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which makes me wonder.. how long is one supposed to be *there* in TRAINING? look a Cou*ter.. a few others.. and what are they actually learning? From the track record.. to know how to run an offshoot when rosie the terrible runs them off.. I mean.. really.. there for twenty plus years, in some kind of learning or training program?

I'm sorry, if you think so friend.. it's gone, all gone..

his little house, won't stand a chance..

if it were that simple.. they have him, like he has them.. heh.. if he betrays them.. we won't stand the chance of getting a job anywhere in a mall in the usa..

sooo.. why did she go so *easy* on linder? oh. Perhaps.. he got possessed.. in the line of duty..

John, John, John.. you'd better get the trap door shut before more berry spirits attack you..

No surprise to me.. probably a half a dozen or so "devils" jumped him while he was monitoring Greasespot Cafe..

Can anyone tell me when P. Roberage passed? I was in a brief moment of insanity at the time.. I loved his sense of humor..

Yep.. and there is no more terror.. Glimpse.. ha.. its more than that.. but.. we knew all of that, didn't we.. the closer I get to the *end*.. whatever that is.. the clearer everything becomes..

anything has to be better than 500 + morning glory seeds.. one has wait for at least a day or so for that to make any kind of sense..

The one here.. urinated on his way inheritance.. that's good enough for me.. Well.. yes, in a sense we are peers. Squirrels tend to urinate anywhere as it is.. we agree somewhere.. I really hope this makes some sense to somebody.. makes perfect sense to me.. Come back friend.. Just cause you got some good acid for woodstock.. well..some of us settled for some lousy blotter.. even past the fact..

Heh.. well, it's true I guess.. more fun watching them stumble over their *in depth* *spiritual?* perception and awareness.. considering they have no idea who they are talking to at the moment.. a moment in history. a chance to confront a maniacal Squirrel.. a fiendish poster at Greasespot Cafe..

sometimes yes, sometimes no.. some of them I'd rather meet a wild animal at a blind intersection where two streets meet.. there are only one or two I would like to meet (who some would give celebrity status or some such nonsense), and not as bigwig and humble squirrel.. we are really peers..

There is one "pristine" way family whose members I run across about twice a year.. however, intuitively and in solid evidence I know things aren't what they appear. "Hey there *joe*.." "well hello" how's the family? Fine, fine.. and you? everything's peachy.. considering he never has a clue about my situation.. even as it was around the time I was out of da ministry.. either these folks don't care.. or are seriously suffering from memory loss.. so I just back away, slowly.. I'm nice. I don't want them to embarass themselves trying to cast devils out of me at the supermarket or something..

Next time, take a walking stick with you to the store..

I know the feeling. Kinda like meeting a wild animal at the corner where two streets meet..

I don't think its twi's lawyers.. more like rosie's lawyers.. I understand the bot and staff tows the line in respect to every wicked mandate she issues.. "well. There's a little crummy group we can easily pick on and win.. We need to *prevail*, and win one for da gipper. ahem, I mean the vicster. I *suggest* we go forward and litigate.. what do you think?" "yass boss" "yeppers boss.." "fo shure boss..." "good. let's have a vote then.." The irony of all this.. there is probably nobody left in the organization who can even read aramaic, nor even recognize the alphabet.. The only thing that would make sense here, to me.. rosie happened to be the reincarnation of Newton, of course without the intellect..

True.. maybe what I'm thinking is, if one wants to compare the two scumbags to David, the closer comparison overall seems to fit David's darker side.. that really seems to be where the comparison stops at.. when vic, loy and crowd weren't generally pillaging, raping god's people and blowing a lot of hot air on a stage somewhere.. they were doing what? Trips to warmer parts.. and/or generally sitting on their lousy rears.. "work"? ha..

I still wonder what made David so great.. yeah.. he sawed off some kind of philistines head.. but what's up with.. sleeping with a man's wife, having the husband murdered to avoid embarrasement.. besides everything else.. he rehearses how he was wronged by some citizens.. along with instructions to bring them to the grave with blood.. to his own son, solomon.. maybe this kind of *dang* is just a trademark of da mogs..

I thought they abandoned it.. when I was still around I think they had like copies of one part or something.. don't remember precisely..

Just wonder.. does herr (da way) bookstore even SELL this item any longer? If not, any plans to sell it in the near (or distant) future?

isn't the contrast intriguing.. David put GOLD into the temple treasury.. vic built his with brass..

I don't think david was so great either..

do they have any idea of what they did to the families involved.. at this point.. I let go of it.. they (da way(?)).. can have it.. blood and all.. I did the best I could in the circumstances.. even if I was an ignoramus..

as "screwed up(?)" as we were.. maybe I shouldn't say.. I'd need some kind of agreement in the next statement..