That's essential. I foubd this out today.
I thought it was rude. But it was instruction. It was butt touch, and i dont play that. But i also ought nit play non washed ass. Theres a three day limit on that now.
Since I realized this a several minutes later, I have to apologize to Minister Brown. Brenda you cannot steal you imps. But i thabk you for your advice.
That's how it is. I realise later. How much later depends on discipline. If I am prepared, the counsel will settle softly, and soon. With no discipline, nothing prepared or no working on, then a year may lapse until I realize. Look to me abd Brenda for that one.
instead of lookig for a job, I went to the park. I failes at that ine ub a million chance. I'll never get another one like hwe again. Each day, I kick myaelf newly in rhw ass for that one. Wow, what a failure. But it shant stay so. I win I learn. But I will be lonely forever.
Even another woman cannot replacr the happiness. I coldly deal wirh this daily. I have to get her back. But how Lord? With 51 dollars?
Are you ok looking at your zap accou t and seeing 4.51? As if you've clearwd aome progress? Oh, Ive done a lot. And 4 dollars later. Clear the shit man. You can do it. I believe in you. The Lord Wouldn't allow such progress withoit reason. Take this as a lesson in self appreciation. Take your lady. She is waiting for you, I hope.
But restraining order is real. It means vack off. So do that. And pray from here. Meditate daily. I don't see why not.
Be sure to clear that book by November. No one can move you. Let the lecherous do their thing. They wabt to burn ler them burn. You make aure you promote peace instead.
Lord.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Getting rid of me.
This is a recurring theme in my life. Last night the Deacon wrote in pen and touched my butt. I mean, he didn't touch my butt with his hand, but the pen writing touched my butt. I felt like he was trying to capture me.
What is it with all these fake people man? Are there any real niggaz left? I wonder.
I can't say I'm the realest ever. The Lord Is. But I'm close to something real. I'm not fake, I'll tell you that.
PEople want to fornicate, to let pimping, to do all manner of harm to good here. Because they've been able to do it. I suppose I'll have to move on from here soon.
My mother set me up slick. She kept doing that butt shit too. It's like they need me to be gay. I'm not gay. I'm working online. There's a difference.
I'm not putting up with anyone's shit. I don't care what the reason is, what the payout is. Shit is shit. It's wrong. I don't have or want to make time for someone else's shit.
I'm funny enough now. I went through that faze of believing I wasn't funny enough. I went through that. I went through believing stupid shit.
First of all, this Church is in Compton. You have no business in Lynwood. Get your eye off my city. Or you won't have one.
I don't care about no f*king game. f*k that shit. You little faggot ass lames. Go eat a hamburger somewhere. Stop f*king with the real niggaz land.
You keep playing this game, and see don't the Lord Put a whopping to your backside. Don't crash your car. Don't choke out. Don't get sick. You'll get all thrree f*king with me.
Having said that, I think they want me out of here. Never mind I help. The game is bigger. We'll see what happens.
In the mean time, I'm going to make this money so I can be a comedian. Bump what the world wants. The world wants men to wear dresses. I don't wear dresses. I'm not going to start.
I remember Ron. I also remember going all the way somewhere in LA and Bombing comedy at a church. The people there were like, if it's not funny, we're going to do bad things to youf family. I remember thinking, well there's no sense in me doing good. They want to do me wrong anyway. Some people.
Gentiles. I have the Jew hearing. Let's say I am a Jew. That's nice. My name is Julius. It couldn't be simpler. I don't know why you feel the way, Mr. Luntz. I don't know why this took me so long to figure out. The Mexicans alway knew.
I don't mind, but where Lord will I go? The people don't want me alive. Will I die and come to You?
I'm lonely, and weary of fighting with mongrels. But I will fight. I will stand up for what is right. Even if it kills me. It ought to not.
I remember going to a burger king in LA to pick up my check. And you want to tell me working online is worse than that? Working online is worse that catcvhing the bus to go pick up a check?
No.
Working online is tight.
Tightdad.com will be the number one DAd improvement site in the world. And I'll sell it to a company for so many millions. Close to a billion. I'll be set for life, no more working for wages. I go from watching bugs in the sink to sinking my teeth in my wife over a well heated room cozily in Lynwood. I'll buy a house there, and invest the rest of the money I don't give to my family.
The people are like from another planet, man. It's like, every 5 minutes, there has to be some shit started up. It's like they need it. I think they do.
Since they don't have citizenship, the only way to anchor down is to cause trouble. This is why you have crime in poor areas. The people are poor in skills, or knowledge of the country. The area or land itself is not poor. The minds upon it have poor understanding.
However, all this can be changed for the better. The people will continue to pester you. The game is bigger. They want to prove that. So let them try.
I on the other hand will get this working online. The goal is $51 dollars a day.
I start with Zap. Move to cat, then to Loop, then finally Survey Junkie. 5 days a week. This week start it out. Today if you hit, then Monday you'll clear and be able to go and do your comedy and tape it.
Make sure the Russian records it. Don't let them bilk you into thinking oh, there's nothing we can do. Make sure you get the film out. Like these survey guys, they want to gyp everybody. We figure you'll do something nice with the footage, so we want to stop you. We want to make it hard for you to win. So we'll make it really hard for you to get your footage.
Stop being a faggot.
Now let me clear something up before I go. Gay is wrong. But it's not to be condemned. I curse. I fart. I poot. I burmp. Please excuse me. But faggots, they are abominable. Faggots are people who like to start shit because their booty is hurting. Let me cause pain, inflict something. Because of me. Forget everyone else being at peace. no, it's about me all the time only. Only my ass. Faggot.
Don't be like that. Be better than the afflction. Get with The Lord and fight it.
Don't worry about these tattle tell Deacons. He was a cool dude until he screwed the wrong women. He needs to get married to someone good and stop bullshitting. It is better to marry than to burn.
I think following this gay ass game is going to get you killed. A disease or something. These Browns are trying to take the church from under you and The Lord Sent some help. Of course, like a pimp would, you use the help and demand they stay under your radar, you know, because you're a pimp. You're big time, they're small. They need to stay out the way. Never mind they helped you in the end.
All this ego is no go. Upstairs, they don't care about ego. I'm telling you this out of your own palace. Do not challenge me. You thought the thought that thought wrong. You thought to yourself, like everyone else did, oh, you are smal,, you are nothing to me. I helped you, you just play along or get on.
I guess I'll be getting on then.
Like I told my dad, I'm not playing. I can't play, Dad. Not with my money. Not with my life. We hung from trees. We were whipped and beaten. We suffered s much. Now, you want me to give it to the White man and the Latino? For what? A job. F*k a job. I'll make a job.
These Digitalos, looking to make it hard for Black people. F*k them. Let them sit on a rock. My mother in the car made a phone payment, while also on the phone with the service. The service person was going all around the bush to do their job. How worthless. What a scum. He's getting a check, and trying to check people. I hope he sleeps well at night knowing he's against The Lord's finest. Be a villain to me if you want to. See if you live long enough to see the end.
Who ever has set me up, join the club. Join the faggot followers club. Be among the most people who choose to spit in the face of people trying to do right. Of people who cast stones as if they have never done wrong. Of people who have nothing better to do than to steal. They come up off theft and laugh at you for trying to be real.
QMee is chump. They want to regulate pennies? How crummy. I hope they get a cot in a dungeon for a week. If they keep it up. If not, why suffer so hard.
It's bad enough I'm making pennies. You want to regulate those too? You scumbags.
Anyway, let me not rant too hard, but it feels good to be able to do that. Where I will be ranting I don't know. After all, you have Browntown here, and Deacon pervert, also Mexican military, and then me. I'm Jade Villaine on the raps, but in life right now, I'm poor Ju.
Lord.
What is it with all these fake people man? Are there any real niggaz left? I wonder.
I can't say I'm the realest ever. The Lord Is. But I'm close to something real. I'm not fake, I'll tell you that.
PEople want to fornicate, to let pimping, to do all manner of harm to good here. Because they've been able to do it. I suppose I'll have to move on from here soon.
My mother set me up slick. She kept doing that butt shit too. It's like they need me to be gay. I'm not gay. I'm working online. There's a difference.
I'm not putting up with anyone's shit. I don't care what the reason is, what the payout is. Shit is shit. It's wrong. I don't have or want to make time for someone else's shit.
I'm funny enough now. I went through that faze of believing I wasn't funny enough. I went through that. I went through believing stupid shit.
First of all, this Church is in Compton. You have no business in Lynwood. Get your eye off my city. Or you won't have one.
I don't care about no f*king game. f*k that shit. You little faggot ass lames. Go eat a hamburger somewhere. Stop f*king with the real niggaz land.
You keep playing this game, and see don't the Lord Put a whopping to your backside. Don't crash your car. Don't choke out. Don't get sick. You'll get all thrree f*king with me.
Having said that, I think they want me out of here. Never mind I help. The game is bigger. We'll see what happens.
In the mean time, I'm going to make this money so I can be a comedian. Bump what the world wants. The world wants men to wear dresses. I don't wear dresses. I'm not going to start.
I remember Ron. I also remember going all the way somewhere in LA and Bombing comedy at a church. The people there were like, if it's not funny, we're going to do bad things to youf family. I remember thinking, well there's no sense in me doing good. They want to do me wrong anyway. Some people.
Gentiles. I have the Jew hearing. Let's say I am a Jew. That's nice. My name is Julius. It couldn't be simpler. I don't know why you feel the way, Mr. Luntz. I don't know why this took me so long to figure out. The Mexicans alway knew.
I don't mind, but where Lord will I go? The people don't want me alive. Will I die and come to You?
I'm lonely, and weary of fighting with mongrels. But I will fight. I will stand up for what is right. Even if it kills me. It ought to not.
I remember going to a burger king in LA to pick up my check. And you want to tell me working online is worse than that? Working online is worse that catcvhing the bus to go pick up a check?
No.
Working online is tight.
Tightdad.com will be the number one DAd improvement site in the world. And I'll sell it to a company for so many millions. Close to a billion. I'll be set for life, no more working for wages. I go from watching bugs in the sink to sinking my teeth in my wife over a well heated room cozily in Lynwood. I'll buy a house there, and invest the rest of the money I don't give to my family.
The people are like from another planet, man. It's like, every 5 minutes, there has to be some shit started up. It's like they need it. I think they do.
Since they don't have citizenship, the only way to anchor down is to cause trouble. This is why you have crime in poor areas. The people are poor in skills, or knowledge of the country. The area or land itself is not poor. The minds upon it have poor understanding.
However, all this can be changed for the better. The people will continue to pester you. The game is bigger. They want to prove that. So let them try.
I on the other hand will get this working online. The goal is $51 dollars a day.
I start with Zap. Move to cat, then to Loop, then finally Survey Junkie. 5 days a week. This week start it out. Today if you hit, then Monday you'll clear and be able to go and do your comedy and tape it.
Make sure the Russian records it. Don't let them bilk you into thinking oh, there's nothing we can do. Make sure you get the film out. Like these survey guys, they want to gyp everybody. We figure you'll do something nice with the footage, so we want to stop you. We want to make it hard for you to win. So we'll make it really hard for you to get your footage.
Stop being a faggot.
Now let me clear something up before I go. Gay is wrong. But it's not to be condemned. I curse. I fart. I poot. I burmp. Please excuse me. But faggots, they are abominable. Faggots are people who like to start shit because their booty is hurting. Let me cause pain, inflict something. Because of me. Forget everyone else being at peace. no, it's about me all the time only. Only my ass. Faggot.
Don't be like that. Be better than the afflction. Get with The Lord and fight it.
Don't worry about these tattle tell Deacons. He was a cool dude until he screwed the wrong women. He needs to get married to someone good and stop bullshitting. It is better to marry than to burn.
I think following this gay ass game is going to get you killed. A disease or something. These Browns are trying to take the church from under you and The Lord Sent some help. Of course, like a pimp would, you use the help and demand they stay under your radar, you know, because you're a pimp. You're big time, they're small. They need to stay out the way. Never mind they helped you in the end.
All this ego is no go. Upstairs, they don't care about ego. I'm telling you this out of your own palace. Do not challenge me. You thought the thought that thought wrong. You thought to yourself, like everyone else did, oh, you are smal,, you are nothing to me. I helped you, you just play along or get on.
I guess I'll be getting on then.
Like I told my dad, I'm not playing. I can't play, Dad. Not with my money. Not with my life. We hung from trees. We were whipped and beaten. We suffered s much. Now, you want me to give it to the White man and the Latino? For what? A job. F*k a job. I'll make a job.
These Digitalos, looking to make it hard for Black people. F*k them. Let them sit on a rock. My mother in the car made a phone payment, while also on the phone with the service. The service person was going all around the bush to do their job. How worthless. What a scum. He's getting a check, and trying to check people. I hope he sleeps well at night knowing he's against The Lord's finest. Be a villain to me if you want to. See if you live long enough to see the end.
Who ever has set me up, join the club. Join the faggot followers club. Be among the most people who choose to spit in the face of people trying to do right. Of people who cast stones as if they have never done wrong. Of people who have nothing better to do than to steal. They come up off theft and laugh at you for trying to be real.
QMee is chump. They want to regulate pennies? How crummy. I hope they get a cot in a dungeon for a week. If they keep it up. If not, why suffer so hard.
It's bad enough I'm making pennies. You want to regulate those too? You scumbags.
Anyway, let me not rant too hard, but it feels good to be able to do that. Where I will be ranting I don't know. After all, you have Browntown here, and Deacon pervert, also Mexican military, and then me. I'm Jade Villaine on the raps, but in life right now, I'm poor Ju.
Lord.
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