I am not against you.

But I hate some things. Don't waste time. This is what The Lord Revealed.

Don't waste time. Don't waste your life. Don't hold onto files. You may put files you really care about somewhere near. Place them in a bottle, and let them colleect.

I respect all life. I was flying this time. I seemed to be learning to fly. It is a wonderful thing, not strange. In this world, we are simply cleaning. I simply clean. I am the eternal janitor here. Earth is a clean place.

There are those who wish, and those who know. Those who take, and those who create what is taken. Like the eternal tree, there is fruit to be born from the branches. I am such a tree, but I had no idea. I'm like the willow wisp, ab bits of the redwood. Perhaps rather Evergreen. I have said this.

I am flying in the clear sky, which turns into a parking lot. The women and some people in the lot are trying to keep me from flying. I slow down.

I see the people have placed us on surveillance because they could not be growing without us. They need us to progress and advance. I am addicted to brogress. I see we need to keep growing the chapter of man. If we fall or stumble, the lesser greet us. They help us back on our feet. I am grateful for this.

It is because of this training, this help I am here now. You have the power to help all. Use it now. Do not waste time. Your finest year is now here. Take advantage of the power you possess. No man can take it from you. Because no man created it.

The people were sitting in a lawn, and I flew. I was also playing video games in my drawls. A few Mexicans rushed a door to my right. It was a nice house, calm with love. There was a dimness to it, and there was a tv screen and kind of a dirty room where I was at. I flew there, I think. I do remember flying over a tree, which was healthy green. I see this is the kale.

I need to eat more earth to know what is next. No man can fathom earth, but subdue it. You may have a growing with height. You don't want to give people thier undue. What they earned is what they learn, Amen? Don't give away YOUR tight. Let them create their own.

Forever fighting, is the way to go. Always fight for what is right. Resist what is not right, and it will flee from you. Being clean cannot be worse than being dirty. I saw a white breast this morning to suck. It was as if she was introduced to me, by Jay Z. I thought it was Beyonce. No, it was some White woman.

But, I think this was a response to yesterday. I sucked a Black breast then. It wasn't Brenda, I think it was Angela. But she was trying to tell me something, a message.

I'd like to bridge the gap between there and here. It was so beautiful there. I was learning to fly. I am learning to fly. There is nothing unreal, so there is here, in some way. I can fly here too. It is among the people that you learn to be dim.

Lord. I am like Julius McClendon.

Phuck buck

Luck suck. Ran out route with no doubt. I won't pout. I love the route anyway.

So here I will say. I had a dream where there was a store, a scratcher, and crying. I was happy, there was Sorieda, and I was crying. I wasn't told anything, foo. I was just there crying in the liquor store.

And there's more. I was in the bed with a woman who was Diana, Angela, (my friend), and a touch of Brenda. I slept with her. Literally. A little kisses, a kiss of her right breast, and a little laying down.

Suddenly these men pop up, a little black boy first. The boy has a bald head. I he has on a black shirt. I think now it was Reverend Brown's minions.

They looked like Markeesh type followers. They were like jagged, ragged. I shook one of them's hand and almost grabbed his elbow.

"I don't want to grab your elbow, because I means I don't like you."

The man grimaced at me. See, this is a theme.

The others were lewd, in this semi red, semi blue yellow house/room. Suddenly a young man bursts in rude, and grabs me, I snatch back, ready to fight.

"I guess now is the time to teach you young snappers a lesson."

"I'm getting you out of here." says the kid, or young man. "No you're not, I say." Then I snatch back from his grasp.

He didn't all the way grab, and when I snatched away, I seemed to fall off a banister a little bit. Then I woke up.

Maybe that's what he meant. I didn't hit him, but I think I got a matter resolved. Some of those men I got.

So this is going on. There is a cleansing happening, and the prisoners do not want to be forgotten. So they had a runt go ahead. The person is not a runt to me, but then again, a prisoner is an elected runt. You didn't have to be there, but you are. So you are a runt to that effect, socially. You have to be kind and humble in society.

Abraham was there too, on my left. In his underwear. He had on black drawls. I don't know why he was there, but there was a TV set up in the front of me, like the Nigerian movies. I suppose I ought to watch Nigerian movies at least once a week, for a few moments. Then I can at least get some cultural understanding.

I'm not gay also. Deacon Tate kind of pushed up on me in the kitchen the other day, for new years. The old man, Griggs, when I stood next to him, I seemed to want him to give me a kiss on the cheek. I felt that. I felt that gayness, that affection. I felt that. I cannot give a man affection, but I can see how a weak man is lured to lunacy there.

It felt I wouldn't say right, but it didn't fee wrong. Perhaps it's an Italian thing, where you know, the man kisses you on the cheek. But in this situation, I have to (come up off that) realize there are more forces than one trying to stop the progress win.

I have to clean myself up. I can clean the world up, a little at a time. There is a reason I go slow. You cannot stop the tree, or ask it to grow faster.

Reverend Brown may have suggested by asking me to clean the outside of the cchurch those trees, that I am the only tree growing here. Not these palm trees, to connect with Palmer street. There is no need to connect those two streets more than they are connected now.

But I'm not going to tarry. I have to get back to work.

Lord.

Get stuck like a truck

Who are you? Are you tired of winning? Did you have dinner last night? Whose really tight? Lord Jesus Christ!

Now that winter is near, let's have some cheer. How close are you to beer? Do you not see clear? Think on your performance. I thonk it is a bonus. I rode aside bogus. No need then to notice. I was not funny here. I did not have a beer. Idid not see it clear. The bus ride was sheer. Interesting. I ling for ping. But things did zing. I ching a jingle. My money can mingle. I dont have a single. Or a dongle. I still have my tonsils.

There is no magic pill. Hallellujah and will. Two l's for real. I am so for real. No need to kneel. Neal is real. Buford is big. There's a lot on your mind.

It ought to tell you something about your canvas. If you have  a reason to hold the knowledge, you will. If you do not have a reason, you will not. There is no effort without merit, but the better the intention, the more positiove the effort, asnd therefore the bettere the merit.

Great merit means great effort and great effects. There is no reason to move quickly without awareness. If you know what you are doing, then you can move fast. When you do not know what you are doing, then you move slow. This is the law I set for myself.

This is something Snoop said in an interview one time. He was coaching little league football and said this. I remembered what he said.

My mother looked nice on the performace last night. I was proud of her. She seemed to have issues with maybe her weight, but she needs to be grateful for life. I don't think your size is going to matter where you are going.

As stars in the sky, so is earth. The stars float, so do we, on this planet. So must the spirit of man float also. You may tend to gravity, falling down to the earth many times. Arising up, you have an effort attached to a goal. This is how things get done quickly, and with spirit.

When you have a goal, you animate more than just your body. You animate your spirit also. You get yourself fully involved. Don't you want to achieve your goals this year?

This is the greatest year of mankind. This is because all knowledge is available. Anything you want to know, it is there to know. There is not enough time to know it all. The trip is, your mind is connected to all knowledge. The firmness of the connection is had by the eforts in that direction.

For example, if you want to know how to earn a living online, think of the things you must learn:

Be able to sell your product,

Have a product to sell (I Take Brenda if I can)

Promote your product if you need to, or have a product so good you don't need to promote, it produces gravity of itself,

and be persistent.

My diligence is unmatched. I can do things over and over again thousands of times. I am eternal. I am grateful. I amm able. I have merit. No action of mine is free, all costs some money. A thought of mine is worth money. A word of mine is worth money. Every moniute I am alive has worth which appreciates. I am eternally grateful to God. I love The Lord. I believe in The Lord Jesus Christ.

These are attributes which form the basif your character. You form your character based on rank. Do you know you rank your thoughts? The thoughts with the highest rank go in the front. You are thinking about catching the bus to work. You rank work high. So the thoughts remain in front.

There is a direct connection between experience and merit. You may believe on the inside you do not have merit. So on the outside, your experience reflects that. You don't believe until you achieve.However, you don't achieve until you believe.

Which is it going to be? Are you going to believe you can fly, and then fly, take off, soar? Or will you fly first, somehow, with wings, with a plane, and then say you can fly? There is a choice for you to make.

What are your goals for 2020, the best year of mankind?

I for one own a home. I live in the City of Lynwood, California. I live off of LaSage and whatever the street is near, by the supermarket. I get along with my neighbors, I walk to the park every moring. I meditate near the library. This is by December 25th, 2020. This is the best Christmas I've ever had. Last Christmas was the worst.

It was bad because I was fizzling out. My mother is on her career, and wants to control her child somehow too. Perhaps she feels that if she can control you, she can control her career. She cannot control you. She can only guide you. She is not your adversary.

She simply wants to have a successful career. If she can get you to help her somehow, say be a host of energy, like a refridgerator, then she can predict your movements. Then, she can plan accordingly. She knows you will not smoke, will not drink, will not masterbate much, But she can then do all the things she wants to do. She can predict your behavior.

So what are your goals for 2020, the best year of mankind?

I earn $1 million dollars by July 26th, 20020. My birthday is the best birthday I've ever had. Because I perform the tasks to get me paid daily online. I set up shops which net me about $30,000 a month.

I get my start selling affiliate products. I sell other people's goods by hosting videos. The videos are selling the prodcuts. I put a few introductory words,, and then have one video explaining the product.

The videos are high quality. They are entertaining also.

Each video, after you watch it, will teach you something. I put up quality videos each day, and the best quality videos I host on blog.

When the video is nearing end, I encourage the reader and viewer to continue reading. Then they get to the bottom of the page, where there is one more video, and a call to action.

The final video is usually a call to action and a congratulation for making it this far down the page. Your reward is clicking the call to action.

Once you click the link, you are taken to the page where you buy the product.

These pages are generated with care.

I then place links to these pages on other videos. I then share each video carefully, taking time to visit each site and share my efforts.

The greater the quality of effort, the more inclined you are to take more quality action. With time, the procedure is simpler.

Wuth the profits I earn from online sales, I purchase mining rigs. The equipment is first set up in my garage. I turn my garage into a have mining comapany. When I start to generate at least $1000 every month, I then sell the arrangement. The pdf can tell you how to set up the rigs, and I sell the pdf online for $4. You still have to get all the equipment. But, you have the information now. You may set one up quickly.

Later, after 6 months, I start introducing my neighbors to this. I ask them if they want to earn another $1000 each month, but they have to buy equipment. The gear they get will cost $5000. But for the rest of the time, they earn $1000 or more each month. Their bill will go up about $100 also. This is an investment, but not like a playstation. This is like buying a car that appreciates over time.

I value these experiences and interactions with my neighbors because now, I am a business man. Sister Ada told me I could "never run any business." So I knew then that's what I had to do.

I start to get calls from people wanting tolearn how to set up rigs. I refer each call to the website, which I text to them using my slate. (phone)

I get more sales from people interested in learning about the rigs. When then I watch Lethal Weapon, I see the man witht name riggs. I like that, and use the man's image on my website, clowning.

It's real Lynwood love on my business. I come up with "Stripes Mine" December 5th, 2020, at 8pm. I get my first sale for a house rig that night. I install the rig first thing the following morning, in a neighbors garage. He tells me if this works, he will refer one more person. This is how Stripes Mine works.

After each rig is installed, Stripes collects a check or payment of $5000. Then, for a month after the installation, you may ask for help to manage the installation. This is where the business comes in. I simply arrange the installation, and employees of mine (YEs I have 3) go out and do the installation for me. I give them a cut of at least $400 each time. This is because I have to make sure I get paid.


The people I hire are not working for minum wage. They work for 14.50 an hour. I tell them where to go, and they come to pick up the rig gear. The rig gear had to be carried in a truck, because I need to make sure it is packed a certain way. The trucks I buy are old vans, and I get a paint crew to nice them up for me.

The vans are different kinds, whatever I can afford, or what is available. The Stripes Mine colors are blue and gold.

I sell Stripes Mine later in 2021 for $1billion dollars. I start to get house calls from around the globe.

I cannot do all this work and stay Lynwood down. So I have to sell the company. I bank the billion dollars and live off the interest.

Lord.

Say Hallelujah last thing every time.

When you stop talking, say Halleujah. Say this the first thing when you wake up, and the last thing on your tongue. Always. This is not a magic triick. This is the weord of God. The most ultimate faith comes from saying Hallelujah. this is the highest praise. There are songs about it. But the main song is sung by you, before you go to sleep. When you lay down to rest, say Hallelujah out loud and let that be the last word you say.

I think you will know God more than before with this. I had a dream and woke up to say Hallelujah. Then I said tomyself "LAtino" Of course, this wasn't going to benefit the black man all the way. But Halellujah saved me. Saying Halellujah out loud saved me from LAtino.

Not that there's anything WRONG with Latino. But just like pavarian beer, if yo are not from Pavaria, or wherever that beer comes from, when you drink it, you're not going to appreciate the full flavor. It's just a name to you. You might get a buzz, but not a Pavarian buzz.

You have to be Latino to get the full effect. It's like saying "nigga" and not being black. You don't have to do that. Don't do that. When you don't do that, you'll be better off. Say Halellujah instead. I think that's higher than any other name.

It also shows you have faith in The Lord. Lord Jesus Christ will not thrust Himself in the front of your praise. You may worship a statue and fail. But The Lord Will not Say, "You shoulda worshipped Me."

I walked out of the comedy club knowing a whole new advantage. I cannot be defeated in my own country. What is this? All along, I was thinking wrong. How can I lose? I don't lose, I am never defeated. I have the home court advantage at home in USA. What was I talking about?

I was growing up. There's nothing wrong with growing up. I used to think there was. Why wasn't I a star already, a millionaire at 25? I was influenced by Eddie Murphy, the greats, Seinfeld, even Carlin. I wanted to be like them already out the box. You unwrap the plastic and suddenly be tight.

How is this, when you are 35? I used to have a downer mind. Always thinking down. I think that's tight some times, but most of the time it's bullsh*t. I could go on, but there it is. You can think down. But think up too. Think up more than you are to think down. And when you are thinking down, consider the options you have. When you are thinking down, think tight too. So you'll have balance.

I was at Nikea's house, it was an apartment, like when I grew up near. She was alone, and I was walking in. I always had a secret like to Nikea, she ha d big breasts and was from Lynwood. I thought that was it, but later on. Devon had gotten to her already. So I didn't go all out about the crush. It wasn't a crush at all. It was just really my friend had a big titted girlfriend.

I was in this place, There was a pastel green look. The kitchen, all everything was like the apartment I was staying in, so I think the arrangement was for me. She liked me. I was with some friend, a black man. It was like she was showing me she liked me and I liked it, but I didn't move on it.

Instead, I was like a priest. The friend advanced, and I said to myself something like " If he likes her then there it is." Much like Devon. Devon liked her, so there it was. She had a picture with her breasts out. It was like she wanted me to suck them. But the nipple was so sharp. I could see all the ridges.

I said something about this earlier. I said, if you see the details of a woman's skin, she isn't for you. So if you don't just see a big sausage nipple, food pepperonis, then you are dating, doing, fornicating the wrong woman. The right woman will look, smell and feel like a snack, food, a meal. She will seem right unto you.

So in this dream, that's how it was. She was like sharp nipple, but still pretty. Still pleasant, I mean. I didn't advance on her. The friend even got in the bed with her. I was going to the store to get toilet paper.

I walked outside to a beautiful day. Some old white man was in a house to my right. It was a pleasant neighborhood, wherever I was at. I started to see a dirty looking black man in disheveled clothes walking in the street. The old white man was in his garage. He looked like Devon, but he wasn't. Perhaps he was like the shadow of Devon, because he was with a white beard.

I felt that I was infiltrated but that I didn't do anything bad. I like Nikea, but there's nothing I can do about it now. She had a baby with Devon. I can't raise the baby my best friend had.

I don't think I'm supposed to do all of that, but I think she was just showing me she loved me. That was nice. I still was like the church in the dream. I just let the love pass.

Maybe that's my flaw. I give everybody erlse and get the short end of the stick. I always thought that was wrong, for some people to get the short end. Anyway, I clowned Damon Wayans Jr., but not intentionally. I didn't come after him. He helped me actually. He's a good man. It's like God is helping me to become a comedian.

I felt a surge of confidence last night. "Willie, I won't let you down." I wanted to smoke and drink. But when I passed by his old job, I felt the feeling go away. Didn't want to let him down.

I'm not finna just give up. That WAS my problem. I don't just give out the winning number, and I don't get shit. That's over with now. I know where the job is at. I know, I lived that life. You're reading a blog, and you want all the answers now. This is not a test to cheat on.

Then you will mobilize against me, because I didn't give you what you wanted. You have a job, a car, credit all of that. I have a pear to eat. And you still want more. I don't feel sorry for you any more. You're just giving in to greed, because you don't care. You don't care about my life, just what YOu can get.

That's fine with me. Stay like that. Just say Halellujah before you go to sleep.

I'm not going to let you down, Willie. Mr. Webster, I'm going to make it as a comedian. That's my job from God. I really feel that now. Filling in, getting the money otherwise, well, that's just weeks away. You keep working, and you'll find a way. I know where the job is at. I don't have to tell you. You're just a thief anyway. You'll laugh and say, stupid black, you gave me all the answers. Now you're not going to get nothing! HA! Isn't that funny?

That's the Latino I'm talking about. Good for them, not always good for you.

But Halellujah is good for everyone. Even Latinos. Do that what I'm saying. It's the ultimate sign of faith, and it doensn't cost anything but words.

Lord.

there is a conspiracy against me.

It stRTED when I was young.

I was maybe 18, or 19 at the time, and I was headed to work. Now work to me was youTHink, a social non profit. I sued to tell people I worked there, and they would give me a funny look. I don't think they took it seriously, because it did not have benefits. There was no dental plan. It was under the table the way I got in, but the check was legitimate.

 The check also was small. On the way there, I wore a green shirt and blue pants, Nothing especially stellar, just my lack on style and youth. I saw another man, dressed in EXACTLY the same ting, a bit to my right, in the distance. I felt I was being followed.

Later, a woman who worked with Sunji Ali, took me around the neighborhood. She showed me a man with EXACTLY the same clothes on as me. I couldn't believe it. All the way down to the socks and perhaps the shoes too, but I didn't check those.

I was stunned and shocked. I later went on to buy her some chicken. Her name was Pamela, and she is on a song entitled Homeboy from Sunji before he passed.

This continues today. Now we have many folks sucking off me and prospering. Profiting, getting their share of what they stole. They call it business, they call it progress. They act rude, and try to make you look bad, as if you are the crumb and they are the original. No one ought to be the crumb, and I am the original.

I suppose this is not something to cry for, because it will continue. you have children that are born now, being taught it's ok to steal. It's called inspiration now, not theft.

I had a vision of being at a store and there was a blue sweatered man to my right. He was not smiling at me and appeared to be threatening. He had the same wild hair as you see now, the dread or what have you. I appeared afraid, and ready to fight. I didn't have to.

I then was at some restaurant. There were sitting with me some black folks, people who you would consider modern progressives. The boujie, I have you don't types, people who sold out their heritage. People who wouldn't talk to you on the street. PEople who wouldn' be around you if you didn't have money. I sat with these people.

I was talking to them, or hearing them talk. They were all light skinned, not high yellow, but light enough to say they were light skinned. The man on my right was not friendly. The man before me was not smiling either. All the people seemed to be against me.

There was a table to my left. On that table, a man in a hoodie seemed to be talking to someone facing behind me. He also seemed to signify some awareness, like, revealing he used to be dirty. The hoodie was multicolored, and clean. I seemed to be able to tell he used to be dirty, but now he wasn't.

Behind HIM was another man, a black looking man, in a black hoodie. He was JET black. Blacker than skin. He was not a man. He looked at me, to his left, and was not smiling. He was frowning, gnashing his teeth. He was evil like. He was like, another being in a black body. He had the appearance of a really black man. But he was not black. He was like space. He was dark, not skin colored. He was another being.

Then, "5 balls" I hear. The man to my right reaches over to me, telling me this. He puts his arm on my right arm, like pulling me a little bit. I suddenly see this enormous blob of flesh, men's long penises jutting in and out of holes. These were like stomach holes. These were like gross perverse holes. All the bodies were like melted into one, and some men in the blob were sucking other men's dicks. All the dicks were long, all were like big and all were black. The men sucking looked frustrated, trapped, confused, lost in perversion. Pure lust. It was like out of a nighmare.

The blacker than night guy looked at me like, "now you know something" and gritted his teeth at me. They were sharp and knife like. If they bit you they could tear flesh. His skin shined in the light from the room. Were still like in a restaurant. I knew something now, maybe too much.

I woke up shortly after this and said something about Lauren Sanchez and Jeff Bezos. "She sold you out" I said. "For herself."

Something eerie is going on. The people I saw, all of them were mad. At me. Not at the world, or the cafe we were at. Just me. They all wanted me to die, I thought. I felt they were all out to get me.

What does that mean? It means they want to see me dead, as if it would solve a problem. It's like something was supposed to happen, and because I am alive, it didn't. Now, people are furious.

Christmas day, a man drove by my uncle and grimaced at me in the car. He too had a black hoodie on. This was in real life. It's something about the black hoodie, something about the grimacing. The man in the dream did the same thing.

But in the dream I smiled back. I gave a clown smile like, "yep, you can't stop the clown, da." I felt forced to do it, like defending myself. So you see, in both cases on the dream, I defended myself. It's something trying to get at me, and is not able to. So I have to defend my myself or show strength.

I don't know what is going on. All I know is I am alone in this to some degree. I don't have a job, I have only a little money, and I need to earn fast. I need more than $5000 a month. TJ's Mom, I saw her at the bank. She didn't say nothing. She was like, hesitant to say anything. I didn't say anything either. She wasn't wrong, but I could sense the tension. She was concerned about her son.

Some time ago, I told her mother I had plans to raise TJ. To take him from the environment he was in and raise him blue. Not so much gangs, but just the true blue way. The way I was raised. To do right, keep it tight, and always have honour. It's the only way.

I don't think the mom wants that, or will allow it, especially now. The dad kind of looks like Mr. Lamar, a dude who secretly likes Brenda and helped her escape my love. He helped her to embrace the neighborhood and stay with some military guy or whatever, but anyway not me. The sabotage of our relationship started way back. We didn't look right, I didn't have any money, and there was a young lady who liked me. She was trying to get my interest, but I was interested in Brenda's tits. Moreover than that, I was wondering myself whether or not we ought to be together, since I didn't know how to love Brenda then anyway. I know now, but I wish I had've then.

So there you have it. Strange perversions virusing the earth, and the people are with it. The reason, it's easier. No worries if you are perverted. No real consequences for imperfections. Easier to belong. But it's wrong. Gay is wrong. It's in schools. Are they going to have beer next? Are they ogoing to have heroin needles, sherm and weed blunts at school on campus?

I beg to differ. I am different all the way. My parents have been acting odd. I won't say wierd, out of respect. But the oddness is there.

My father was telling me about getting a job. I told him, If I can't make it, I'll have to get a job. He sounded relieved. "Yeah," he says. It's like he saying, "give it up son, get normal, and get in gear." I almost want to rebel. Then, he's raising two other kids! Tracy wants me dead, it seems like. If I was just gone, he wouldn't have to worry about California any more! HE could just focus on me, and the kids. Forget about California or Julius. He's a screwup any way. I don't really think she thinks that, but that's how it seems to me. I think she'd just rather I go away and let the twwo young men be the focus now. They're my siblings, but not blood!

So there you have it. Not to mention I have $12 paypal now. Or less. I have 4 something on the SJ, and 11 on the cat. I have a little fun scrather money, and few points from the laugh. It's a sad chapter because the money is low.

I think if I have a goal of $5000 a month online, then I have to be able to guarantee that income month after month after month. If I can guarantee the income of say $1500 a week, then I can say I have $5000 a month covered. But Lord, how do I do that? What is the method? What is the procedure?

Pray.

Lord.

What would I di without the church?

I am encouraged by God. I think The Lord really put it on me to work online. Why? Because the outer world DOESN"T want me to work. Or even to have anything. I don't know why, but so what. I can't be bothered with that anymore.

It's not an antagonizing on the world. It's not saying the rest of the world sucks. It doesn't suck. Not out here. Out here is tight. Some of it sucks, but not aeveything. I just cannot be complacent with some people having and some people not.

I understand some people are going to do better. Gotta eat better. Some people will ride better. Got a nice car, blasting by better. Some people will do that. But it doesn't mean I can't do that. It doesn't mean I can't punch in. It doesn't mean I get discriminated against. It doesn't mean I have to be different, or tell my values no. I can be me, and do just fine.

I find that online. I am resorting to Lucktastic and surveys. But guess what? They pay. I'd rather have 10 little $10 checks than nothing at all. I'd rather cash out $10 dollars than nothing at all. I'd rather cash out $1.30 than nothing at all. Paypal just recieved. They just sent you $10.26. I have a swelling account.

I like to consider myself more than a martyr. That's not me. I'm not Lord Jesus Christ. I'd blaspheme trying to be like him, like that. I don't want to say I ham him. But, I am LIKE Him. He paved the way for me.

I am like him to the degree, I don't agree with the world all the way. I don't agree some people lose so the others can win. Some people have to be gay, or take a hit for the team or whatever. I believe I too can make it, if I just learn enough skills, pace myself, and work hard.

But what is this hard work? Well, for one thing, it's waking up early. 4am. Getting a routine going. It's mastering your body. It's working online. It's cleaning out your antennae. You have to be like the cricket to that effect. If you work hard every single day, you'll one day have $5000 in your Paypal account. Imagine going to Walmart and cashing out the maximum $300. You go to the electronics section and buy CDs. BYou go on line and buy the components you need for your computer tablet. You keep the same old equipment, making the new old money.

That'd be tight. The greatness continues. you go on stage. You talk onstage about your adventures in life. You don't get dismayed by the other haters there. There really aren't any haters, just undisciplined people. Children who don't yet appreciate life.

I appreciate life. I appreciate waking up, having something to do. I am glad for this phone I'm using. This phone is $1000+. I don't see why I can't make a living off this phone.

Wouldn't it be greate, and tight to wake up in the house I bought from working oon this phone? I made the house come true from working on my phone. From my pocket to the keys jingling in the door. I'm holding and sucking my wife's breasts in our bed, I paid for working on the phone. It's a dream. A fantasy. I'd like to make it a reality. I make it a reality. I work on the phone and get paid.

The next step is managing the money. What is the money going to do? The money has to do something. I remember I had to earn $10 so I could go do a show. I needed $5 to pay them, $4 to get there, and some money besides. I needed $12. So I worked online, I did surveys. I made $4.00 on one alone. I kept doing it, and earned the money. I got the money for the show.

So it is with your money. What is the money to do for you? When you have goals for yoour money, I think it comes faster. So I have goals for my money. I have every dollar mapped out. For ecample, the first $80 is for the phone bill. Then, the rest of the money is $25 for each show, so there are 4 per month, that's $180 there. So $25 each shoe for, and $80 to pay the phone bill.

I need the phone to make the money. So I have to prioritize the bill first. The phone bill causes the other bills to get paid. So it's like a pyramid.

Then, there's food. I have to eat. Each time I go to the store, I spend about $10. It's just me right now. It's sad, but at 34 almost 35, it's just me, and that's how it is. No one believes in me, only The Lord. God believes in me.

This is why I feel He called me to do this. I don't think I could make it on my hown without him. Having no where to lodge, to plug my phone in, to sleep, and even to eat food. I can even warm my food up in the kitchen. See, God DOESn't have to Do those things at all. He could just say toast.

Why do the people want that anyway? Why not want your brother to be good, to have a tight life, like you? To suck on my wife's titties too? What's wrong with that? I don't want to know, but that's how it is.

Lyrical boxing, like the song. You stick and move. Don't get boxed out, take your time with the licks. When  you strke, use precision. Don't take no for an answer. Download 100 if you have to. Break them down. 15 minutes each one, cycle through and watch the dollars come. You're providing value. You are helping them by completing tasks. They need it done to get paid, you're doing it for them. Sure, they may try to sell you that they are saving your butt, but YOU are saving their butt. You are doing the things they need done to get paid. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

So the 3 tiers are this:

1 Earning
2 Hybrid
3 - Automation

The earning, 1, is when you get familiar with working online. Wow, what is this?

The second, Hybrid, means you are familiar, getting the hang, and seeing more you can do. You're able to earn momore because you have more experience, but you still want to get to number 3,

which is Automation. You have systems making a living online for you. Imagine 22, 000 posts each getting clicked on. 2000 convert, meaning they sell, the people buy, the people sign up. When you add all that up, it's $14,000. You're done for the week.

Don't forget to imagine, and get exciting feelings from your imagination, and from learning. I remember Bobby. He'd say "Get excited!" Then he'd walk into somebody's house, and try to make a sale. It was about people pimping out kids. There was a man, Patrick. He had the office, the degree, and some money, but we were the ones going out there doing the work. I never forgot when he pulled up in the nice car and we got in.

He was fussing at our lead. Here was this guy with us, trying to make a few dollars, and here's this guy in a fancy car eating off us! He was eating from us, and fussing at us to go make him more! I never forgot that's what I feel like the boss is doing on any job.

But the idea is, don't give up. Don't stop, even if it's hard. It is hard, when you don't know nothing. I am an affiliate now, connced to networks that could earn me money.

Imagine Blue host $65 dollars. Imagine $400, $500, $600, $1000. Imagine earning this, such sent you $4000. You may earn this. I believe you can do it.

I too can earn online.

I can earn all the money I need to earn.One quick notebook look, and then II'll see you all tomorrie.

"Act fast"

"Check me out as I complete the missions, Handle my shit with the highest precision"

Lord.

I can make it too.

What a way o fan the flames online. I saw somebody made $5000 dollars in a month online. When they were starting out. Sounds ridiculous. The next thing is people will start emailing monkeys. To spain. No to sperm.

I think you ought to factor out jealousy. How obvious would it be for you to start another blog, and monetize the blogtraffic? The issue is the little bit of traffic. Maybe if you take this blog seriously, you can take the few pieces of traffic you have.

Ride was with a black eye. I know nothing about this person accept they have a black eye now. I didn't look down on them, but I see they have a job, and I see they have an eye darker than the other one. I walked to the corner to catch the bus.

I took the bus to the neighboring city. Once I got off, I immediately went to cash a check. Once inside, I was greeted with the same familiar inside, and a rather tall man who was in front of me. I was able to pacify the crowd, and calm down the false tensions.

It seems the Mexicans want to start problems, because their numbers warrant it. In other words, for every one of another group, there seems to be like 4 Mexicans. This means they'd run trhe show if we were dummies. We aren't however.

I'm glad we're not stupid enough to let someone come to this land and take it. There was a woman there, not "
Brenda, but had big beautiful tits. Wow. I saw another woman who also had big beautiful tits at Walmart. I mean, the kind of big tits you see in a magazine, a comic book or something like that. A joy, a treat.

Brenda had big tits like that too. She was like the supermodel of her time. She had probably the biggest tits of her decade. They taste good too.

But there's more to life than tits. Not much more, but there it is. I use my anxiety to make notice of mention how I feel. No one is going to take something they didn't make any more. Instead, they, we all are, going to earn our keep.

The people kept playing games with me as a grieved the loss. I didn't have much of a Christmas. They didn't even finish my video. I paid $25 dollars for a video to be filmed, and they didn't film shit. I think they forgot. I don't even want the money back. I'd like my video. I don't simply want a wimpy excuse.

If I could do the Mortal Kombat uppercut on niggaz to solve problems, I'd do that. It's a bit fatiguing, seeing how people are against you. I wish they weren't against me or anyone else. Could they just not be against anyone at all?

I think so. But we'll have to find out in time. I'm looking forward to making my first $5000 a month from Google Adsense. How can I do that? I have the adsense installed on my phone. Will that allow me, let me make $5000? I just want, is what the kid would say. He'd say that, and then steal shit off the counter. I don't like that kid, but I love him. I wish he'd be a good boy and into a good man now.

I think in order for me to earn online, I have to go deep inside my mind and fins the knot of doubt. There's some little imp, or some balled up nerve cluster. Something inside to siphon power, consume me, and give nothing. It's like being down Alameda. I don't have a bike now, but once upon a time I rode from Alondra and Somerset to This Church. I rode on a bike. I went on the freeway onramp and all that. No helmet. I wore dress shoes. I totally did a wierd one.

I used to go and get blood taken from me, plasma. I used to earn about $400 a month doing that. I was a sucker for real. I used to go on the bus, all the way there for $35. I used to go for $70 too.

I remember one time the people waited for me, until like 8pm when they closed. It just seemed everything I did I was a loser. I'd lose. I don't know why.

But I think it's because I always felt on the inside that I was a failure. That I deserved to lose. I don't think it's true, but on the inside, did I think it was true? Not now, but before yes.

Minister Brown looked like Brenda, and even did a Brenda move! I don't know why she did that. Was I supposed to be offended, or was I supposed to be relieved? I don't know. Seeing that Brenda hasn't been around for years, I can say it was probably an insult anyway.

There will be a day when insults are few, and dollars are not. When the money is good, the value is high. How can I make the value high now? This is assuming I know what the value is already. I think if I knew what the value was, then I'd know how high to make it.

Right now, I have $12 dollars. I miss you Brenda. I had a dream that basically said, "If you step away from this, you'll be scott free." It was a blue woman, or a man-dressing woman. She wasn't cute, she was light skinned, and she needed tthe bathroom. In the dream, I asked for permission for her. I got denied. She was unable to use the bathroom there. Perhaps this was some sort of pimp relapse, where I was formally working, people would want to use the bathroom all the time.

Come to think of it, the people used to give me a hard time. All the time. Every single day, it was a challenge to see how hard I'd make it. Would I be robbed? Would people insult me? How hard would they make it for me? Every single day this.

Then the Pastor now, comes with "Take care." Like I was in trouble. Like I did something wrong. You know how lame it is to feel you're ALWAYS doing something wrong?

Lord.