Make the devil mad!
You want a war! We’ll give you a war!
A friend related that one of the first words a baby said was “Shit”…
My Mother has gone through a life of betrayal and failure.
She has no strong memories of success, just a life filled with pretty boys.
“She did this because she was afraid.”
S put me to sleep because of being terrorized by my talking all this
through in a public medium. Her subsequent hate
(I can be the only one accountable for the gossip.)
was the reason for the abuse I suffered.
The abuse is deserved to some degree, but I have shown that I love her.
You think you can put [him] in hell—all this pussy is yours!
These are men…And all they want to do is FK..
Micpar was cast as my imagination and placed in the sphere of derision in which I exist. This made very little difference because there is decency in my world. It is ironic that now she is acknowledged because I am still alive. Many people are so shocked about this that they are trying to manipulate not only my visions of her but any love that she does show for me.
The current situation must be fought.
From the depths of her soul my Mother screamed this at me.
American reason must be defended.
War means different things to different people.
I see suffering.
I see rape.
I see terror.
I live with madness.
Woman, hell is where WILLOW’S HANDS UNIT exists. We are the unit /that/ is the Bride of Vengeance.
We call struggle what we hear other people calling war.
We see death.
We see minds (many many persons’ being) broken!
We see this mechanized, super computerized.
We see people trying to appease, screaming for help to these super mechanized terminators!
(Maybe a human is listening?!)
YOU WILL LOVE ME
All you have to do is masturbate!
Please help us Jesus. We, the WILLOW’S HANDS UNIT are willing to stay and struggle through this hundred years war. Please let us stay Jesus.
HI
We are growing. This is going to really happen. My life is what it is!
(I once smelled a couple at a truck stop I was delivering a pizza to.)
I must fight to keep from becoming an agent of evil.
And if I am an agent of evil, I must somehow stop being one.
THANK YOU JESUS!
"You do not know." ...talking head... "You're the devil." ...Your smartness has revealed this... "Your methodology is wrong." ...I only have spinning in wells. For me there is nothing else. I cannot give up this dream. I have nothing else.
