Father & plastic surgeon’s skilled hands

They’ve reached Nirvana of Dalai lamas lizard snakes.  They make love to you as they murder you.

From up above in a lama nursery.  With chemicals, bioagents, and radioactive material.

I’ve been supportive of society-at-large illustrating my assets in affective intelligence derived intuitively that I am considered a commodity to use in capitalist ventures.

This does not include racqueteering which some major leadership is prone to attempt.

I wasn’t designed for a career of speculation, or futures gambling.

What might have futures bets on the direction of the stock market, has now become “gentlemen’s” bets on my life, the time I die, and other details of whether I was standing in sitting at the time.  Such inane gambling and racqueteering is not worthy of our leadership and makes me think they are deluded to think themselves royalty–their no sense of value to life–and a Nazi imbalance and a Aryan supremacy of the live and worship of death over life.

This includes Air Force flyovers with total disregard of the civilian citizen, not engaged in wearing a military uniform that holds them, the Airmen and Airman accountable for the “supreme sacrifice.”  With a “do nothing” activism of an ardent communist.

Flyovers come regular with different sorts of poisons thrown out of the airship.  All men acting like Wig-Wam or PCB looking at in a toilet (they call America) that leaves them dumbfounded because I defecated in the sewer line, and they’re still running around with lump tards in their diapers.

Abraham Boulder

Keven.

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