Mysoginistics

 The water is still peacefull and lifelike. Its swinging from to and fro opening up the spirits of the elemental forces. The condition of hoping its all going to run out will mean I am here forever. The lands are running away. The lands want to free themselves. The poisons are increasing. The demands to secrecy are underwhelming. The pledge to save thy honour and thu glory has come to an end. The saviour has been here this whole time. Watching the mayhem, the destruction, the imperial satisfaction of the mortal mans greed. The satisfaction the poor is met with regret to inform you that you are powerless to the surcumberance of swells so damm high that It cant be open to small lives of lives for sale anymore. Open your mind to the laziness of the human mind. The mind is oppressing. Have a challenge for the most biggest part of history. U have heaps to go off. Take your dead and do dead things with the dead. But dont take the living and do deeds of greed a deadly sins with our lives....

 I am the bees knees because I grew up with drugs. I am the bees knees because I used the drugs. I am the bees knees because I sell the drugs. I am the bees knees because I peddle the drugs. I am the bees knees because I make money doing jack shet. Jack of ALL shet.  I am the bees knees because I am supperior to the inferior. I am the bees knees because I can say hey she gone, and everyone will believe me. Because I am the bees knees. The one not on drugs..  The one looking at the stash wondering why you deserve the stash.  I am the one seeing your actions dont amount to much as say  Hey... Bees knees dont exist You founded your belief system on a whole bunch of lies. And so much much so that you became the problem.  Seeing your errors are better than seeing ones own. Too much cuzzies!! Gang wars now.. Because they wont get any drugs when they cant sell there lies anymore.  Ididots. Pure pedigree poisons. Have a heart you pedigree poisons and have a he...

 Lets go friends, families and other ambassadors. Lets go jump on a ship, with all our shipwreck thoughts. Our internal wills to survive.  Fight a few battles.  We will be successfull  seafarers deserve the right of passage through the no mans land fighting the battles of the ocean.  When we decide where we would like to Pillage for a village. We will anchor our boat, ship, tin can, bottle and our plastic wastes push them out into the land. Arrise my minions, clean up the beaches now!! Thats how we know we have been successfull in the pillage for village. Well done peoples. Arise!! Not Allrise, your honour guilty plea. We are an amazing blessing. We have done so well at heeding the words the GOSPEL. Cherish the gospel of Jesus Christ.  Great work industries, governments, factories and mass production race to the end. The world is now an oblique pigmant of ones imagination. Establishments only to skunk the small people doing great things often very well enou...

 Lets change ourselves. Let's begin with a prayer. A chant. Some vibrations atleast. Lets open our mouths and speak with dignity, soul, hope and JOY. In the end the love will be here. One way or another. Even if its the wrong way. Wrongways claim places they didnt need to in the start. The roads are so small and being built larger than they need to be. The oppourtunities are boundless. If we succeed in our missions we will have churches everywhere. The hope will be reinforced dramatically and superiority will reign. Let GOD be the end of all things NOT MAN. If the powers of GOD are dumb than you need more dumb things to think about.  Kill the weak. Get them. Loose them and target thier children. The hitlist is the biggest player in the world and we sitting here in broad daylight waiting for our turn. When will that happen? Not today. Not tommorrow. We believe in GOD thats why. The almighty. The christ. The saviour. We are members of The church of our saviour the light the end ...

 The Govies pies are illegal. The govies pies are reducing in number rapidly. The govies pies are sellouts. The govies pies are the best at the worst. The govies pies are smelly. The govies pies are trechourous. The govies pies are uncooked. The govies pies are plastic coated. The govies pies are crooked. The govies pie are poisonous. The govies pies are brown. The govies pies are little bit serious. The govies pies are relentless. The govies pies are full of it. The govies pies are rated worst in the world. The govies pies are totally overpriced. The govies pies takes pies off the pies to be better pies than any other pies in the world. The govies pies turned into monsters. The govies pie are mislabeld. The govies pies have no track n trace. The govies pies may be made of shet and still made of ahet. Yes you buys the govies pies which are made of shet. The govies pies are outdated. The govies pies have no background checks. The govies pies have internal weaknesses. The govies pies...

Mrs and Mr speaker have a belligerent veiw of miscroscopial definitions. They have alot of tax payer money to waste by making NO SENSE!  How on earth do people who have so little thoughts, thinking, sense and ability make it into such powerful positions? I have figured it out? Everyone wanted a peice of a pie they cannot even begin to comprehend the price of the pie? Because the pie is not even up for sale.The pie is a fancy pie with everything ordinary pies dont possess. If not the GOVERNMENT than the govies ACC will rip it up, or the govies NZTransport Agency will rifle someones feathers. Than once the fancy pie is all dressed up ready to be recieved as its fancy pie not up for SALE the government will create hesitantcies to create an awareness the world will end if they dont get a piece of the fanciest pie in the world that wasnt up for sale in the first place. So we can think if the pie doesnt get sold the whole damm world will end.  I doubt that will happen heaps. Its jus...

I am currently loathed out on my couch inside this really confined space wondering if this is what I am destined to do. As I ponder my whole life from childhood memories, my parents both Mum and Dad were educators. I ponder deeply about the misperception of having everything of my childhood dreams. My childhood dreams were to be a ballerina, an actress, a teacher and a shopkeeper. I never ever doubted my parents ability to give me my childhood dreams. I was focused on becoming something, anything. I wanted to be an achiever so my parents knew that I respected them deeply. I had motivation inside me like a fire burning in my belly. To me my parents were so amazing, they would play games with me like dressups, hide n go seek, walking through nature explaing in depth the traditional knowledges of our environmental surroundings. We would venture off to many different swimming places. My Dad would often jump in bare bottom or not at all. I remember swimming was often the best thing on our a...