Another round of old spice tight. Right on, right? I have no plays for players. Let me get started.
First of all Thank Lord Jesus Christ. I want to Thank God, but I put the Lord first because many n---- I will not name names hard, they use the Lord in vain. They try to take what they did not make. They steal. But then, some do not.
I saw a young man I've seen before. But this time, he was clean. He was fresh cut. He looked good. He looked presentabble, real. He looked like a young man you could do business with. Not me, but someone. I don't think he was out here for me, but he was looking good. Good for him.
A lady came to the church. She was healthy, and thin, She bent over, and reminded me of a wife giving her body to her husband. She was in a position like, "Here, take what you want Daddy." If she was Mommy, I would have.
But she was cool. The pastor came. He showed up and asked for her to leave. I have to close the church up now. I realize it was for the safety of the building. And also, the safety of all the ppeople who rent here. I don't know anything about the money. I just lodge here.
I am thankful to be alive. Grateful rather. I ate a pork sausage. I feel shortchanged in life. I feel like I keep doing the things I need to do, but I keep getting better results. On my routine, someone gave me $40. I appreciated that, but analyzed it to be eithe the Lord blessing me, or saying what I am doing is getting old.
Think of it, the old woman. Why would she be so old? Is it because Baker is in my family? Is it because I need to help her? Is it because she is vulnerable, and I needn't take advantage of her? She's not my wife, but I do care for her. There was another woman like her, a Brown.
This Brown was very clean. She was a virgin. She was stout, she had big tits. She was nice to look upon. But she was a virgin at 50. She didn't look 50, she was pretty, but the whole aim was to get me to come there and sleep with her.
She didn't say this, I did. I just felt it was not appropriate. I don't fornicate. This is right because, I don't want to burn for a piece of booty I could have left on earth. What about Heaven? Are there titties in Heaven? Do big breasts full of sweet milk give themselves to the men there? I hope to know.
What about Brenda's Titties? Don't you want to suck them? Yes, but only if she wants them sucked by me. I don't know how to go about it. She told me to leave her alone, so I'm not a stalker. I don't want to be attracted to someone who doesn't want me around. That would make me a creep, right? Yes it would.
But still, I love her. I don't mind saying that. I say it all the time.
Sister Ada was fussy all day. I mean the whole time. It was on schedule. So was Sister Flint. They are in the game. They don't care if the game is bad. They are in it. They don't care if people steal off the game. They are in it. They wanted to act bad, so see me suffer. Those Browns, they either know the game well and participate, or they put chips in to make it like that. I don't know whose worse - the kids playing it or the people designing different parts of it. Either way, they gotta pay. God don't like ugly.
The best way I can put it is - I love my Moma. I love my family. All the people who held me down - I love you. I wish to hold you down many more times, if it is right. I can hold you down when you are doing good respectable.
So no mics were stolen, nothing was taken, no problems nothing. I do need to take a bath. I smell like roasted roach. I think that's nasty. Plus I have a pinch of rice in the kitchen.
I meant to go get some money today but did not. I don't think 30 dollars is the reason to travel. I am outgrowing the 30 dollar limit. There was a time that was a lot of money. Now, that is a drop of money. I need at least $350 to feel good about my pockets. I need at least 350 now. I need to make at least $350 a week.
That's not hard to do with a job. But online, you have to do some gymnastic working hard to get that out. You need to know someone, know something, or know where to get something to even quualify.
I remember getting weed with Markeesh. I was with him and some other guys, all while someone was at Brenda's house wearing her out. It makes me mad to think, that while I was innocent hearted, I was among those who had no heart left. They'd been hurt, and they had no intention of looking back. They were free of emotion about what they were doing in the back of that Chinese restaurant. I was among them, like a fool. But I didn't know.
People might think I'm gay. I'm not. I'm far from gay, don't like dick, not counting my own. I love woman, her body, her curves. I was just so bad with them before. Growing up, I had no way with women, or girls. But they always found they're way into my lap, my shoulder, my heart. They found their way in. So fellas, don't chase women. Get your career and be a good man. She'll come if you're lucky. If you serve God, serve The Lord, do right, and keep it tight, I'm sure you'll find the right one. The Lord Can Place her near.
I think if I ever love again, I'd be miserable to her. I'd treat her good. We'd have salad. But deep down, I'd want Brenda. I'd want the first woman to kiss me so to actually follow through. Stay the course. Love the man until death. See what the reward is for honor. For loyalty. Why do I have a headache on my right side? Because of dehydration.
I think the people are out to get me. I think the people are against me. Why are they Lord? Why does it feel so good to be rude to me? Why do people get happy for trying to make my life a percentage harder? What have I done to deserve this? I'm sure I've done something.
I may have missed the point when Sister Ada, I love Carolyn, the whole church too, gave Sister Flint the cookie. Why did she give it away to her and not me? Why did she give her the cookie and not me? Is it something I did.
Finally, Minister Brown said something to Sister Ada, and I found out Sister Ada was gone. Minister Brown also seems to dislike me. She seems to want to insult me. I am tired of this, Lord. Can it be stopped?
My goal: I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35.
In the NAme of The Most Holy Lord Jesus Christ I pray, Amen.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
You realize it's just flesh if it ain't love.
I know nothing. This is the teaching I have. Yet, Lord, you realize it's just flesh if you don't love her. I do love her, so it's not just flesh.
I sit in the sanctuary/ Perhaps I should sit somewhere closer to the door, which I have now.
I put the clothes out for the yard sale. We call it Yard activity now. It's called yard activity for some other reason, so I won't get into thaqt here.
Instead, I'm going to ask you, even show a trivia - can you name all 50 stateS?
You don't have to asnswer that, but it's a trivia. Thanks Mexicans. Lord, You Dis a good job with our Black PEople.
What's going to be on the playlist? Where will you use this pencil?
As I walked outside, I saw a pencil. I don't know whose it is, but it's a pencil I plan to use. On what I don't know.
The old lady spit out a donut. It wasn't a donut she liked. I got the impression we would be fast friends. But like anything fast, it doesn't last long.
She has a nice big house full of crap. I don't know how much is in there, but it's a lot. If someone came in there to clean, it'd take about a day. 24 full hours to work. I love Brenda still. Don't worry about that. I really do love her.
But I'm tripping! She said to leave her alone. I'd be a fool not to. I don't want to go to jail.
Jail wipe is tight, but sad. Why do you have to do it? For some people. They won't learn unless you do. I learned this. I sure love Los Angeles.
The bottom line of faith with the good Saturday Morning is this - you got to get along. Get along with life. The Lord Gave You. So live with it. You know you love her. Give her some space to learn. Don't give IN to the game. Just learn to navigate life as you already have.
I like the strides you are making with your meditation. You're doing good with that. Keep up the good work and you will see. There is more to life than meets the eye. Or the ear. Or any sense by itself. IF you are still regarding senses alone, then you are still learning those senses. You are learning to hear. Learning to see. LEarning to feel. You are learning.
Once you have learned, you can touch the gate more accurately. Come to think of it, you need people to excite your prostate. To touch your scrotum. To append your vein. I know you Love Brenda. She loves oyu, ithe Church sanctuary. The organ. The mixer. The seats where the staff sits. All of this is in the Church.
Holding the gate is sacred. You laugh and say, this is just a gate. This is a gate Rev. Threadgill touched. He touched the gate. He was there. This is like reporting.
Pat Harvey is fine. For a reporter. Brenda is fine. For a woman. Ha, I don't know why I laughed. IT's the scenery. I'm here typing in a church. Is this a sin? I hope not, because I want to keep typing.
I remember Jackie, and Dad. Dad was a nMexican man. From Monterrey. I don't know if that's true, but that's what I think about him. If I'm wrong, I apologize. No sense in talking about where someone is from if you don't know.
But this man has a gorgeous wife. And two gorgeous kids. One of thesm is married now, and the other one I don't know. I think by now, someone got to her. She had big tits when I saw her.
But still, Brenda. I don't want to get in trouble. Why and how, Lord. The woman said leave...
"Be with it."
What does that mean, Lord? Does it mean be with the game, with the program.
"With her ways."
Ok, does this mean witchcraft? Things I don't like? Going away from the home to worship, but not Lord Jesus Christ?
"Put them."
So it's a cupboard thing? It's like putting some things in the cabinet. You do this you do that, I love you, I forgive, but I don't agree. You don't have to be forced to Snow White me, but you love Lord, mme enough to show I care. I love you. EI want you. I need you to be here to squeeze in the morning. And put my penis in.
I think all that for a few moments to hang with ladies is fine. It might be more than that, but I love her yet and still. And "it's not witchcraft." Ok. I won't contest you. I love you. Give me a kiss.
I have this pencil from the ground. What do I do with it, Lord. Keep it. and write with it. Do calculations with it. Do tallies with it, like write all you did. Then, store it. Put it somewhere you won't lose it. Put it in the altar somewhere.
I have a feeling the Tates will be using that closet again. I don't want to help myself to the space I didn't earn. I didn't put chocolate bars on the hampers in the early days. I didn't fry chicken to raise money. I didn't eat cheese without fish that one time. I wasn't there.
I was here. I am here now. Awaiting Sister Ada. Is she coming? What happened? Let me find out she's not coming. I'll lock the gate and have the yard sale another time. I'd rather do that than do it myself. Two people at least for the yard sale. I thought alson online. Can you sell the clothes online? Can you, piece by piece, put the items on ebay, or offer up? Can you make money that way? Sell the clothes for little to nothing, and charge shipping. Whatever you don't sell today, do it like that.
But how will you get the clothes out?
Set the store up and call a meeting. Show the people the store and explain you are selling the items online. Use the tablet to demonstrate the site.
Take a screenshot. Make sure they can't touch it. When they look. Then they will see. "Oh, ok." That's how, then you ask who will take the orders to Amazon.
Who will deliver the orders to the post office? You probably. Thank you, streets. Thank You.
I sit in the sanctuary/ Perhaps I should sit somewhere closer to the door, which I have now.
I put the clothes out for the yard sale. We call it Yard activity now. It's called yard activity for some other reason, so I won't get into thaqt here.
Instead, I'm going to ask you, even show a trivia - can you name all 50 stateS?
You don't have to asnswer that, but it's a trivia. Thanks Mexicans. Lord, You Dis a good job with our Black PEople.
What's going to be on the playlist? Where will you use this pencil?
As I walked outside, I saw a pencil. I don't know whose it is, but it's a pencil I plan to use. On what I don't know.
The old lady spit out a donut. It wasn't a donut she liked. I got the impression we would be fast friends. But like anything fast, it doesn't last long.
She has a nice big house full of crap. I don't know how much is in there, but it's a lot. If someone came in there to clean, it'd take about a day. 24 full hours to work. I love Brenda still. Don't worry about that. I really do love her.
But I'm tripping! She said to leave her alone. I'd be a fool not to. I don't want to go to jail.
Jail wipe is tight, but sad. Why do you have to do it? For some people. They won't learn unless you do. I learned this. I sure love Los Angeles.
The bottom line of faith with the good Saturday Morning is this - you got to get along. Get along with life. The Lord Gave You. So live with it. You know you love her. Give her some space to learn. Don't give IN to the game. Just learn to navigate life as you already have.
I like the strides you are making with your meditation. You're doing good with that. Keep up the good work and you will see. There is more to life than meets the eye. Or the ear. Or any sense by itself. IF you are still regarding senses alone, then you are still learning those senses. You are learning to hear. Learning to see. LEarning to feel. You are learning.
Once you have learned, you can touch the gate more accurately. Come to think of it, you need people to excite your prostate. To touch your scrotum. To append your vein. I know you Love Brenda. She loves oyu, ithe Church sanctuary. The organ. The mixer. The seats where the staff sits. All of this is in the Church.
Holding the gate is sacred. You laugh and say, this is just a gate. This is a gate Rev. Threadgill touched. He touched the gate. He was there. This is like reporting.
Pat Harvey is fine. For a reporter. Brenda is fine. For a woman. Ha, I don't know why I laughed. IT's the scenery. I'm here typing in a church. Is this a sin? I hope not, because I want to keep typing.
I remember Jackie, and Dad. Dad was a nMexican man. From Monterrey. I don't know if that's true, but that's what I think about him. If I'm wrong, I apologize. No sense in talking about where someone is from if you don't know.
But this man has a gorgeous wife. And two gorgeous kids. One of thesm is married now, and the other one I don't know. I think by now, someone got to her. She had big tits when I saw her.
But still, Brenda. I don't want to get in trouble. Why and how, Lord. The woman said leave...
"Be with it."
What does that mean, Lord? Does it mean be with the game, with the program.
"With her ways."
Ok, does this mean witchcraft? Things I don't like? Going away from the home to worship, but not Lord Jesus Christ?
"Put them."
So it's a cupboard thing? It's like putting some things in the cabinet. You do this you do that, I love you, I forgive, but I don't agree. You don't have to be forced to Snow White me, but you love Lord, mme enough to show I care. I love you. EI want you. I need you to be here to squeeze in the morning. And put my penis in.
I think all that for a few moments to hang with ladies is fine. It might be more than that, but I love her yet and still. And "it's not witchcraft." Ok. I won't contest you. I love you. Give me a kiss.
I have this pencil from the ground. What do I do with it, Lord. Keep it. and write with it. Do calculations with it. Do tallies with it, like write all you did. Then, store it. Put it somewhere you won't lose it. Put it in the altar somewhere.
I have a feeling the Tates will be using that closet again. I don't want to help myself to the space I didn't earn. I didn't put chocolate bars on the hampers in the early days. I didn't fry chicken to raise money. I didn't eat cheese without fish that one time. I wasn't there.
I was here. I am here now. Awaiting Sister Ada. Is she coming? What happened? Let me find out she's not coming. I'll lock the gate and have the yard sale another time. I'd rather do that than do it myself. Two people at least for the yard sale. I thought alson online. Can you sell the clothes online? Can you, piece by piece, put the items on ebay, or offer up? Can you make money that way? Sell the clothes for little to nothing, and charge shipping. Whatever you don't sell today, do it like that.
But how will you get the clothes out?
Set the store up and call a meeting. Show the people the store and explain you are selling the items online. Use the tablet to demonstrate the site.
Take a screenshot. Make sure they can't touch it. When they look. Then they will see. "Oh, ok." That's how, then you ask who will take the orders to Amazon.
Who will deliver the orders to the post office? You probably. Thank you, streets. Thank You.
Friday, November 1, 2019
Mi imprint will still be here
Because I care about the people, and I care about the neighbors. I care. The Lord Cares.
We care for you. But there are those who don't.
You didn't make a fuss about the roaches in the Church. You made a fuss about the roaches in your clothes. You didn't want roaches in your clothes, and didn't want to take the risk of them beingin there. So you made up a story about the rest of the church being effected.
Stop using my shit and putting it back on me. Like I'm a dummy or someone who doesn't know any better. I think youought to be ashamed of yourself, seeing the way you carry on.
You know better.
I helped a lady today. I picked her up, and felt good about it. It's the first time I've held a woman in quite a while. I don't think I'll be holding her too often, for she might want to give me head.
Which I'd refuse. She's 81.
But still in all, I got $40. And juice, and donuts. I feel good about that. I don't feel particularly good about having to deflect the nonsense of people. Why do they do this, in the store. Why do they come against me, in the market? What have I done to deserve this? Nothing.
It was this old game of "Get the black" for free. Get the black people's stuff and use it on them, for free. They're not stupoid, but we'll act like they are. And we are better than them. I don't agree with that. We are smart. I am smart. I know I am smart, I know I am powerful. I know The Lord Loves me. I know that much. But I know nothing.
This I have been taught by Mr. Banfield. Years ago, I learned to be humble. By the way, take a bath. When you wash your a--, maybe you'll have a better understanding.
I don't understand. I am not going to fall in line with madness. You brought that riggity ragged sh-- here. But I'm not into that. I don't think we need to be into that here.
Bottom line there is that you have a little time left to use my power against me. As I improve, you'll give more and more back. Until finally, you give it all back. To Lord, to me, and to yourself. Youwere stealing because your self esteem was low.
Brenda, I hope she is ok. I love her, but she told me to go. I harp, but at one time, it was all about that. Now, I must relax. I can't find a new one. There is no new Brenda.
I don't know what to do there, Lord. Pray, yes, I'll do that. I'll pray until my heart stops. If I love her, I don't think it has to.
I'll bathe, I'm scratching now. I like to get man-dirty. Showing the Lord I still got it. I can still get down. I can still handdle. I'm not all sugar free yet. I can still work and buff a sweat.
The Backyard has a tree in it that needs to be cut down. Now I don't think I need to cut down the tree. Instead, I'll clean around the tree, and then hire someone else to come in and cut the tree. After all, the right equipment makes it all right.
But what about the people coming and putting their imprint. They come and put their tag, and they want you to pay for it. More get the black stuff. Why do they do this Lord?
I'm tired of worrying about it. I think if people want to disrespect others to get paid, they need to really think about their future. We're on Earth for a while, then we leave. Where will you go?
I hope Heaven. I hope I go to Heaven too. There may be people who don't want me to go. But I still hope to go to Heaven when I die.
But having said that, on the EArth here now, without Brenda sucks. It sucks becuase I love her. But I've been talking this love sh-- for a while. If it's really true, where's the money? Where is the career? Where is the car? Where is the house? Where are the keys? Where is luxury?
It's here. In the mind. In Lord's eyesight. In the advantage of Lord Jesus Christ. He knows how it's supposed to go.
If I had a job, I couldn't help the old lady. Patricia Baker. I wouldn't have been there to pick her up off the floor.
I am glad to have done that. Ms. Baker isn't the only one I have helped. I remember there was a building full of just every kind of miscellaneous they had out. It was madness. And the man lived like a rat. But he was from the Military. He knoew better. He was trained well.
I see the nature of man. People don't want to respect, don't want to love. But they want love, they want respect. Where will it come from, if you don't want to give it?
I know The Lord. I remember Leslie, who is on TV now, gave me some weed to help her move. She also taught me to drive, by letting me borrow her car. This was the first time I drove.
Lemme tell you this story for the night. I was with Devon, and I played the guitar in front of his Father's Black, meth smoking neighbor. I knew it was meth, but I don't know how. I just know now. Maybe it wasn't, but that's what I remember about the man.
So as I was playing lousy guitar, the Black man was applauding my effort, saying things like "Yea,", and sh--. Devon's Dad had been playing for 30 years. He was in a band. I couldn't hold a lick. But the Black man supported.
Now, I am asleep. Suddenly, I hear Devon's Dad scream out "Nooo!!!" and SLAM the door. Glass above my head shattered. If the glass shards had fallen on me, I could have gotten cut, or pierced. I was unhurt by the grace of God. No glass even touched me. This was at 5am.
I hauled a-- out of there. I got the f---- on that morning. And I drove back to Leslie's house. This was the first time I got on the freeway.
I have a lot of embarrasing moments in life I am ashamed of. Like a funeral I did a video for and lost. To this day, I am indebted to the family. I am afraid for when their Grandmother dies, I don't want them to seek revenge on me. VBut I cannot be afraid. The people may want bloodshed, but not their house.
And if they want it, that's where it's coming first. It's coming to visit them, who want it.
Lord, forgive those who trespass against me. You Alone know the ways of man. What is right and what is not. You aalone know what it correct. I cannot speak for others. But I know I havew done wrong, and I apologize. Ms. Skinner says I am "not sorry" I apologize. I am not a sorry man.
And I'm not sorry. I am a good man. I have been told this. I shall claim it.
I don't know what the hold up is with the people, why they don't this or that. But it only matters to you. Each of us had to seek our own salvation. I can't make you act right. You can't make me avct wrong.
Those people have to answer to The Lord for what they did. They had no right to talk to me in that way. They spoke to me out of decency. But they caught themselves. Because they knew, when the gavel pressed, they would be guilty. There was no problem until they got here.
Then suddenly. So just as suddenly there is not. There will be no problem here. This is a church. This is not a home, a shop, a gas station, a kick it spot, a rest stop. This is The House of The Lord.
We all know this. We reach for what is familiar, but hold contempt for it. Why? BBecause we are afraid.
We are afraid to change. I am afraid to do my best because, if I do my best, then I will see what I have. If I delude myself, If I tell myself I am progressing, I am working, when really I am not, then at least I feel like I am working. But when your stomach is growling, then you'll see you were really not doing any work. You growl, and a good man will not steal, but earn. A bad man will slick his hair, and steal.
He will see who has the berries. Who has fruit they picked. He will eat their fruit, if they let him.
I snatched lightly a bowl of pasta from the lady at the market. I wasn't mad, I was clowning. But it was in response to her rudeness. She was running the gavel on me. She was listening to signals from other Mexicans in the store. They were telling her and she was responding to them about me. I walked up, and she was going to put me in my place. "You Black" it seemed. So I took control. I took back control of the moment. You can't get my sh-- and use it against me like I am a slave. Like, "We can do this and there's nothing you can do about it." I hate that behavior.
It's not right. Why do you feel I can't do anything about you? What are you doing I can't do anything about? Why do you need me if you don't want to respect? Why don't you respect and learn more?
When we respect, we learn more. Who will teach you the secrets if you will betray them? Do you have to betray? Is is it a sexual thing? Does it get you off to be rude to me? Does it excite you? Does it make your man feel more pride? What is it? I know the answer is not something I will hear unless you're down to be real.
I have to be real. I was taught this.
Willie Webster taught me this. I ditched school, and he lectured me for three hours. He talked to me about being real, not lying, having respect. How hard they work, what it takes to make it, being a real Black man. He gave me three precious hours of his time. And all I gave him was a lie. I feel like a sore loser now that I think of it.
I deserve what I get then. If I do better, I'll get better.
Take better care of your life. You'll see things change quickly. I love you for listening. I have more to write, but I'll save it for the other blogs. There are more.
I like to vent here. I feel like The Lord is allowing me to speak my peace. I don't need war. I need peace to operate. Others, they are leeches. They don't have the ability, or the authority to lead. They've stolen it all. It is only in my triumph I will see triumph at all. For the thief has no substance.
I hope they get it together. I have no threat for them. There is no warning, no "You better not" moment. I pray for them now:
Each soul, Let them know You, Lord.
In the Name of Lord Jesus Christ I pray,
Amen.
In all labor there is profit.
My goal to reach:
I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
We care for you. But there are those who don't.
You didn't make a fuss about the roaches in the Church. You made a fuss about the roaches in your clothes. You didn't want roaches in your clothes, and didn't want to take the risk of them beingin there. So you made up a story about the rest of the church being effected.
Stop using my shit and putting it back on me. Like I'm a dummy or someone who doesn't know any better. I think youought to be ashamed of yourself, seeing the way you carry on.
You know better.
I helped a lady today. I picked her up, and felt good about it. It's the first time I've held a woman in quite a while. I don't think I'll be holding her too often, for she might want to give me head.
Which I'd refuse. She's 81.
But still in all, I got $40. And juice, and donuts. I feel good about that. I don't feel particularly good about having to deflect the nonsense of people. Why do they do this, in the store. Why do they come against me, in the market? What have I done to deserve this? Nothing.
It was this old game of "Get the black" for free. Get the black people's stuff and use it on them, for free. They're not stupoid, but we'll act like they are. And we are better than them. I don't agree with that. We are smart. I am smart. I know I am smart, I know I am powerful. I know The Lord Loves me. I know that much. But I know nothing.
This I have been taught by Mr. Banfield. Years ago, I learned to be humble. By the way, take a bath. When you wash your a--, maybe you'll have a better understanding.
I don't understand. I am not going to fall in line with madness. You brought that riggity ragged sh-- here. But I'm not into that. I don't think we need to be into that here.
Bottom line there is that you have a little time left to use my power against me. As I improve, you'll give more and more back. Until finally, you give it all back. To Lord, to me, and to yourself. Youwere stealing because your self esteem was low.
Brenda, I hope she is ok. I love her, but she told me to go. I harp, but at one time, it was all about that. Now, I must relax. I can't find a new one. There is no new Brenda.
I don't know what to do there, Lord. Pray, yes, I'll do that. I'll pray until my heart stops. If I love her, I don't think it has to.
I'll bathe, I'm scratching now. I like to get man-dirty. Showing the Lord I still got it. I can still get down. I can still handdle. I'm not all sugar free yet. I can still work and buff a sweat.
The Backyard has a tree in it that needs to be cut down. Now I don't think I need to cut down the tree. Instead, I'll clean around the tree, and then hire someone else to come in and cut the tree. After all, the right equipment makes it all right.
But what about the people coming and putting their imprint. They come and put their tag, and they want you to pay for it. More get the black stuff. Why do they do this Lord?
I'm tired of worrying about it. I think if people want to disrespect others to get paid, they need to really think about their future. We're on Earth for a while, then we leave. Where will you go?
I hope Heaven. I hope I go to Heaven too. There may be people who don't want me to go. But I still hope to go to Heaven when I die.
But having said that, on the EArth here now, without Brenda sucks. It sucks becuase I love her. But I've been talking this love sh-- for a while. If it's really true, where's the money? Where is the career? Where is the car? Where is the house? Where are the keys? Where is luxury?
It's here. In the mind. In Lord's eyesight. In the advantage of Lord Jesus Christ. He knows how it's supposed to go.
If I had a job, I couldn't help the old lady. Patricia Baker. I wouldn't have been there to pick her up off the floor.
I am glad to have done that. Ms. Baker isn't the only one I have helped. I remember there was a building full of just every kind of miscellaneous they had out. It was madness. And the man lived like a rat. But he was from the Military. He knoew better. He was trained well.
I see the nature of man. People don't want to respect, don't want to love. But they want love, they want respect. Where will it come from, if you don't want to give it?
I know The Lord. I remember Leslie, who is on TV now, gave me some weed to help her move. She also taught me to drive, by letting me borrow her car. This was the first time I drove.
Lemme tell you this story for the night. I was with Devon, and I played the guitar in front of his Father's Black, meth smoking neighbor. I knew it was meth, but I don't know how. I just know now. Maybe it wasn't, but that's what I remember about the man.
So as I was playing lousy guitar, the Black man was applauding my effort, saying things like "Yea,", and sh--. Devon's Dad had been playing for 30 years. He was in a band. I couldn't hold a lick. But the Black man supported.
Now, I am asleep. Suddenly, I hear Devon's Dad scream out "Nooo!!!" and SLAM the door. Glass above my head shattered. If the glass shards had fallen on me, I could have gotten cut, or pierced. I was unhurt by the grace of God. No glass even touched me. This was at 5am.
I hauled a-- out of there. I got the f---- on that morning. And I drove back to Leslie's house. This was the first time I got on the freeway.
I have a lot of embarrasing moments in life I am ashamed of. Like a funeral I did a video for and lost. To this day, I am indebted to the family. I am afraid for when their Grandmother dies, I don't want them to seek revenge on me. VBut I cannot be afraid. The people may want bloodshed, but not their house.
And if they want it, that's where it's coming first. It's coming to visit them, who want it.
Lord, forgive those who trespass against me. You Alone know the ways of man. What is right and what is not. You aalone know what it correct. I cannot speak for others. But I know I havew done wrong, and I apologize. Ms. Skinner says I am "not sorry" I apologize. I am not a sorry man.
And I'm not sorry. I am a good man. I have been told this. I shall claim it.
I don't know what the hold up is with the people, why they don't this or that. But it only matters to you. Each of us had to seek our own salvation. I can't make you act right. You can't make me avct wrong.
Those people have to answer to The Lord for what they did. They had no right to talk to me in that way. They spoke to me out of decency. But they caught themselves. Because they knew, when the gavel pressed, they would be guilty. There was no problem until they got here.
Then suddenly. So just as suddenly there is not. There will be no problem here. This is a church. This is not a home, a shop, a gas station, a kick it spot, a rest stop. This is The House of The Lord.
We all know this. We reach for what is familiar, but hold contempt for it. Why? BBecause we are afraid.
We are afraid to change. I am afraid to do my best because, if I do my best, then I will see what I have. If I delude myself, If I tell myself I am progressing, I am working, when really I am not, then at least I feel like I am working. But when your stomach is growling, then you'll see you were really not doing any work. You growl, and a good man will not steal, but earn. A bad man will slick his hair, and steal.
He will see who has the berries. Who has fruit they picked. He will eat their fruit, if they let him.
I snatched lightly a bowl of pasta from the lady at the market. I wasn't mad, I was clowning. But it was in response to her rudeness. She was running the gavel on me. She was listening to signals from other Mexicans in the store. They were telling her and she was responding to them about me. I walked up, and she was going to put me in my place. "You Black" it seemed. So I took control. I took back control of the moment. You can't get my sh-- and use it against me like I am a slave. Like, "We can do this and there's nothing you can do about it." I hate that behavior.
It's not right. Why do you feel I can't do anything about you? What are you doing I can't do anything about? Why do you need me if you don't want to respect? Why don't you respect and learn more?
When we respect, we learn more. Who will teach you the secrets if you will betray them? Do you have to betray? Is is it a sexual thing? Does it get you off to be rude to me? Does it excite you? Does it make your man feel more pride? What is it? I know the answer is not something I will hear unless you're down to be real.
I have to be real. I was taught this.
Willie Webster taught me this. I ditched school, and he lectured me for three hours. He talked to me about being real, not lying, having respect. How hard they work, what it takes to make it, being a real Black man. He gave me three precious hours of his time. And all I gave him was a lie. I feel like a sore loser now that I think of it.
I deserve what I get then. If I do better, I'll get better.
Take better care of your life. You'll see things change quickly. I love you for listening. I have more to write, but I'll save it for the other blogs. There are more.
I like to vent here. I feel like The Lord is allowing me to speak my peace. I don't need war. I need peace to operate. Others, they are leeches. They don't have the ability, or the authority to lead. They've stolen it all. It is only in my triumph I will see triumph at all. For the thief has no substance.
I hope they get it together. I have no threat for them. There is no warning, no "You better not" moment. I pray for them now:
Each soul, Let them know You, Lord.
In the Name of Lord Jesus Christ I pray,
Amen.
In all labor there is profit.
My goal to reach:
I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
Whatre you working for?
Is it to get paid? I mean that's noble. Gosh it's cold here. It's colder than a Black woman let down.
Nothing is more treasuraed than a black woman. Those big titties, that chocolate skin. That's the bom. I wake up and grab at my wife's titties and suck, then enter her . I stroke her with my penis and infiltrate all her riches. I cum, busting a nut inside her precious vagina.
I am husband yet again.
She will lay there, defeated. I will get up, use the bathroom and fix breakfast. For me. She will get cereal.
Buecasuse I'm a bad cook. I'll throw some fires on the stove, and this week there is no stove.
It's like that here. You can't use that here or this here. You're just assed out until further notice. It's like that and it was like that before I got here so...
I had a dream. Lassado, and those kids from the store were in it. The kids were acting bad, about to fight. They were in a n auditorium. The kids were captured by some white woman.
I had a black Compton hat on I wanted to give to the kids. they had been molested. I find, because it was cold and I didn't want to get up, that the butt plug forming in my rectum was the reason for pressure on my prostate - which meant I was going to geet hard. This is the reason for some morning wood.
You have pressure -I'll have to continue this lateter. RIP John Witherspoon.
Nothing is more treasuraed than a black woman. Those big titties, that chocolate skin. That's the bom. I wake up and grab at my wife's titties and suck, then enter her . I stroke her with my penis and infiltrate all her riches. I cum, busting a nut inside her precious vagina.
I am husband yet again.
She will lay there, defeated. I will get up, use the bathroom and fix breakfast. For me. She will get cereal.
Buecasuse I'm a bad cook. I'll throw some fires on the stove, and this week there is no stove.
It's like that here. You can't use that here or this here. You're just assed out until further notice. It's like that and it was like that before I got here so...
I had a dream. Lassado, and those kids from the store were in it. The kids were acting bad, about to fight. They were in a n auditorium. The kids were captured by some white woman.
I had a black Compton hat on I wanted to give to the kids. they had been molested. I find, because it was cold and I didn't want to get up, that the butt plug forming in my rectum was the reason for pressure on my prostate - which meant I was going to geet hard. This is the reason for some morning wood.
You have pressure -I'll have to continue this lateter. RIP John Witherspoon.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
I've been through enough to know better.
Of course, this doesn't mean I can't learn anything else. This also doesn't mean the people around me can't learn a thing or two either.
I don't want to be a pest anywhere. I won't be one here. The people around me around me aren't going to be pests either. This is not pest zone.
We serve The Lord here. There is no other task. Every step is for the Lord, or iit is not made. This mean, you have due diligence to uphold. Do your best, and stop f0- ing around. I don't have time to be playing with little ass kid games.
Having said that, we have Church to uphold also. All of us. You and I. The little rats, the vipers this, people will play without warning, and no regard for h---. You're going if you're messing with me. It's almost a sure ticket.
But I don't hold that against you. See, a thief will never quit. They can't. If they stand still, they will be consumed by all they have stolen. They have no regard of their own. They need you to feed from. Their only desire to seek more. They are like the roaches, theives. No worth, and scattering everywhere.
But still, The Lord is there. He helps even the theif.
So if the Lord has regard for the thief, he'll have regard for You who listen, and do not steal.
The drain was out. I put some hot water down, and emptied the bowl. I did all I could do there. The basin where the water gathers is covered with slime - leftover oil and different fragments of food. This is all a gnarliness unneeded near. I can empty that out.
Kids, there will always be people against the good. Because there's good to feed from. There may be ten critters, but they all know to feed on one flower. When that flower is done, the critters scatter to another flower, and eat that.
So how is man any different? Men act all the same in such manner. Take what is there, then depart to search for more.
But what if man looked inside of themselves? What would they find then? How many layers of cavern must you go in to find it all. You won't find it all in this lifetime.
Instead, you'll be treated to new and imroved versions of what you've already found. The people from before don't have a clue of what's going on. They are clueless. And so you help them. They have no place but to cause trouble. Trouble is where they live.
The peace that captures me comes from The Lord. God made The Lord, but The Lord you answer to. Not unlike those days in North Hollywood.
When I stayed for a month with Mr. Newman. I was allowed by my then friend Isaac Newman to stay in his house and go to school from there.
I got too happy with the stability and stayed all there off school days, I sat in the living room, hung out, used the radio. All that. What an embarrassment.
It all culminated when we worked at Siz Flags. While there, this friend left me out there with no ride home. Now, with no way back home, and no ride, no money, I was stuck. The first time, DEven came and got me.
It was an afternoon, and Devon came and got me. Mr. Mangelsen, Devon's dad, came to the rescue. I didn't give him any gas money, anything. A thank you. I never forgot that.
Thats why big titty Nikea stayed with Devon. She was stout, for me even, but not so. She and Devon had a child. I don't feel bad about that now.
In other news, the second time. Isaac left me out there, this time for some girl. I don't know why. But he did. I wanted to hang out with the bosses. They heard Mobb Deep one time and were hooked. I was the uncool black man, but I was cool because I was black. It blew their minds.
Here was this black kid, who was cool, but he wasn't cool enough to the other kids. They always kept me down and teased me. This is because of what we see now - they knew then.
So here it is, with kids. They tend toward coolness. If all the kids are cool, the kids all win. That's what you want. For the kids to all win.
You don't want somebody sucking off of you and being rude about it, like a pimp. You want someone whose not sucking at all, at least not intentional.
You want someone who is good enough at being a human to at least try to be authentic.
Down motorcycle guy gets a prop. I'll use man, not guy. Guy is a letter away from Gay. This is important, because I don't want to be directly associated with gay. I'm not against them, but you know that's wrong man. Raping another man in the butt and calling that progress? You know that's wrong man.
I don't agree with gay. But I agree with progress.
Now is the big story. My Mother came and got me. She came by, and picked up pher kid. Her son at 11pm at night. I knew then that The Mexicans had a line. You can only hang with them for so long, until it's over with.
I had a friend for almost 20 years. He tried to hang. But then he started tripping and veering away. This is because he was growing up. He had kids now, new life. He didn't want to be acknowledged by me anymore.
He took to the heart the thoughts I was having. He took to heart the various things I expressed to him. He wanted also to show he was not afraid of black people. All this because he was growing up.
It came down to the last moment, where he was supposed to give me a ride somewhere. He didn't wait for me. I don't know why he didn't wait, but he decided not to.
He said something, but it was an excuse. He drove all the way over here to leave in 5 mins? 10 mins? Impossible. He was here to tell me that he didn't approve of me anymore.
He was here to tell his Mexicanos he was done, through, with his friend. He doesn't need my friendship anymore. He doesn't value my friendship enough to waith 10 minutes.
But you know, I am not upset. I got over that, but I'm telling the story now. If you tell it out, you can see what you're missing.
I saw earlier yesterday the problem. Its a knot in my work ethic. Here is what I mean:
I was pushing buttons to get paid. Ok, I do that all day long. So when I'm doing this (while treacherous people are grinding away at my anal cavity)He decies to realize I am only pressing buttons. That's all I am doing now. So why can't I get paid to do that and just relax? Can I enjoy getting paid?
That's the thing. I can now enjoy getting paid. That's a good thing. But remember, there's more to work that joy. The main fabric of work is consistency.
If you keep it up, within weeks you'll achieve mastery. There won't be a dry eye in the house when you tell this story. It doesn't defeat anyone, it makes a simple point - everyone can't be on to. The Lord is there. Step aside.
When I got the message, that I was trying to be number one, not the Lord, I was stunned. Shocked. How could I be so cruel? How could the neighborhood, as I ride by on the bus, be so foreign when I know how to work. Why put up with other people's learning any more when I have (Yoshi) my own?
I know I have learning to do. You do, and everyone else as well. But that doesn't make sense to fight mine if you want yours. This is what I learned about people today.
The bottom line is that I care for all, and I care for me too. I'm in all, just like you and anyone else.
I don't need people trying to take my shit from me and expect to keep eating. When you start coughing up your food and seizing out, then you'll think about what's important. It's not what you're ogoing to get, but will you survive long enough to get anything else.
You don't need death and chaos to act right. You need Lord Jesus Christ. This is simple.
Mr. Alford's yard taught me this. I come to realize now he was a nice man trying to help a wayward boy. Someone who wouldn't work at a normal factory, or hold down a job. No, he was too different. It wasn't that he couldn't work. It wasn't that he was lazy. It was that he we so different a person, that only the strongest men around could relate to him. He didn't need constant attention. He didn't need supervision. He needed The Lord.
He got The Lord.
Now, for you, listener. For your diligence in listening to my meander, I'll spread a gift. The Bible Says to don't get happy for gifts. So this is a skill now. Listen:
Breath out of your nose by tipping your head slightly up. Your back must be straight. Sit in a chair.
The way I was taught, you can sit however whatever, but do it my way. What I'm telling you.
Now focus on your breath only. Any thought, take another breath. Pay attention to the breath alone. Any sound, take another breath. Any stimulus at all, take another breath.
Keep your head up. You will notice you will start to droop down. Pick your head back up.
Your head will fight. You will squirm, make peeks, follow thoughts. Come back to your breath.
What happens is, after a while your body gets in a rhythm. Then.
But I want you to get one thing before I conclude this article - how you will think about thinking now.
When you start putting your breath, you will think about little things. Then bigger. And bigger. Then FEars. That's right. Fearfulness. Where you messed up. Who can get you. What vulnerabilities you have. You will think of these things constantly at first. They will fight you! They will say, this is important, pay attention!
But take notice - without breath, you would die. Then, would those things be important? No.
So breathe only. No other focus. it's hard. But when you get good at this, you will realize how pyramids are built.
In The Name Of Lord Jesus Christ,
I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
Amen.
In all labor there is profit.
I don't want to be a pest anywhere. I won't be one here. The people around me around me aren't going to be pests either. This is not pest zone.
We serve The Lord here. There is no other task. Every step is for the Lord, or iit is not made. This mean, you have due diligence to uphold. Do your best, and stop f0- ing around. I don't have time to be playing with little ass kid games.
Having said that, we have Church to uphold also. All of us. You and I. The little rats, the vipers this, people will play without warning, and no regard for h---. You're going if you're messing with me. It's almost a sure ticket.
But I don't hold that against you. See, a thief will never quit. They can't. If they stand still, they will be consumed by all they have stolen. They have no regard of their own. They need you to feed from. Their only desire to seek more. They are like the roaches, theives. No worth, and scattering everywhere.
But still, The Lord is there. He helps even the theif.
So if the Lord has regard for the thief, he'll have regard for You who listen, and do not steal.
The drain was out. I put some hot water down, and emptied the bowl. I did all I could do there. The basin where the water gathers is covered with slime - leftover oil and different fragments of food. This is all a gnarliness unneeded near. I can empty that out.
Kids, there will always be people against the good. Because there's good to feed from. There may be ten critters, but they all know to feed on one flower. When that flower is done, the critters scatter to another flower, and eat that.
So how is man any different? Men act all the same in such manner. Take what is there, then depart to search for more.
But what if man looked inside of themselves? What would they find then? How many layers of cavern must you go in to find it all. You won't find it all in this lifetime.
Instead, you'll be treated to new and imroved versions of what you've already found. The people from before don't have a clue of what's going on. They are clueless. And so you help them. They have no place but to cause trouble. Trouble is where they live.
The peace that captures me comes from The Lord. God made The Lord, but The Lord you answer to. Not unlike those days in North Hollywood.
When I stayed for a month with Mr. Newman. I was allowed by my then friend Isaac Newman to stay in his house and go to school from there.
I got too happy with the stability and stayed all there off school days, I sat in the living room, hung out, used the radio. All that. What an embarrassment.
It all culminated when we worked at Siz Flags. While there, this friend left me out there with no ride home. Now, with no way back home, and no ride, no money, I was stuck. The first time, DEven came and got me.
It was an afternoon, and Devon came and got me. Mr. Mangelsen, Devon's dad, came to the rescue. I didn't give him any gas money, anything. A thank you. I never forgot that.
Thats why big titty Nikea stayed with Devon. She was stout, for me even, but not so. She and Devon had a child. I don't feel bad about that now.
In other news, the second time. Isaac left me out there, this time for some girl. I don't know why. But he did. I wanted to hang out with the bosses. They heard Mobb Deep one time and were hooked. I was the uncool black man, but I was cool because I was black. It blew their minds.
Here was this black kid, who was cool, but he wasn't cool enough to the other kids. They always kept me down and teased me. This is because of what we see now - they knew then.
So here it is, with kids. They tend toward coolness. If all the kids are cool, the kids all win. That's what you want. For the kids to all win.
You don't want somebody sucking off of you and being rude about it, like a pimp. You want someone whose not sucking at all, at least not intentional.
You want someone who is good enough at being a human to at least try to be authentic.
Down motorcycle guy gets a prop. I'll use man, not guy. Guy is a letter away from Gay. This is important, because I don't want to be directly associated with gay. I'm not against them, but you know that's wrong man. Raping another man in the butt and calling that progress? You know that's wrong man.
I don't agree with gay. But I agree with progress.
Now is the big story. My Mother came and got me. She came by, and picked up pher kid. Her son at 11pm at night. I knew then that The Mexicans had a line. You can only hang with them for so long, until it's over with.
I had a friend for almost 20 years. He tried to hang. But then he started tripping and veering away. This is because he was growing up. He had kids now, new life. He didn't want to be acknowledged by me anymore.
He took to the heart the thoughts I was having. He took to heart the various things I expressed to him. He wanted also to show he was not afraid of black people. All this because he was growing up.
It came down to the last moment, where he was supposed to give me a ride somewhere. He didn't wait for me. I don't know why he didn't wait, but he decided not to.
He said something, but it was an excuse. He drove all the way over here to leave in 5 mins? 10 mins? Impossible. He was here to tell me that he didn't approve of me anymore.
He was here to tell his Mexicanos he was done, through, with his friend. He doesn't need my friendship anymore. He doesn't value my friendship enough to waith 10 minutes.
But you know, I am not upset. I got over that, but I'm telling the story now. If you tell it out, you can see what you're missing.
I saw earlier yesterday the problem. Its a knot in my work ethic. Here is what I mean:
I was pushing buttons to get paid. Ok, I do that all day long. So when I'm doing this (while treacherous people are grinding away at my anal cavity)He decies to realize I am only pressing buttons. That's all I am doing now. So why can't I get paid to do that and just relax? Can I enjoy getting paid?
That's the thing. I can now enjoy getting paid. That's a good thing. But remember, there's more to work that joy. The main fabric of work is consistency.
If you keep it up, within weeks you'll achieve mastery. There won't be a dry eye in the house when you tell this story. It doesn't defeat anyone, it makes a simple point - everyone can't be on to. The Lord is there. Step aside.
When I got the message, that I was trying to be number one, not the Lord, I was stunned. Shocked. How could I be so cruel? How could the neighborhood, as I ride by on the bus, be so foreign when I know how to work. Why put up with other people's learning any more when I have (Yoshi) my own?
I know I have learning to do. You do, and everyone else as well. But that doesn't make sense to fight mine if you want yours. This is what I learned about people today.
The bottom line is that I care for all, and I care for me too. I'm in all, just like you and anyone else.
I don't need people trying to take my shit from me and expect to keep eating. When you start coughing up your food and seizing out, then you'll think about what's important. It's not what you're ogoing to get, but will you survive long enough to get anything else.
You don't need death and chaos to act right. You need Lord Jesus Christ. This is simple.
Mr. Alford's yard taught me this. I come to realize now he was a nice man trying to help a wayward boy. Someone who wouldn't work at a normal factory, or hold down a job. No, he was too different. It wasn't that he couldn't work. It wasn't that he was lazy. It was that he we so different a person, that only the strongest men around could relate to him. He didn't need constant attention. He didn't need supervision. He needed The Lord.
He got The Lord.
Now, for you, listener. For your diligence in listening to my meander, I'll spread a gift. The Bible Says to don't get happy for gifts. So this is a skill now. Listen:
Breath out of your nose by tipping your head slightly up. Your back must be straight. Sit in a chair.
The way I was taught, you can sit however whatever, but do it my way. What I'm telling you.
Now focus on your breath only. Any thought, take another breath. Pay attention to the breath alone. Any sound, take another breath. Any stimulus at all, take another breath.
Keep your head up. You will notice you will start to droop down. Pick your head back up.
Your head will fight. You will squirm, make peeks, follow thoughts. Come back to your breath.
What happens is, after a while your body gets in a rhythm. Then.
But I want you to get one thing before I conclude this article - how you will think about thinking now.
When you start putting your breath, you will think about little things. Then bigger. And bigger. Then FEars. That's right. Fearfulness. Where you messed up. Who can get you. What vulnerabilities you have. You will think of these things constantly at first. They will fight you! They will say, this is important, pay attention!
But take notice - without breath, you would die. Then, would those things be important? No.
So breathe only. No other focus. it's hard. But when you get good at this, you will realize how pyramids are built.
In The Name Of Lord Jesus Christ,
I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
Amen.
In all labor there is profit.
The spoon of Word Dump
I have many words. I regard them as scum not. There are several people who could read these words, but I don't think they will. So I elected to have a a dumping of old words to fill the spaces. I don't hink I'm going to do that, since it doesn't make much sense on paper. Or better term, on blog. I don't want bla on blog. I want fla - things you don't have to read, but are nutritious.
I had a dream. I dreamt I was tying my shoe at the old shop I used to work at. Donald was gone. I don't remember all the details, but I love you Brenda. I feel I had better shape up during the cold months.
I don't think I have long to go before fortune comes. The Pastor said to witness to people. I was thinking how to do this. I could talk to people on the train. I could have a statement I make. I could give out bibles like I had been doing. I could love my neighbor. I could eat spaghetti. Which remindds me, what would Brenda cook me to eat?
I have fish. I said I would eat it today. I has to be thawed out. If I take it out of the freezer now, I could hold it until it's time to took, later. But if I'm not going to eat it right away, I'll keep it right where it's at until it's time to consume it. I can thaw it in the sink for a while, then cook it when it's time. Fish and fries sounds good, fish and rice sounds right. Fry the fish, and put it with a fat bowl of rice. that's enough to eat there. And it'll be good.
I can get Jarrito from the store. I can get bread, and parsley also. I can't food with ramen too much, especially since I have rice now. I have the way, in case you need it. Thanks to online moms, mothers with big tits feeding all the kids, this is the way:
1. You put the rice.
2. Put the water only 1 inch above the top of the rice. The highest grain.
3. Put in the microwave for 10 mins.
4. Take out, put back in for 5 mins on half way power.
5. Take out and fluff.
Real rice Da. It works, and I ate it like 4 times already. This is sensational.
Furthermore, I want to emphasize I don't think anyone is gone from their position. Don can stay there. They help one another. But something tells methere was a plot and it failed. It was a big plot, and it didn't work out. It was one of those things where you say, "And this person did so much for you" A head hanger.
But you know, we both live. So it's good. Good enough to realize. I think if I care about somebody, then it shouldn't matter what they did before. If I really care.
I don't think if you care you ought to be mad. But onto money.
$30 ain't no money. But it's a scrap I'm willing to start with. My goal is to work at night. At night now, it gets cold. When you are cold, When I am cold, rather, I seek comfort. It's hard to work when it's cold.
So, I have a way. It's called excerise. If you do 10 pushups every 30 minutes, you'll stay warm. Also, drink plenty of water. Also eat healthy during the cold weather. If you have spaghetti materials, eat that. Grab some ready made pasta sauce. Grab some meat balls. Grab (See ya?) some spaghetti. Work is starting soon.
I work 8-8 every single day. Don't have a day off. I don't have any sort of benefit other that I can wake up and be right here. I need to make it clear, I am better than my work. I am above my work. Which reminds me, I have the yard sale.
I'll bring all the stuff down Friday night, into the kitchen. I'll slowly set each one, all the items down. Then, I'll organize them. I'll line them up. Grasdually, I'll have all the items. Then, I'll bring them out Saturday morning. When the lady gets here, we'll be ready to work. While the other church is here, they will not be disturbed while I set up.
Now, hopefully, each member of the other church will be finished by 7:45. We'll see then.
Ok. I need to get to work soon. The people are holding me down. I appreciate that. Te Aprecio.
But mainly, I Want you to know Lord Jesus Christ. This day, strive to make $100 online. Get to where this is your job. You work online. When people ask you, you work online. "I've been working online 5 years." One day you'll say. "How much do you make?"
"I make $150 dollars a day."
"That's pretty good. Doing what?"
"Working online". That's all they get.
That's all they need. Like right now. This is all you need until next time.
Lord Jesus Christ Is The King,
my goal right now is "I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
and
In all labor there is profit.
I had a dream. I dreamt I was tying my shoe at the old shop I used to work at. Donald was gone. I don't remember all the details, but I love you Brenda. I feel I had better shape up during the cold months.
I don't think I have long to go before fortune comes. The Pastor said to witness to people. I was thinking how to do this. I could talk to people on the train. I could have a statement I make. I could give out bibles like I had been doing. I could love my neighbor. I could eat spaghetti. Which remindds me, what would Brenda cook me to eat?
I have fish. I said I would eat it today. I has to be thawed out. If I take it out of the freezer now, I could hold it until it's time to took, later. But if I'm not going to eat it right away, I'll keep it right where it's at until it's time to consume it. I can thaw it in the sink for a while, then cook it when it's time. Fish and fries sounds good, fish and rice sounds right. Fry the fish, and put it with a fat bowl of rice. that's enough to eat there. And it'll be good.
I can get Jarrito from the store. I can get bread, and parsley also. I can't food with ramen too much, especially since I have rice now. I have the way, in case you need it. Thanks to online moms, mothers with big tits feeding all the kids, this is the way:
1. You put the rice.
2. Put the water only 1 inch above the top of the rice. The highest grain.
3. Put in the microwave for 10 mins.
4. Take out, put back in for 5 mins on half way power.
5. Take out and fluff.
Real rice Da. It works, and I ate it like 4 times already. This is sensational.
Furthermore, I want to emphasize I don't think anyone is gone from their position. Don can stay there. They help one another. But something tells methere was a plot and it failed. It was a big plot, and it didn't work out. It was one of those things where you say, "And this person did so much for you" A head hanger.
But you know, we both live. So it's good. Good enough to realize. I think if I care about somebody, then it shouldn't matter what they did before. If I really care.
I don't think if you care you ought to be mad. But onto money.
$30 ain't no money. But it's a scrap I'm willing to start with. My goal is to work at night. At night now, it gets cold. When you are cold, When I am cold, rather, I seek comfort. It's hard to work when it's cold.
So, I have a way. It's called excerise. If you do 10 pushups every 30 minutes, you'll stay warm. Also, drink plenty of water. Also eat healthy during the cold weather. If you have spaghetti materials, eat that. Grab some ready made pasta sauce. Grab some meat balls. Grab (See ya?) some spaghetti. Work is starting soon.
I work 8-8 every single day. Don't have a day off. I don't have any sort of benefit other that I can wake up and be right here. I need to make it clear, I am better than my work. I am above my work. Which reminds me, I have the yard sale.
I'll bring all the stuff down Friday night, into the kitchen. I'll slowly set each one, all the items down. Then, I'll organize them. I'll line them up. Grasdually, I'll have all the items. Then, I'll bring them out Saturday morning. When the lady gets here, we'll be ready to work. While the other church is here, they will not be disturbed while I set up.
Now, hopefully, each member of the other church will be finished by 7:45. We'll see then.
Ok. I need to get to work soon. The people are holding me down. I appreciate that. Te Aprecio.
But mainly, I Want you to know Lord Jesus Christ. This day, strive to make $100 online. Get to where this is your job. You work online. When people ask you, you work online. "I've been working online 5 years." One day you'll say. "How much do you make?"
"I make $150 dollars a day."
"That's pretty good. Doing what?"
"Working online". That's all they get.
That's all they need. Like right now. This is all you need until next time.
Lord Jesus Christ Is The King,
my goal right now is "I make a net worth of $9 million dollars by 35."
and
In all labor there is profit.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
That's what you get for helping.
You get a kicki n the butt. Or a door slammed in your face. Or a shoe . Something lacking.
I was going down to Bible Study, but found this a time to take for typing.
If I get this all do in a few minutes, it'll be worth the time.
Don't fret on:
Individuals.
Heifers.
Shameless plugs.
tonratodes.
French Fries,
And Mothers calling.
The last one esprecially, because it's true. There's nothing bad about Moma calling. but she calls at 2pm, when you're working. You makie little steps, and this is fine. But bigger steps is good. Lord, 10. I ade another $10.
this is excellent. Every ten, you get:
A blog post,
A video
3 beats
3 web pages
You get a lot for $10.
And this is all free for doing what you are supposed to do. The reward stands.
I want you.
I love you.
There are others I love, but back to my mother.
Now, she calls, but it's not to help as far as I know. It's to see what I am doing. To set a trap, or to dine on intellect. I hope the latter, but I'm her son. We can't go candlelight because that's gay. And wrong. Or wrong. I don't even think my mother is a bad person.
I have to watch what I say. This is the wrong time for clutter. Chatter, or dissention. I love Brenda, but I hope I didn't lose her to masterbation. I nbut so much, it might not be there.
There were people after my birthright. It's them, not me that earned it, to them.
Now, you know that's not the case. I am the benefactor of my birthright. I made iit. It is mine, not yours. You don't get a deal on the labor of your children.
You don't say, I helped you raised you, now gimme. This is too awkward for the child. They don't understand.
You must realize you made a sacrifice that will pay one day, one way. But not your way when thwy are grown. The reason why is because you weren't there all the time. You were there until they got of age.
Brenda is mine. I know this. I know I love her, but can't verify fully. In any event, I have 1 minute until I go down for Bible Study.
I could keep wrong about the pastor. I could stemie him up to the battle axe contender.
I could make it out like Golden Axe, that good old sh-- there. I could. But alas, I teach to learn nomre to teach.
I give it all In Lord Jesus Christ's name, Amen.
I was going down to Bible Study, but found this a time to take for typing.
If I get this all do in a few minutes, it'll be worth the time.
Don't fret on:
Individuals.
Heifers.
Shameless plugs.
tonratodes.
French Fries,
And Mothers calling.
The last one esprecially, because it's true. There's nothing bad about Moma calling. but she calls at 2pm, when you're working. You makie little steps, and this is fine. But bigger steps is good. Lord, 10. I ade another $10.
this is excellent. Every ten, you get:
A blog post,
A video
3 beats
3 web pages
You get a lot for $10.
And this is all free for doing what you are supposed to do. The reward stands.
I want you.
I love you.
There are others I love, but back to my mother.
Now, she calls, but it's not to help as far as I know. It's to see what I am doing. To set a trap, or to dine on intellect. I hope the latter, but I'm her son. We can't go candlelight because that's gay. And wrong. Or wrong. I don't even think my mother is a bad person.
I have to watch what I say. This is the wrong time for clutter. Chatter, or dissention. I love Brenda, but I hope I didn't lose her to masterbation. I nbut so much, it might not be there.
There were people after my birthright. It's them, not me that earned it, to them.
Now, you know that's not the case. I am the benefactor of my birthright. I made iit. It is mine, not yours. You don't get a deal on the labor of your children.
You don't say, I helped you raised you, now gimme. This is too awkward for the child. They don't understand.
You must realize you made a sacrifice that will pay one day, one way. But not your way when thwy are grown. The reason why is because you weren't there all the time. You were there until they got of age.
Brenda is mine. I know this. I know I love her, but can't verify fully. In any event, I have 1 minute until I go down for Bible Study.
I could keep wrong about the pastor. I could stemie him up to the battle axe contender.
I could make it out like Golden Axe, that good old sh-- there. I could. But alas, I teach to learn nomre to teach.
I give it all In Lord Jesus Christ's name, Amen.
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