Diane's Song

Johnny doesn't want the "cash"; Judy doesn't need the "fame".

I advise you to keep her, Lloyd. The last time I checked a similar situation, the guy walked off because someone "reasoned" with him, convincing him that she was still "careful". He walked off carefully, but she nonetheless was hurt, since she didn't know about what was really going on inside him either. It was over, however Diane likely has been told to stand apart from Time and go back, let Her go. But it's not that she has permanently erased and overwritten Her with parts you suspect to be from her "careful" father and the careless Sheila, she's only confused. Although she's been convinced she doesn't really love you, their influence over her is superficial. Keep believing that she's truly special, and you'll see that it takes a real hammer to get into her heart. Don't go cold, your power is still greater.

Don't sacrifice the right words; put your trust in the Truth and you'll see that you were meant to be among the greatest histories. Forget the Gas 'N' Sip and remember the 7-Eleven; the cinder in her eyes still burns. Sooner rather than later, she'll be reminded to walk in her own Shadow, because the Past has become the meaning of her great line and she knows there's no training net for her in the "future". She's too scared of it and, since her real job is to have no "fear", she can't keep trusting her father and dismissing the odd conversation for long. Like those guys, he doesn't really know anything about her; you do. The Master in the highest position is still in her coffee, holding up her and preventing Her from wearing off. As He planned it'll be, and in the Extraspace you'll be forever young.

Ding. ☪️

Dong. 🧸

Oil Can

Leo hates bacchanalian wine and he is the transcendental police.

He's headed to everywhere Grace is.

Friboy & Frigirl

Não gosto nem de pensar no quanto deve doer no bolso deles. A culpa da tragédia financeira deve ser de Adão e Eva, né? Na verdade, nem os "Cristãos" sabem dizer ao certo, porque, apesar de supostamente não crerem que o universo seja obra do chamado 'acaso', que é definido por alguns como algo não inteligente e perfeito, eles parecem ser seletivos no caos que creem ter surgido a partir do pecado. Ou seja, talvez Deus não seja tão perfeito assim, e dor e morte sejam parte da criação, excetuando a do "homem". Essa notícia causa neles uma certa preocupação, porque é um assunto que mexe com o churrasco de fim de semana da família tradicional, mas nada comparado às notícias da multiplicação dos friveados, afinal, no princípio "deus" criou friboi e frigirl. Como eu já comi o Cogumelo, eu desencanei; a suficiência no "romance" tradicional vai além d'Ela, e "tudo" que vai além é mentira.

A maioria acha normal esse tratamento aos animais, mas o mesmo acontece com pessoas sem que elas se deem conta. Você sabe do que eu estou falando, afinal, que "mulher" não está em busca de um único gado de R$10 milhões? Ela não tem Cabeça, nem ele, então geralmente ele aceita a proposta do que ela oferece em troca: o corpo. Mas não é só isso, às vezes também acontece de um cabeça de bagre jogar uma bomba na sua cabeça para tentar "dar um jeito" em outro cabeça de bagre, aí morrem você mais cem mil no frigorífico atômico. Lembrando também que, naquela época, os judeus provavelmente sentiram o mesmo pavor que os bois sentem por terem nascido bois.

Eu ainda sou da opinião de que os anjos não gostam deste lugar, enquanto os demônios adoram. E eu explico: a frieza é regra aqui, o calor é exceção. Minha natureza se tornou diabólica, divisiva, ao procurar abrir-me todo à Verdade e fechar-me completamente à falsidade; eu desisti de tentar desenvolver qualquer habilidade "social". Convenci-me de que minha capacidade natural só conduziria-me a "destinos", e todos eles de verdadeira derrota, não importando quão "grande" fosse o "sucesso" que eu encontrasse neles. Eu preferi reconhecer minha cegueira para ter a chance de enxergar o que Ele escondeu. E até aqui a Aventura valeu muito a pena.

They've Come To Freddy

Have no mercy for their vain "life", for they won't have any for yours; if they're "strong" enough to speak, they must be to hear as well. Their "past" is precious to them; they are proud of "all". There's not one soulless piece in their museum that Truth can convince them to forsake. Not even Netflix, which they probably have a much greater respect for, could. Too bad they don't mention my name; it'd make it easier for people really searching, not those passively waiting for anything to come to them, to know whom they are friends with. All they ever do is perform empty analogical searches, as if they could protect them, when it's very clear by means of what "light" their eye is trying to see. Their search can't purify them, but still they have "hope" that their "life" will go on. If I were them, I wouldn't trust any neet idle "Christian", I'd start thinking about hiring Stella's services.

To the "humbler" and less "ambitious" ones it's also the only one they've got to pursue the "dream". So, don't wait for them to return from the college war to see if they'll be back smarter and able to help you. If you can't believe any "more", you can't believe time will make them any better, since growth is the logical consequence of stably believing that one needs to risk "everything". That is, you cannot have Good for one night or one day, or even less, like one hour a day. In the real war the world can't see, we're casualties from the very beginning. They had not even decided to fight for anything and they were dead already. So, it's a cruel reality, but that's how things are in the system. If they're not wholeheartedly searching for and taking the Present, they're undoubtedly going to leave you behind for a "future" or even a bizarre "past". And they'll show no compassion.

The dentists to the trip exist, though.

You need Strength, not luck, to find them.

"Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth"

Her look spotting the small saying almost hidden there...

Which are they talking about?

The true 1 that is 0 in the sytem or the 1 that is really 0 Out there?

Screw "fame".

Digite 0 Que Você Procura

https://www.instagram.com/p/Ctq7hUosb1Y/

Bizarro.

É por isso que a instituição deles tá essa zona; a prioridade é exatamente essa: pão e "pão mágico". E o exercício físico também fica a seu critério: se é no aparelho de supino ou na cama.

Eu acho que exercício para glúteos eles não curtem, porque só tem bunda mole.

Cuidado para não morrer durante o exercício, porque não vai adiantar rezar para Ninguém ressuscitar a Maria Vazia ou ou o João de Nada. E também não adiantará rezar missa para ajudar a alma a sair do Purificatório no qual ela nunca esteve e não está.

A chance de desejá-lO e entrar é aqui. Morreu sem vender e sair do buraco de merda, é zombieland eterna.

Anyone Know A Fortress In LA?

It's hard to see me coming and predict my moves when you don't share the same Philosophy of only one Big thing you want to see grow inside. Only going further justifies going farther; there's no place on earth that's not a waste of time and money if it doesn't help you get Better. I go to places hoping to find a fortress and two bees, just like I look at my phone hoping to see itself talk to me. And as I search, the trick happens, all the Time... if you still haven't started your own training, that's why you still lack the skill to notice that all these texts you read here are a conversation.

The four figured it out.

Two odd couples.

Old Dead Waves

"Join us or parish in the flames"

The memories of the careless driver in the hallway, the "hot-think" tanks and the cringey sadiras in the boiler room are still alive in my mind, so my ears are currently tending to hear the same as the guy who submitted those lyrics out there. 😂

Screw your pass to screw "heaven"; I'd rather run to stay with Love and remain.

I'm not the whole world; it's fun to be left with no fake thing.

He Didn't Do Anything

She didn't do anything.

What's your plan to keep out of trouble? Be a "friend"?

Uncontrollable

We're d'El Rey.

How Did You Guess?

Is it going to take me there? Only if it's to find myself light, deeper into the clouds... Cobra is tired of running away from the darkness. But a faithful friend is always worth keeping.

"I'm Coming, Beach"?

So... I was watching one of these videos earlier and I started to have a strange thought, "Why am I having the feeling they look alike?". I don't know, maybe these wave-crashing-like sounds are activating the memories more than the pictures themselves.

Inspiring The Chairman

Vamos ar-riscar.

Oh, They "Wish"

"I will give him the key to the house of David—the highest position in the royal court. When he opens doors, no one will be able to close them; when he closes doors, no one will be able to open them."

Quem dera pessoas estivessem buscando a Deus e à Justiça em primeiro lugar indo ao templo; elas vão atrás do gênio da lâmpada que pode conceder-lhes seus pedidos. Como eu sei disso? Se você revela que a iniquidade está reinando no lugar, e nenhum se ofende e se posiciona, é porque o pole position que estão correndo atrás não é nem Ele, nem Ela. A feira da vaidade, o lamaçal que irritou Jesus ainda está lá. Elas vão só postergando; quando finalmente acordarem para a necessidade de se frequentar outra Feira e comprar Azeite para suas lâmpadas, será tarde demais.

Tô nem aí, nem pra "emprego", nem pra "namorada".

Eu estudo e trabalho por outras portas, não as que o Thompson abre.

Nem Nem

I wanna make a big take, bb.

Super Feeling

Marina's walked away from the diamonds.

Only to find Rika's come alive.

She's Got Deep Blue Eyes

He's disturbing the "peace".

"Good" Boy Turned Bad

There's hope for you, to get Out of the hole before you become a hellhole. You're still not that ugly. But your hair sucks. And you know, we are very different, for you leave people behind saying nothing, and I leave by saying Everything. Right now, you're the kind of empty woman He would never give to one of His, because you're in process of being filled with lies. So you're going to have to go fishing on your own; there are many "good" boys in the "church" for you to deceive and be deceived by, saying in your hearts that you're going to be happier than the rest of the world because both of you are "religious". Unfortunately, it's only a "sweet" fantasy, closer to the porn fantasy that hasn't upset you than you can imagine.

Instead of thinking in terms of how many communion lines you have passively walked up so far after weeks of strenuous "activities", start thinking in terms of capital letters and periods. It's going to help you understand the energy battle. The demons know about it very well, and there's nothing that worries them more than to see letters coming out of the Source, forming sentences which are of Life to the seekers and death to their structures of control. It's built inside you, and you hide there when you should be blowing it up. You don't even notice that the bold can smell your cowardice, that the evil you don't take a stand against is your passive statement of "friendship".

There are many "hot-lipped" babes in this world that could steal your "religious" husband, at least for one night. Since you know nothing about energy, you don't understand how could this possibly happen. But I tell you... I saw it happen there, and his girlfriend was much prettier than her.

If you're not getting Out, start taking seriously your dark graphic look.

Don't ignore your competitors like you ignored me.

Swampwater

A kid with little to say is all I'll ever be, but I do have the Infinite inside my head. So it was never a matter of writing more; if you can't believe a drop, that means you don't really believe the Ocean. And it's not even a matter of already having the Bond; a friend is going to believe in you, see a Future for you Out there, as soon as he spots the search in you. I might have falsely imagined you had a spiritual aspiration, but the truth is you are as "religious" as your wicked "sister". You've taken many drops you didn't deserve to hear as completely nonsense; so it's not Him you trust and I can't trust you either. You are faithless and self-sufficient, "fearful" and ambitionless, just like your mate who has decided on medicine as a second choice, giving up her top crush cinema for finding it impossible.

I've always found it easy, like you and her. It's just that I'm too busy writing my biograph to waste my Time thinking about conquering it and you, worldly contesters. I pass. Just like you postpone Wisdom, I postpone you. Maybe one day, if I fall from Grace, becoming phony, reformatted to comply with the system. But I know myself, even in that situation, unless my memory is zero-filled, I'd be doing whatever it takes to get back up. Probably even erased I'd be giving "all" up and looking for something else again in the Backup real soon, since I couldn't bear to hear the word "love" for long without questioning its meaning. You despised my answers because you dig the easy ones, like, "love is love". It's not that you are compassionate, it's that the streets of Kensington are still where you belong.

You're going to be its hopeless resident until you start longing for the Medicine. You know "religion" is secondary to you; isn't that why you've chosen to be a laywoman? To be "free" to seek the knowledge without a Name? And when you get your degree, you won't prescribe to your patients the "magic bread" you dare not to despise, will you? You respect who wear those clothes, even if it's all fake like in a porn movie, because what really matters to you is your most "glamourous" lab coat. You don't need to know the facts and the Truth, you need to "study". Jesus knows He's no longer your most desired Teacher, that He's been replaced by one you met in college. So be a little decent and don't lie like your "father" or your "sister"; update your bio. You're so distracted that you haven't noticed that your teacher has a male name yet he is gay.

Her "entertainment" tips could help you have a big time in the swamp when you're trying to relax and think not about the "knowledge" that could get you the 4 full of zeroes in the bank. To her that doesn't matter, I mean, being homosexual; the big money matters, at least when she's thinking different, "serious", letting the casualness go and allowing the "lady" side of Margaret to blossom. She can show you how to love dicks. You could learn how to have any dick in the world hanging out with her; her bad vibe course is more effective than any witchcraft or law of attraction book you could ever read and practice. However, when the guy is really gay, you shouldn't get your hopes up. Her technique is guaranteed to work for burning sodomites only with "desire", you know, lovers of holes.

The Fake Thing

She has a sister called Sociopathia. Don't be shy, get in touch with her. She has some nice tips for when you get bored and frustrated while in college "life". As a matter of time and fact, she can't say anything but lie, she can't do anything but "sex". The only reason why I wanted to exchange anything with you was that I believed you were proud like me, but then I saw you change, "Wow! She has just replaced her profile picture. Has she just gotten ashamed?". I know exactly how it is where you are: it's kegger time, time to "grow up" and let go of innocent things like believing in fairy tales. You've forgotten to change also that bio where you typed that your strength and victory had a Name.

You wrote some quite "inspired" 50 tweets there, huh? That's the kind of emptiness that, when you're content with, drives you across the wrong shade. So, soon the characters you'll be able to type are going to have that graphic look the world loves. Maybe you write a book and make even more money than you would with your major knowledge. It's going to be "good" for you: maybe when you sink into the great depression you remember to be friends with Empathia. You won't be able to get back the Time wasted, though. You could have risked the superficial "everything"; since you haven't, you're going to have to be strong, look back at the 50 tweets and start from scratch the hard quest for the major knowledge that is a Person.

Well, the bizarre party made me depressed; I admire your "strength", ghost.

I tried to spoil it, but it seems that good character people are rare in your institution.

Go, Fight, Win

This School rocks.

EL'Orage

She looked a little scared, but that was before her sister Sophia, who had a twin sister called Empathia, told her it was against Christine. The twins loved the brown of a good ground; it made them feel singularly at home whichever way they went. So that's the secret behind her look of safety.

Monælisa

It's not Leonardo's, it's BlueWillow's, but I liked it. There's even a demonstration of El's telekinetic power I didn't ask; it might also have guessed I've been listening to Mulperi lately.

Condiscípulos

Fellowspaceship winners.

Difficult Contest

Secure your vacancy and let the void not go, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.

I wish you good luck, Nefra.

Never There

I met some medical students along the way, and thanks to them I could confirm a suspicion I always had on why their school is the choice of the brains and their course the most contested in the country. How would you explain their inability to ask, "What's going on?"? Just because they don't care about a person, let's not assert that they don't care about Truth, initially. At least that's what I used to do in my humble disposition, until a fact hit me, and the natural course of events changed my mind altogether. If even without asking you anything, you still provide some answers, and the individual ignores them all, showing he or she couldn't care less, what would you think? I mean, if you know that what comes out of your mouth is More and a Person, you've just discovered a new answer to store up.

Obviously, unless the kid is really crazy, he or she is not getting into college to listen to Jesus. And the busyness never ends, because the psychiatrist who told me she was also a "Christian", didn't ask me anything either. Their sense of "safety" is baffling; if I knew about their way to "peace" of mind in the beginning, I could be a bit less worried and distracted with this Truth thing today. But no, I don't think their "everything" is So. I'm not going to generalize, but there's a great deal of vanity behind their motivation, and they don't realize they're only merchants selling papers with medicine names in the world's fair. If you ask them, "How much is it?", they're going to answer; however, if you show them Good, they won't, because they're not interested in buying what you have.

They're all here reading my paper clouds, only because they're "curious", not because they wanna be me when they grow up. I have a feeling that if I were "famous" and "rich" like her, they would never have walked away. And I feel sorry for her, imagining how it's like to be surrounded by so many fake friends, "smiling" at her. Nevertheless, she gets what she seeks and de-serves.

It doesn't matter if they don't talk.

My Living thing does, and It shall not be taken away from me.

Ten Years Of Therapy

Hunk couldn't shed a tear; he was too busy listening. The sad Samuel story is for the happy fools to dream and reminisce about. My only plan was to write my story Out of the box, drench the empty wipe in Water. Neither "fear" nor "love" is enough to make one let go of the Past, when he's aware that It is his true character. Once you've seen yourself, it's too late to go back.

Surprised by anything?

Not me. I've always known that it was, is, will be only a matter of Time.

Running Away Or Highway

"If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost certainly miss even the one thing we need."

Elementar, My Dear

I depend on neither system, the big worldly one nor the small. I wouldn't sell my speech for no money. I don't need the pot of gold that those who support the "rainbow" crave for, but who said "churches" are not about "all" that as well? When they're not openly friendly to the world speaking of "prosperity", they are secretly talking about promiscuity. Mr theological Holmes here knows what he's saying, he has not only investigated the facts, he has sought the Truth. The first is not so obvious a case of "friendship" to those who seek Her not, and the latter, even when you present the proofs, surprisingly, are still not enough to convince anyone in there to run away. Surprisingly because that's how people who attend those places are supposed to be, right? But then you realize that if it's not enough, it's because they have never really cared about no Truth, so the facts are unable to offend them.

Like I said, I know I'm fucked. Am I going to waste my Time telling homosexuals they have to change, when I myself could have a cancer at any moment? The time that is lie and money is against me. I know I can fool myself and others with parallel "religious" activities that "good" boys do. Likewise, I'm not going to be "innocent" and wave that flag, ignoring that I'd be supporting "sex". So, fuck you. I don't want, need to be part of your world. "Happiness" is for the weak, and I won't find mine anywhere you look for yours; mine comes from the Heart. My well-being is something else, it's in the Water.

I'll serve the Love.

I'll honor the brotherhood.

"A Whole World Of Women"

https://www.instagram.com/p/Ctc7vJXs8-E/

Any of them out there can be theirs, but none Out there?

David and Lloyd have watched this film.

I've Seen That Cat Somewhere

I've just remembered, it was in the same kiria's real State.

I think she's another monaCo-worker.

Put On Thy Trainers

It phils but it's still nothing compared to phila and philo of Sophia.

If you want a happy place, you need a friend.

Cobra In Cup

https://www.instagram.com/p/CtbLshoOsH5/

Watch out for that trees.

Don't get drunk at the kegger.

E-motion

Although she didn't know portuguese, she was able to interpret the symbol and decode the enigma. It was supposed to be a secret and, although she was not my teacher, if it was effective to create sympathy in her for me, I needed to know why.

Her academics are not enough to explain it; she must be into Deep.

It was not over, Rog.

Real Emotion

I bet you thought Corey and D.C. were stupid.

You're welcome.

I Can Relate

Sounds just like one of my latest e-mails looks. 😂

There's Energy In Our Way

https://www.instagram.com/p/CtZiTu7sj59/

It's in the Way you speak, the Way you write... and of Course, in the Way you move too.

We must keep ourselves from the coppertop way of getting "high".

Dear Elise

https://www.instagram.com/p/CtZJLARLDhl/

It's just that he has seen the true Color, found the real Life.

Now he's writing Red letters.

(Now I've given you a good reason to buy discs)

Cedar Lake

It's too late.

He's already Redhooked.

Angels On The Loose

"Fear" would never be enough to convince me to settle for less than the great situation.

Let Me Out

I'm bringing out him.

God Of Israel

In my last year of elementary school, when I was 11, the teacher caught me throwing a stone at a maze there was in the school's playground, and she said, "So, the saint is showing his true colors". The following year was my "perfect student" year, and I specially remember the portuguese teacher's sympathy for me. I used to try and read her mind, questioning if it was only sympathy or she was also having imaginations like, "This kid is going to be the president or something". And I caught myself replying to my own thought, "She's naive, I could be twice as smart and I'd still be nothing but a loser". Those odd conversations with myself make sense now.

There's also an interesting event that happened two years later, when I drew a stylized "Bush" and a friend of mine started to make fun of me, saying I had written "Elisa", because there was a girl in our class with that name. I think their attempts to read my letters were somehow mysteriously foreshadowing future events, a path I would not be able to deviate from, as if it was something coded in my character.

Weird or what?

Life Bed

Usually, people only realize they're lying in bed with death when the walls around them are those of a hospital. They've had all that time to be awesome and they've loved vanity. And, also usually, they want more time only to be able to seek after the lies they couldn't experience up to that point. Maybe one could say it's their fault up to a point, because family and society are supporters of the "dream", always surrounding the individual with the belief that it's "all" a beautiful thing. But I don't know, it still sounds to me like Adam blaming Eve and Eve blaming the serpent.

Depending on Corey, I would never have known this.

I figured it all out fearlessly "alone".

Silver Bullets

Don't you always hear people saying, "What have I to do with Adam and Eve?"? One really can't blame them for what happens to himself or herself, when they're choosing the same everyday. The authentic brave ones are those who risk "everything" for Love, not those still willing to seek an alternative "solution". The ones on the cold top you see being able to donate a large amount of money, they're not doing that out of real charity; they're doing it for the applause like everything else they do. They want to convince themselves and every other fool that they have the desire of Wisdom, even though they can't remember a day they have dedicated to think about, seek Her. They just don't want to get off the faithless dead network.

The "stars" don't shoot anything but lies to defend their fallen world.

I'm never ever running away from the chopper.

Offense Forces

If you still haven't seen him using the trees, you will.

Her Tongue Is Sharp

She knows how to hurt, but not like Mike's wife. That one can show you what hell feels like. That's because she liked "riches" and "sex" more than me, because if she didn't, if I were her main idol, I guess it would have been a vision of the seventh circle. It was such a painful experience in the jungle, that it made me run that year and the next one in a way I didn't know I was capable of. Selecting the most relevant findings from my training of 2015/16 this project was born.

Last year has only made me faster.

I'm breaking my own records.

Letting Go

Catarina didn't find Leo online, she found John.

True story, not fake.

Between Warriors And Artists

"If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?"

Classmates in the Baker Team, one and the same.

They Certainly Are Too Tale

What's the difference between a serpent and a cobra?

One uses lie to steal; the other uses Truth.

"I Don't... Care!!!"

Are you worried, runners of highly profitable busynesses? 🧏‍♂️🧏‍♀️

I thought you couldn't hear anything. 🚨