Some crimes are punished by The Divine in unexpectedly fabulous ways. 😮 For example, The O††erk¡jn k©⭕Ⓜ️🅱️¡i\!ŒÆD is expired, all contracts — note that I am using the Drow word “a_ll–” ‽ere — contracts are rescinded and/or null and/∅® \/∅🆔 & oar may №† be used in place of paddLμ-k¡n OR IN LIEU OF OR AS IN PLACE OF SELF OR SAME. (wew lad)
That's a lot to unpack here. (Standards rising sharply across the board in many, US Navy merchant Marine included &, many navies included, as there are many such cases; most noticably and of the most notable of any of the No Bull cases: The Ma`gμ`rrr® Navel Naval NΠ–lL∆ №vvμ VVet•Êī Nottμ (∅Ω®G0№†:Ë:).) That probably doesn't, didn't, and ain't gonna be ever said, #Officially, to say that things won't get a whole lot of the egg off the faces of some fairly few folk that have phμ>KŒ🆙 their personal property and familial lines of genomic and genetic expression for GENERATIONS 2: Ckü¡v¡, ⚡bumĒZ∆§∆🔦, or any of the lapels currently soaked right through the fabric weave VVe’ve allowed OΩR §elfs and ourselves to become accustomed to having slathered with the equivalent of funny mustard and honey mustered runny on top of every daily meal; which for far too long, has basically been pancakes á là car†μ with your choice of a springe of parsley or a fringe of minced kale garnished around one's plate AND WAGES.
Which have been paid in notes of saged roses and burnt wood in Styx and sticks in Tyme’s marriage to and into blood, by fiat only, to blood; for stirring up Native enmity with 🍁–!·s¡h syrup for Sir! 🆙s§!sss...
Personally, many little apparent unresolved bits I be knowing of about the whole goddam thing makes me sick to my stomach and saddened beyond words for everyone and especially my friend Wendy. Who most likely does NOT app-rēē-sēē-8 either parsley, sage, oregano, OR EVEN SO MUCH AS A DILL WEED VALUE-ADDED “bonus sprig” when it most glaringly (and it must be said: snidely insincere, Lēíg¡-h!||}—@) :•:
🌬️🕯️(This writing space intentionally (blan) blanx.) № cherry tomato. None?‽! How can it be “a garnish” without 🍅?! That simply violates every tenet of good common culinary sense, AND! WE! ALL! KNOW! īT !
Ewe lived (blank) L¡fE; eyes do not make it through to Valhalla without duly made payments to Death and Odin’s debts are owed to Owen 🌋 >K¡🆖 in strife. /mourn
That being said: War is >H<♀️ll. Final W♂️r can be no different. And if ever any One were to ask why anyone had to make decisions harder in ways that, looking back, seemed to have been easy ones to make, let me assure you: there was absolutely NOTHING about ANYTHING in the last ~FIVE (ïVï) YEARS (¡Ⓜ️¡) that was “E•Z” at all, @∆_l_l_!
Some crimes are punished by The Divine in ways that are swift, brutal, certain, and sure to be remembered throughout Eternity as the fateful outcome(s) of willful disobedience to The Will of THE_LORD that they in fact absolutely, UNFATHOMABLY `®`rrrr.
Yet some other manifestations of The Holy Wrath Of A Just &AND MERCIful God, f∞l: G∅D. GOD WINS, FOOL.. and it would be the estimation of a great and grand fool indeed to be that any of the guilty might be, have been, or are getting “away with” any of their heinous and despicably loathsome and inexplicably vile and disgusting acts of filth, pathetic perversion, and, once more, this time with an abundance of abscesses of reprobative feeling: UNFATHOMABLY VISCOUS AND BEATING THE BRICKS DOWN THE PATH LEADING TO HELL AND A NEW NADIR OF PUKE-WORTHY, ROCKY ROCK:Ē, WHORE OR *riff* ¡<—cK‽ putrid intents ⛺intense⛺Lee🏕️ intending to 🎪🎪 tend to the profits that are and were to come of putting on🎪a big show of hands 🛖 covered in blood, as well as īVīÛdD. Get the picture. I know you did... but dœ evve naovv? How about meow? N.E. Juan? Beulah? Has §🆔hé got ¡†? Do I have my orb? Where's my X-Box X? Do you salty crusty Clan Dough old fart fug kux know that those are NO LONGER EVEN MANUFACTURED ANY MORE? Does a murder horn👺ET NEED A WI⚡D∞‽ Me, Thunder do ¿Ⓜ️E‽? What in the name of The Living Christ did ÇOM 🅿️ŒΠ🅿️ΩLμ think (🧠) they were even do-🤯Î🆖‽?
I, for one, hope that I never, ever, have to find out; and am grateful to my lover, my maker, my creator, my Creator, and my God, my God ... what have they bought and what has been brought of WHAT THEY HAVE WROUGHT, THAT YE HAVE BROUGHT ME TO THIS, TO WRITE ALL THAT, IN ORDER TO WRIGHT ANYTHING THAT EVER WENT WRONG AT ALL?
Some crimes are punished by The Divine in ways that are so perfectly implemented that to anyone on the outside looking in it will not seem that any punishment has been handed out at all. Sound and fury, signifying nothing or any issuance of utterance at all, that nothing has changed, nothing has even happened, and no one appears to have suffered at all, let alone, in equal measure compared to those whose suffering still echoes down throughout history, and whose cries for Justice can be heard to reverberate with shrieking echoes forever in the hearts of any who were there and are here NOW, RIGHT NOW: HERE! IN FRONT OF THE CREATOR, FOR THE CREATOR, BY THE CREATION OF THE CREATOR, IN THE HOLY NAME OF THE CREATOR: God. I ASK THEE... what will be done, to both punish the wicked and protect the nascent naive, to assure us all, who came before and all those who are to come after; innocent embryos, still unborn in the womb, yet to draw in even a single breath containing the breadth of Adam’s final exhalations. How are we, &AND īheμ...
Ever to again know peace? (Hang on.)
* Jackstar gets high AF from merely spell checking My own §🅿️mllz now. VVord to μ👁️ür Ⓜ️🅾️Ⓜ️.
(⁴4 Eve.)
⭕, Grapef₹üīTï7;
Dear 🍇rπFrūīT⁷∆🅿️🆙—| T, 👁️🗨️💝🐑🌬️🌸;
Some crimes are punished by The Divine in unexpectedly fabulous ways. And when things are done correctly...
№¹1#1¹, but n∞ne, not any ¹†Πê, but Jesus Christ, who Saved all of Humanity with His own bl🩸🩸d VVill, w¡ll ever know that anything had ever even been ever dun at all.
SeⓂ️🅿️ER∅jFĪŒ_l♀️L¡s§ ••√🐲°°7♂️
∆dieu.
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Pull 🅿️ush it. Pμsh īT ræl güd. By that I mean to convey the notion that, if one would like, and if one liked what I have just written, in addition to sharing a link to this forum post, well then by all means: copy the posted text and spread it far and wide. For I, the posts’ author published under the name Jackstar, jafd, and Cliff Shaw, do not in any way participate in the profit sharing enjoyed by this website,
www.azzgab.co.za; I do not publish anywhere else online, for now; and this is because in the past, when I have attempted to publish anything I've written in multiple places, or to increase either its visibility or potential capacity for recompense in exchange for the expenditure of personal energy and promulgation of positive reciprocal energy for the time, the patience, the compassion of infinite understanding required to be in a position to ever even think these thoughts or to have the will to record them in a place of peace and harmony that is required for such philosophical work... well, while I certainly do the work, toiling at the emotional labor and expenditure of my heart’s beating and pumping to power the rough beast’s meatsuit I pilot while performing these linguistic and stunting feats of cunning verbosity, I am in no way
payed for doing so.
Unless one counts feelin’ gr∞vy as payment. For that, I certainly do feel; and while I might not ever be able to feed a baby or my bæ’s inner empty-‘Ness with an extraordinarily satisfying sense of gratifying satisfaction, I can say with reasonable certitude: given enough starlight and a shadowed place to stand in the shade of the Moon, I can be well-fed indeed by the exercise of my muscle in leveraging the weight of my words to move the mass of the entire World. With my MIND. MINE. MINE MIND, MINED.
THE MIND IS THE ONLY MUSCLE THAT CAN MOVE THE ENTIRE WORLD;
&AND, IN FACT, IT IS THE ONLY MUSCLE THAT CAN EVER MOVE ANYTHING
OR, INDEED &ABD IN POINT OF FACT, ANY (¹) ONE ]1[ AT AĪĪL¡!¡..⁷ī\∞7
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