At this point, however, I was left with that single word, Mystery.
Now...I've heard tale of how the wise and quote, unquote, learn-ed men, have wrote fancy books, specific to Rhoades Scholar extraordinaire working at Taco Bell, which preach of making good men better. Not that the face of the earth could ever prove such a thing. Book, in their ultimate wisdom, that tell you poverty brings you closer to the lord. Not that I'm a poor man. Unless you count at my bank account. Make no mistake, my tub's gotta hole. Book, which of course conveniently leave out how the Gods never once ruled from a state of poverty. Not the Greeks, not the Alantians, and sure as hell not the Nazi over at the Vatican pushing for their Fourth Reich. Hail America.
Tell us Mr. President, "Where did all the Gold at Fort Knox go?" I think we know.
Perhaps we should all get a vaccine. Which ironically doesn't seem to work unless everyone get it. What kind of price tag do you think that comes with? Understand what I'm saying, Mr. Rhoades Scholar. One little prick deserves another I guess. And what do these highly educated men do to protect their investment? These fabricator of the Mystery, as the holy one put it? They hide the truth and call it a Mystery. Like a school ever taught you anything that the rich didn't want you to know. Ay, Mr Carnegie! They changed our calendar so you would ignore the Sol Seed of the Solar Plexus, of which you get 13 a year. Until you're you 49.4 years old. Shove that in your dimple sphere baby. Cause God forbid you have enough sense to add 28 times 13 for 364 days a Year. And they, telling you the first day of the year is anyone but the one day the Sun sits on the lowest part of the bell curve, soon to be a sine wave, the Winter Solstice. Cause God forbid the 364-0-1 be the Cusp of the Suns Death and Birth. There's you're Skywalk. Ay Mr. Taco. Hallelujah I say. But then they go so far as to cover up the fact that no drunkard can ever get into heaven.... Well, what do they do with that little chestnut, but give you a Drunkard God and call him a messiah. Turn that water into wine oh mighty one. Not that alcohol ever destroyed a Sol Seed in that iron gut You call a brain, oh faithful servant you are. Not that the food industry run by those Nazi over at NASA have tried to give the old alcohol industry a run for its money.
But sure Mr. Catholic, pass out a disk and a sip of wine on the Sabbath and call its Gods work as you cast your flock further into the perils of fucked over by the Almighty yet once again. It’s a lifelong ambition I hear. Cause God forbid the allegory of the human body, of which a real priest would convey, not that I'm a man of the cloth, per se, I can't even afford a bib, would ever want you to figure out how royally fucked we all are at the hands of the masses elite practitioners. Cast that penny in your plate. And what do I get for my effort, a good old fuck you Jack from every influencer on the planet, just like our ill-fated messiah. While they worship with Symbols of Saturn and call themselves Jew, not that Jupiter ever had anything to do with the name. God forbid. Not that Sargon the First Semite, not that his people, who were whipped out by the Gutian, all but a small band, who were led into Exodus by Sargon's Grandson, resting upon a mount watching the Stars as the Golden Calf trans mutated into a shofar. Blown, like their life now rendered. Ever actually came out of the desert to be what they are claimed to be in today world. Wandering still to this very day I hear. But sure, let's call em all 6 pointed stars, the Sons of David, wearing Jew like their children of God, all because they read a book. Not like they would lie about any of that for any financial reason. Cleanliness is next to godliness, said no homeless person at all. While pretending truth is all they've ever told, as they toast the crown.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-folk, grab your white beans and ham, and your spicy cornbread, and prepare, cause the shits only gonna get thicker. Jack Burton out. And remember, Hail to the fucking King!
John Saltz O'Huigin
Journal entry 6 part 2.
At this point, however, I was left with that single word, Mystery.
Now...I've heard tale of how the wise and quote, unquote, learn-ed men, have wrote fancy books, specific to Rhoades Scholar extraordinaire working at Taco Bell, which preach of making good men better. Not that the face of the earth could ever prove such a thing. Book, in their ultimate wisdom, that tell you poverty brings you closer to the lord. Not that I'm a poor man. Unless you count at my bank account. Make no mistake, my tub's gotta hole. Book, which of course conveniently leave out how the Gods never once ruled from a state of poverty. Not the Greeks, not the Alantians, and sure as hell not the Nazi over at the Vatican pushing for their Fourth Reich. Hail America.
Tell us Mr. President, "Where did all the Gold at Fort Knox go?" I think we know.
Perhaps we should all get a vaccine. Which ironically doesn't seem to work unless everyone get it. What kind of price tag do you think that comes with? Understand what I'm saying, Mr. Rhoades Scholar. One little prick deserves another I guess. And what do these highly educated men do to protect their investment? These fabricator of the Mystery, as the holy one put it? They hide the truth and call it a Mystery. Like a school ever taught you anything that the rich didn't want you to know. Ay, Mr Carnegie! They changed our calendar so you would ignore the Sol Seed of the Solar Plexus, of which you get 13 a year. Until you're you 49.4 years old. Shove that in your dimple sphere baby. Cause God forbid you have enough sense to add 28 times 13 for 364 days a Year. And they, telling you the first day of the year is anyone but the one day the Sun sits on the lowest part of the bell curve, soon to be a sine wave, the Winter Solstice. Cause God forbid the 364-0-1 be the Cusp of the Suns Death and Birth. There's you're Skywalk. Ay Mr. Taco. Hallelujah I say. But then they go so far as to cover up the fact that no drunkard can ever get into heaven.... Well, what do they do with that little chestnut, but give you a Drunkard God and call him a messiah. Turn that water into wine oh mighty one. Not that alcohol ever destroyed a Sol Seed in that iron gut You call a brain, oh faithful servant you are. Not that the food industry run by those Nazi over at NASA have tried to give the old alcohol industry a run for its money.
But sure Mr. Catholic, pass out a disk and a sip of wine on the Sabbath and call its Gods work as you cast your flock further into the perils of fucked over by the Almighty yet once again. It’s a lifelong ambition I hear. Cause God forbid the allegory of the human body, of which a real priest would convey, not that I'm a man of the cloth, per se, I can't even afford a bib, would ever want you to figure out how royally fucked we all are at the hands of the masses elite practitioners. Cast that penny in your plate. And what do I get for my effort, a good old fuck you Jack from every influencer on the planet, just like our ill-fated messiah. While they worship with Symbols of Saturn and call themselves Jew, not that Jupiter ever had anything to do with the name. God forbid. Not that Sargon the First Semite, not that his people, who were whipped out by the Gutian, all but a small band, who were led into Exodus by Sargon's Grandson, resting upon a mount watching the Stars as the Golden Calf trans mutated into a shofar. Blown, like their life now rendered. Ever actually came out of the desert to be what they are claimed to be in today world. Wandering still to this very day I hear. But sure, let's call em all 6 pointed stars, the Sons of David, wearing Jew like their children of God, all because they read a book. Not like they would lie about any of that for any financial reason. Cleanliness is next to godliness, said no homeless person at all. While pretending truth is all they've ever told, as they toast the crown.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-folk, grab your white beans and ham, and your spicy cornbread, and prepare, cause the shits only gonna get thicker. Jack Burton out. And remember, Hail to the fucking King!
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