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I wonder if the girl who saw chrissy poos face morph into that of herr vicster, had previously taken lotsa LSD and was sleep deprived at the time..

Interesting.. well. I don't think its the hallucinations fault or anything.. it's what you DO with it.. there are a few good reasons why I don't shop at wally mart. something like the employees one fine evening looking like the unliving dead.. the dream state is useful.. kind of points the way to reality at times.. I think that's what acid did for, or to some people.. and sometimes the dream was terrifying.. so I looked up the Big Corporation. The resulting paper not only documented to me personally, why the employees appeared in the form of da living dead, but it also got an A, and enthusiastic cheering from the professor.. no joke.. and there wasn't a single familiar spirit I had to cite as my source..

ah yes.. seeing da clone's face morph into herr victer's.. I've had a few experiences that might be described as a waking or wide awake dream.. it's even worked with a couple of rather hard math problems I've been working on.. so the brain goes into some kind of *sober* dream state.. tries to interpret the information in some kind of semi-logical way.. It's really a gift, when it happens. So what was the lady really seeing when she saw chrissy poos face morph to herr doc..? I think the interpretation was.. "he is (was) (going to be) the same set of nonsense.." and it may have been just that simple of an explanation. No familiar spirits or anything else of the sort..

I know.. it is kind of "unthinkable".. but you guys had (at least some of you) had to supply schedules of teeth flossing, potty breaks and even scheduled sex.. how did *they* know you actually did what you supposedly signed on the line to do? anybody ever "confronted" for not keeping one's agreement? I don't think we'll ever figure out even half of the boundaries these bastards violated.. wires *everywhere* kind of says it all..

I could describe a way to keep da vicster's grave weed free..

Unless you guys watched videos during potty breaks, it seems the only other alternative reason for running video to (from) a bathroom might be.. what? the rome city and emporia campuses are probably like the American Embassy in Moscow.. they finally had to tear it down to find (and get rid of) all the bugs..

maybe she quotes psalms 139:22 every waking hour.. its called "holding a grudge".. so I Cor. 13 ish..

because its so "biblical" or something. At least that kind of behavior is DESCRIBED in the bible..

So I wonder.. what has become of the pair? I mean.. psychologically or otherwise.. they were sent on a *mission* to "hunt down" those who were like them.. I mean, I'd feel like I was a cannibal or something.. eating my own flesh.. for da "cause"..

Do you have a rough date that the photo was taken? They look happy enough.. and who is who? Are the names listed in order, left to right? The lady on the right looks very familiar..

Just wonder.. what is MSP and what staff duty was he performing to be in their apartment? I guess that's the first question on your topic..

Would you suggest that they run for pres as a "couple"?

and then the date herr vicster "completed his coursework for da doctorate".. when's that fit in this India trip timeline? I think it was early early sixties.. maybe I'm wrong..

Just wonder, where does "accused of having indiscretions with church secretary" play in the timeline here? I think it's not too far off the topic. Herr vicster would have a *serious* ax to grind with the denomination.. would give him a pretty good motive to do and say what he did..

there's just one thing.. who paid for da hounds dog tags? I mean.. bite me if you want, but it can't go well.. there were reasons rosie ran him off on a rail. mainly because he sold what was worth (perhaps) millions for a stinking, single can of gas.. does this make sense? Apparently rosie sold what *was* for a lot more.. just a thought. Take it as you will..

Quite interesting.. and these guys don't get it.. all of this "deviltry" and such as they see it.. is an invitation to friendship.. I won't say they will *never* see it.. because they might..

naw.. lets give them a *small* break. It's not the bosses.. it's the rest of creation to be worried about.. every little act of flamboyant arrogantism.. every stupid move you make in da name of gawd.. it will come back to hound you..

bugged? that is nothing.. compared to being subjected to da Squirrel who Observes..

You know.. if this character came here and said.. "sorry, I was just an arrogant sonsabitch.." I'd say "fine. you are no different than me.." but no.. amazing where the question about bless patrol might lead, eh?

I just wonder how the old man had the temerity to hand him the keys with almost an empty tank.. what a maroon.. He probably handed the greasy little bastard a hundred to go out on the town.. fill er up? Naw..... now.. he pays da devil..

makes sense with your theology, doesn't it? I mean.. I've GOTTA be da devil, just to disagree with you.. yep

I pulled "bless patrol" just one single solitary time.. ROA 1977. It was in a very very small corner of wienervilleland.. the gas pumps. apparently the guy who was pulling that particular shift wanted to hear herr doktor teach Hebrews 11 that night.. so I was given a list. The owens, they can have all da gas they want. Joyful noise, will try to con gas out of you, do not let them pass.. (they never came, by the way..) but one odd character came for da gas. I says.. do not pass. "hmmph. I'm da SON of da bastard who runs this thing.. I deserves da gas.." I say something like.. "OK fella.. but it's really going to cost you your soul in the long run.." "whatever.." today.. I'm calling in the debt.. and to those who relay these little messages to the farm in the Mississippi mud.. pm me, and I'll give details where to send the check.. how.. what's the word.. pathetic. You sold your soul, for seventeen gallons of gas.. at early seventies prices nonetheless.. what a moron..

I'm glad they are doing well.. the three cats here tonight, it was bedlam.. I brought in three fresh catnip leaves and they went nuts.. the baby consumed all three leaves. Wouldn't let the other two have any. So I got out the grand stash, and gave the other two some while keeping baby occupied. There is literally catnip everywhere here.. there are three or four piles of the *real* stuff, and the baby, once getting the best of each pile, is presently at my desk, wrestling me for the container of the grand stash..

in that case.. maybe rosie's cats will win by default..

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