be called one more month is peaceful. But in all honesty, I fear that I am an air head and that God is a Jaw breaker to be licked through, or a chocolate bunny, in all of the silliness I still choose Christ and to say no, no, no instead of his love. My love for truth and Christ began after I sat on a Black Santa’s lap, as a child, after the white Santa had a peter. What I am against most is classifications and generations in the is why. So, do you choose to love the idea of Christ. It starts with serving something greater than yourself and ends with the ultimate intimate immortality. I’m afraid of intimacy but Christ has opened the road to me. I choose Christ because he is all I know and want to know; I have studied multiple other religions. At one point, a Discordia, Gnostic, Shinto, Buddhist, of Stoic proportions. I only found truth in the Cross, as promising as the Elisa Wallan’s theory of consciousness is. I don’t want to feed into anything but pure understanding. I choose Christ because he helped me recover from the black to pill, in other words light of the snow of transfiguration through sanctification. I became a child of God’s love, an Amadeus.
