Water filters.
I don't care.
Is there lead in my water? Softener? Grew up on well water. People actually pay cash dollars for fucking water.
I wanna get this out. Filters on a faucet are bulky, get in the way of what I need to do and used to be able to accomplish with aplomb. Now it's 'is it switched to the fucking filter again? I need the normal stream, which way does this damn thing go again?' Convenience is quite ironically pretty inconvenient. Ergonomics-wise. We're all gonna die of something. Whether it's vaccine-related, chemtrail-induced, delicious death by creamer or whatever other bag of tricks has been in the works for eons.
'Are you drinking tap water???'
Yeah. And I'm gonna do it again in about an hour. Let's talk about who's been inside you in the past week before we talk about my TAP WATER DRINKING PROBLEM.
Planking.
And is it truly...so much to ask...to keep one sink open at all times?
Yes, I know. Life is hard.
I've been paired with the Albert Einstein of Christianity. I didn't do it. I didn't create polar opposites and smash them together, pour oil all over them and squeeze them together over and over again when life presented itself. Thought I was stubborn once. Above reproach. I hate eggshells.
That's a shame.
I don't wanna be Storm. I'm not black, I don't control the weather and I DO discriminate. So racist. I don't wanna be Jean/Jane Gray, whatever her name is cuz I was never interested in male soap operas. We all think other people's brands of entertainment are stupid and we all know it. TV News is fake and movies are real, right Marcus? David Wilcock tell you that? Pentagon-funded Marvel Movies? 'Penta-god' white hats? You sure? Wilcock's a Pharisee on Mockingbird Clergy payroll. Jordan Sather is his fren. Yet they're both Pharisees? Makin' movies with movie-makers. Networking. Connections. Symbolism. Symbols are a method of communication. I always wondered how pedos found other pedos. How do you broach that shit at a bar? Where? How? Symbols. So much easier.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal/symbol.
This is me on Jesus:
Never said it was pretty.
Him on Jesus:
No offense, I love this meme and it's extremely accurate.
Dis me:
'I'm sorry, did I hear you say something that would make you relatively happy with me???'
This guy doesn't even know, nah, he kinda knows, he kinda knows, that I try to please him.
'Stead of this guy:
Hint: Not Nicodemus
I know, I drink tap water, I'm emotional and sensitive and I enjoy pleasing the object of my affection. Lotta problems.
You may have helped me on the way but you did not knit me together, you don't fill my lungs with oxygen, you haven't promised me Eternity and you haven't controlled one thing in life far as I can see. I don't even have to tell you to let go and let God. I already took it back from you. If you don't care I don't care. 'Cept I'm not rollin'. I'm 'Rock'-ing.
I had a dream I was hanging off of a cliff...and I was yelling 'Help! Help!'...didn't know who I was yelling for. But all of a sudden I heard a voice say 'Just let go.' Let go? And...against my better judgment ... I let go. And as I let go I found that the earth had shifted 90 degress and instead of plummeting into a ravine I was lying on the ground.
The 2nd dream I had I was trying to get into a beautiful walled garden. I was trying to climb the wall, finding little footholds and then falling, trying to pull myself up by little vines and things, tiring myself out. Behind me I hear a man say 'What are you trying to do?' 'Get into the garden.' And he says 'Why don't you use The Door?'
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