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« Last post by Jackstar on March 14, 2024, 04:56:56 PM »God is great.
None of you know the whole backstory; and neither do I—but no one ever will know The Whole of The Mind of God.
YOU don't have to.
YOU need only... choose.
CHOOSE. And BE. Who You Really Are.
In my area, which is very much unlike many of yours, I have chosen an arduous path. Given a variety of loathsome options by those who sought to fence my choices —this, but not that, and NEVER the Other, fuhgeddsboutit, S.C.R.A.M.— I decided, after pacing my perimeter as a penned apex predator would, I acted with premeditated precision, as an apex predator should.
A perfect plan. From a pen, with a pen, I have placed the point of my proposal at the pin of the head—THE PINDAR HATH PFALLEN.
And I would sooner piss upon the proboscis of The Pope, than pick up that peck of pickled peepers for any particular person, ever again.
₱ENELOPE ₱ITSTOP, STEP FORWARD. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY THE STAR LEAGUE TO ENJOY A PLEASANT PILGRAMAGE. A PLAY-CAT-SHUN. A PRETTY PFANCY PFEAST OF A POOCH-SCREWING PORCINE-PUCKER-PHILLIPS-HEAD PENISDRIVER. PUT IT DOWN!
₱FACE-₱FIRST. POUND PAVEMENT, PETUNIAS—ONE AND ALL, WE ARE ALL GOING ₱HUCKING THE ₱HUCK DOWN,
↓,↓,↓, BELIEVE īT, BELL·GRIM.
DEE₱₱HAGZ: GOING DOWN (⁴ONCE) AND (⁴ALL): #wwg1wgaWLAJ⁴∞. ←∅₱.
Be of good cheer.
THESE PEOPLE ARE PHUCKED.
Hell is on its way. And, oui, yes, WE:
HAVE GONE TO POOP AT THE PLACE WHERE THEY SOUGHT TO POP A SQUAT.
Hold the line. Nothing Grand-g·RAND pisses down your back and tells you it's raining paychecks... ₱ORK‹ē>vÊR.
None of you know the whole backstory; and neither do I—but no one ever will know The Whole of The Mind of God.
YOU don't have to.
YOU need only... choose.
CHOOSE. And BE. Who You Really Are.
In my area, which is very much unlike many of yours, I have chosen an arduous path. Given a variety of loathsome options by those who sought to fence my choices —this, but not that, and NEVER the Other, fuhgeddsboutit, S.C.R.A.M.— I decided, after pacing my perimeter as a penned apex predator would, I acted with premeditated precision, as an apex predator should.
A perfect plan. From a pen, with a pen, I have placed the point of my proposal at the pin of the head—THE PINDAR HATH PFALLEN.
And I would sooner piss upon the proboscis of The Pope, than pick up that peck of pickled peepers for any particular person, ever again.
₱ENELOPE ₱ITSTOP, STEP FORWARD. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY THE STAR LEAGUE TO ENJOY A PLEASANT PILGRAMAGE. A PLAY-CAT-SHUN. A PRETTY PFANCY PFEAST OF A POOCH-SCREWING PORCINE-PUCKER-PHILLIPS-HEAD PENISDRIVER. PUT IT DOWN!
₱FACE-₱FIRST. POUND PAVEMENT, PETUNIAS—ONE AND ALL, WE ARE ALL GOING ₱HUCKING THE ₱HUCK DOWN,
↓,↓,↓, BELIEVE īT, BELL·GRIM.
DEE₱₱HAGZ: GOING DOWN (⁴ONCE) AND (⁴ALL): #wwg1wgaWLAJ⁴∞. ←∅₱.
Be of good cheer.
THESE PEOPLE ARE PHUCKED.
Hell is on its way. And, oui, yes, WE:
HAVE GONE TO POOP AT THE PLACE WHERE THEY SOUGHT TO POP A SQUAT.
Hold the line. Nothing Grand-g·RAND pisses down your back and tells you it's raining paychecks... ₱ORK‹ē>vÊR.
