It's an IX, or an X on one foot, that is going on with my calf. Shoot him. Shoot him down.

Being separated from our desire by communication is arcane and obscene, and an 8>10, or 8=10. YHWH loves this, and loves communication. So he is actually a 3. Or a +-3. 3/8, vibrational being. The breeze. That would be it, from the garden. Doesn't that suck.

To the green man: You don't actually value my seed. I could give you a fake seed like that thief and you'd never know. You demand that I honor myself. you are in trouble now, fucker.

Should I join the CIA?