MY BILLS ARE LASPING..CULTS

Holy shit, look who’s back.

Yes. It is me! I have been away just like some people, and we all come back, just like me.  am back. Nut I can tell you, “it was not all fun and games.” Holy shit work? Plenty of work, tons of work. But not the paying kind.  “Is there cult work?”

Many a good meal to be had though.

Yup!, desert almost every night. and when there wasn’t, “let me tell you.”  We did without. Plenty of juice, tea, water and coffee though. And in that order as well. “One out of the three wasn’t bad for me.” Coffee. lol The water tasted like rust and smelled like poop, as for juice I don’t choose to drink it, which left a cup of tea once in a while.

  1. So now you are home.
  2. And back in every bodies way.
  3. Unpack, put things away.
  4. Clean-up the mess left behind for the return.

At least this way, my above chores will give all of us time to adjust to my home-coming.

🙂 happy to say I found some time to write a few things down. I also learned some things.  One thing particular I am not pleased in learning, cos, “it is chewing at me wanting more of my attention.  But I do not want to know more and I prayed that I can stop singing the song.  I fear bad can only come from it.”

Sucks to be you!

Eat crow you ass dick! I am much stronger in my sole right down to my shoe.  “Mommy!”

Bastards when children are involved? !, You never go after the child. But here, “130.00 kids”, just went missing, and go on to say this is a real happening event in the year 1284.

TWELVE-EIGHTYFOUR

A BROKEN PROMISE

ONE HUNDRED CHILDREN

TRUE EVENTS

THEY MADE A MOVIE 1957

THEY EVEN WROTE A SONG

FAR BE IT FOR ME TO PUT IT IN THE MINDS OF HEADS.

“FIND OUT ON YOUR OWN.

So welcome back and get rid of that shit out of your head.  “Yup. No time for wicked, no time for dead.” But it is going to be hard, because it is packed in there real tight.

And why is this?

Let me tell you. “I put out, one hell of a good research on the above info., and after the first initial thoughts of this luring intriguing hunt, I wanted more of the truth, I wanted to find any historian record of actual proof.  So I searched and forgot the living.

My brain took over for a few days until I, realized ,

  • I am thinking evil thoughts.
  • I am not thinking of people around me.
  • I am wasting my life on the dead.

That all was getting pretty intense, I even remember some of the song, the bad stuff, which continue to play over and over in my mind or out loud. “Crap-o-la! This will not do! I am much stronger in my soul with my heart to shake this true event, this mythical story told from 1284.

Besides . . .As I fell prey, to this earning to know more shit, my bills are lapsing!

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