I wouldn't go back to obliviousness, but life was easier before Mel was right.
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Fruitless fygs wither by decree, eh, handshake?
ישוע is the God of gods, their judge and destroyer: inclusive of the world powers.
But when all the loaves are full, how will the bacon become king? I saw Venus telling Mars about the Autumn Betrayal on Sunday, at church. Afterwards, we all had split pea ice cream with the dog's father and everyone laughed about it later.
Do you smell warm flowers, too?
Aphrodite and Ares are a synedoche of Inana who IS the archetype of Estrous day, your straw overlay on the passion of God. But I don't really think you consciously put those thoughts into your demonic speech. Word salads seasoned with stolen divine imagery, are goodly fyg products.
I do smell a flower: the Rose of Sharon. It's a corruption overriding scent.
My feet dance within the grace of the potato harvest on Tuesday. When we weep blood, the trees sing.
Your potato will cause more blood, glowing schizo NPC.