Stuff and Nonsense

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I dare yas even once.

That which is declared is not always true. Got a call from a really friendly boy. Said he was gonna git me free interest for the rest of my life. And I thot well, it is about time and he had me strung along until he asked for Our password. N I thought you little punk. If I was where you are now you would have a few less teeth. No question, I do not care how big or small the being is an urchin of mind. and
a coward and cowards do not fight too good they be always hedging his bets and a crisp clear uppercut was all it took for a little peace and silence. Unusual in a spirit possessed soul.
Fuck he sounded like all kinds of people in a back ground he has computer access to Master Card n Visa's terminals he could read what Our balance was but he could not access Our password. And that and only that was what he was after and when he found there was nothing to steal he let me go quick.

People who create no value for their fellows must then steal from their betters and something happens to a soul that does this whereby he believes himself to be unworthy of pleasant company. A lawyer told Us this as he pleaded Our case. He went and lied for Us in court and I got quite a hoot at his conto0rtions of logic but as long as we went along with his suggest we won. Ie: the Truth was perverted. And it felt good but that is because I knew We really committed no crime. And that the dim view of ignorant fellows never really inspired Us to action. I am no saint I have played in the fields to where you now belong. We could see if We continued to lie, have no understanding of my nature it would cost me myself. I could see where I began to believe my own lies. To continue to do.

So, We have spoken True things most of the time since. One of Our lies was to a prison guard and I just could not let it rest and so I went and told him of Our lie to him the previous day and offered Our apology, and he made no fuss and forgave me.

This is the real result of most of thy crimes. The fear you linger in is a rapacious boogeyman. People already know. And it is an act of completion for thee, my children. Every thought thee hast empowered is your responsibility to fx.

We did seek no gain. Not balanced with value. I think We can say this. In all of Our business dealings
We never did cheat one being. OK not true one individual We did cost about seven thousand dollars.
He was a userer.
He has since died and so We gave to girls who claimed they felt hunger for food. The person who bought the business was in want of Our funds but why when he be doing the same thing and getting by. And hope Our debt to this individual is balanced by Our gifts unto others. That is a benefit I did not own. We have excised that sufficient for any life form. Now if I was a world and I got to have a King like that, I think I would be hard pressed to find an excuse to refuse him.
Think of this: People who hate me are listening real clear, every single one even the upstairs nigger.
We sit n hold hands. Our computer is compromised in total.
Not a thing We do is not observed. Not only that after a good nine ten years of constant perusal by Our very attentive cognition flow and both God and I feel that not having one single fantasy of sucking off or having sex with one little boy or little during the entire course of Our life until perhaps a month ago when We thot well what would that be like for the first time in sixty-eight years? even still. I might just try one on tonight. in spite of being offered same on multiple occasions not once did We ever even think of gleaning my own sexual relief at any beings expense, even Larua from Barcellona was kind of tipsy. OK she did have something to drink if she had met me the next afternoon I would have given her, her week. But she did not show. And I realized she was upto something I would never know. If it was really me she would have hoped We be there, I told her I could not today but I will be here same time tomorrow, and We was. N I kind a knew that was a serindipitous moment.


Capice?

Jimmy n mister swish motha fuckas? A little harder when people be not underneath thy stinky litttle thumbs. Let's go and beat on some inmates for sex relief and fun?Hope someone says something. That Cushing boy is a tasty little morsel? I promised the men I served time with They, will never be forgot. Institutional, living is offered by those whose sexual proclivities be so ill in their look that are hid under mounds of scintillate and bones. And other excuses and stories.  

And now they be not.

B  Cush Rex: 02