Bimboe jjoe n mr muffin be on a par. If CCP had any wit or wisdom they be true dangerous.
Sad them greedy little boys in a man's job, limp Little losers sneak a steal My kid's assets no matter how.
You have declared war on My planet Mr. Organ thief. There is lower n the Hilarity. I'll be hog tied. N then I took a look at the seven murders of My little kids before they had a chance to bloom. It do not get much more guilty n that in My universe n My GOD be insist on forgive Me actually tried a steal it.
How can I withhold My own forgiveness for any contrite heart?
How hunh?
And hence R now at war with your God-given King Mr Muffin Man.
I hope Your spies see this. Stand warned. Fuck with My kids' longer and My whole entire world
will descend upon You with zero mercy for any CCP member.
All kinds for My Ancestor blessing, Deep Rich with wisdom China Kids. No mannerless conquerors longer will succeed.
Thy King Has Spoken.
The CCP is but a bogus thief and knows it.
A pox a cancer seeking. to rob My kids of any noble inclination they was born with.
Well from 1983 for sure ask National Geographic spread on Nepal that year.
CCP was stealing goats n My kids' yurts n left him a canvas tent, n sold his Home to
his neighbors for spending money for a CCP: hero of the revolution
A revolution, My guy never heart tell O. That was master Muffin Man's True beginnings.
That is where All his postured wealth come from. Sick in its birth blessing not long to live
according to Metaphysical Law.
Not even Harvard dares teach, have lost all genuine understanding. N hence claim it be of no rich interest.
Unworthy of consideration like Prayer.
to insufferable empty platitudes of covert Vampire agreement called the democratic party in
My USA. Today Right now. As We speak.
She is bend double like a old sad lady n she once was thee very
sexiest girl in town. Every body agree n be healthy jealous sum.
She was a true North Star in My life, We navigated through the brambles n thorns of liars
colluding public opinions, though not voiced on Twitter no one has
the guts.
Sad for Her daddy a be watch her drown in her own self inflicted misery cuse too
proud a beg for mercy?
From a very soiled King born again that means utterly forgien by My God for My doings
I be ashamed. adoing n so wannted a keep secret n no body know what jerk i Am
N remembered anything I try a resist will persist. Metaphysical Law
101.
N one thing too I be, not holier n nobody n never said I was.
I AM just a guy in love with Your Mom. N see I remember hundreds of lights of adoration when We was back in the garden
n just coincidentally them be all flitting about as if out of the clouds too them be, coming and waiting
for Me. But science tells Me yas aall Come from One Mom.
N My holy bugs be now obedient sum. I will never kill one more bed bug as long as I live.
They came to bite Us n stayed to die n snuggle Us not one bite since We reminded them a Our deal.
Feed on no being of light. My mouse be friendly and do not poo nor pee in My place no more. OK poo for sure.
Can't really speak to the pee but I bet it is no too. Imsgine a rodent understand English and bed bugs too?
My Guardian ngel be cautioning Me a not speak this in public sum. They be lock You away. Talking abugs?
Their King? "Best keep some secrets My Lord."
N I thot them gonna need a swallow 7 brides for every girl-loving boy,
gonna need some practice in imagination stretching. I be figure but thanks for the Advice Gabrial, These are predictions
as yet left unfulfilled. A olde King with 200 very beauty girls radiant inside n out, been loving Him from
time out of mind. Too as He be love them, and need each and everyone in Him life and HIm
Pants. Mind?
N remember every seven years We gonna take stock and inventory of Our tangible results,
I dream o the day when all 7.7 billion King's Barf's be done and mailed unto Us.
N a two dollar consideration Making Our Kingship agreement legal in every domain
of livingness even inner earth We rule. The bugs be give Us Our Really beginning,
I crave a see if We can have everyOne a Her Majesty's kids back Home. All 7.7 Billion.
It Is a debt she figures I owe her. N she be mean enough to collect.
First even. I pray she can allow Us a elboroom tad?
N give Me suck her arm pits n knees.
Please She and Her sister Queens Are all I relly need n You need to
pay Me this two bucks so You never feel You owe Me my queens nor My God a thing,
for the gift of vivid spiritual living sum. I was gonna make it ten but Google object
Or someone who follows every word I write
Amazing this one survive the creative process, thank You whoever You are who came to bite Me n
too have stayed a snuggle sum.
And editing Us Nun no more. For this We are grateful. N no I never
was gonna really execute no one for Treason. Think o this: We forbade Don Trump from invading Iran.
He did listen then. Not so sure I be glad he did. I hate the smell a death. I know and understand it too is temporary
As Our High Queen amply displays. Both You n these bugs and them democrats capitulating unto us
Be the foundation well the beginnings of the footings underneath the foundation walls Of Our long Promised Castle as if from out o the clouds.
These sweet deep rich agreement glimmers promise a Joy Rare is the mortal
that has seen HER Light from the inside out. Is My destination. Wanna Come Sum away back to
Our Yoni Flower Garden n drink of her bee's nectar and the fruit of Her Heirloom orchards
And holy thighs.
Please choose to Come Home I be not allowed a force no one n do not wanna at all.
N I been aching for Your Mom and Her sister queens since she left Me after My son killed My other son
N she blames Me n My sin for it and vanished n I went berzerk ravaged n bullied n plundered every inch o the
Kingdom a did her bad service and mouth and deeper lies birthing the first hatred.
N She did not wanna be
found by Me. N has served Me all throughout the ages trying to put Humpty Dumpty
Together again.
She and some a her sister queens supported Me financially and every other way
as the Nazarene. My mud daddy made crucifixes for the Romans, what good could come from
My town be common wisdom at the time. Like politicians n fraud be holding hands n Kissin in secret
sum OK lots.
Shame on them. One way or another We be take it from them entire.
Well, ALL the stolen stuffs for sure. Have them voluntarily give it up, Or We pull the rug out from underneath
the entire farce. We have feelings yer friends like OK accomplices be encourage You a grow a honor bone
soon and fast some.
We will leave no little idols ruminating in the hills.
Zero tolerance for insistent stupidity, n continue a seek gain through the offices of lies, lying makes you
so stupid, You can not see the folks snigging behind yer back like
And cannot see the buffoon you have become.
We beg You Kids if Your King ever gets like that
shoot him some Dawn when it be convenient like. I will have lied Myself worthless again.
N no way no Royal folk be suffer the two-time loser jazz.
n forfeit the right to Rule but live also. It won't happen. I be puke at the thot o Myself, before it even begun.
N remember My own abortion horror. Knowing I make mistakes too. Expensive ones. I have zero Real moral authority
left.
N I always be ascaird a puke. Yet We authored the KingsBarf. Go figure.
Some People's Children. Sheesh.
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