War in La Jolla, seventh year, one hundred and twelfth entry
I know what the truth sounds like. It sounds like reading a joke fire drill notice in the toilet. HO! HO! HO! Green giant!
People have wondered for thousands of years what they would do if the Lord came again. Well, now we know. They would pick up their faggitt festival double-time and try to freak him out. It's not the second coming of the Lord, though. It is really about the twenty billionth coming of the Lord, but humans fell to staying inside boxes and sexing animals. The tree of life moves enormous amounts of air; if you do not keep up with the tree then the tree drops you. This is not your fault, this is not the tree's fault, this is the way that it is. This is the path of the Lord. The path of the Lord is not about assigning fault and blame and punishment and retribution and "things we get to do now". The path of the Lord is about,"Are you going to make it or not?" The tree of life moves enormous amounts of air. Keep up with the average. Try to make it to puberty. In Tobit's time the popularity c-ah-ntest was much more forgiving, and half-dead bodies, practically zombie decrepit, were lying about everywhere (because they wouldn't get up and go for the walk necessary to stay alive).
Scholar's note: Tobit remembers the words of a prophet, Joel maybe, which dates both characters towards the end of Sodom and Gomorrah (before the next iteration creating Tyre and Sidon--the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah was really a test run for the tear gas and bleach to clear the stage when necessary, after the test run then the show continued for so long that the light switch was long broken and the bell rope long tattered and inoperable). Interpretations of various bits of the story of Tobit continue to have relevance to all stages and ages of the world. How did Tobit go blind? Well, maybe he dinah'd himself and ate too much farm sh*t for the money. Or, there's an even older joke (from the time of walking upright on your legs, if you know),"What happened, did you hurt yourself?" "Naww, sat on a patch of old eunuchs." Tobit went blind because he was using one of the rumplestilskins as a crying towel.
When the truth, the tree of life, is _THIS_ obvious... well, they continue playing the faggitt game showing off their animal sex toys. If you didn't look like you were approaching me to show it off then I wouldn't say anything to you about it. But when you're approaching, tiptoeing, leading the animal towards me as if you're running on one of your children,"Are you ready to do it yet? Are you ready to do it yet?" then I am fully going to advise you of your lack of voice to debate the matter. Jesus made note of this: up to the days of Noah, up to the end (heh) of Sodom and Gomorrah, they were eating and drinking and partying and having sex with anything they could wrap their hips around or stick their dickie into.
Until your voice drops, do you know where the babies come from? First, you go pummel-fuck one of your cut-up brothers, and then your brother takes the points to add up and qualify (yes, like aluminum recycling, their is a game sieving, lining the pockets, diluting the solution, increasing the volume, go figure...) Do you know all of the uses for mummified babies? Is not really necessary to dogfuck the baby to death after mummifying it to animation, but it's an old system, an historical system, and that's just the way they do things. Jobbies haven't been going for the walk, either. The path of the Lord: Are you going to make it or not?
Laryngitis. Your brain is an enormous cavern of crevices and passages. That's your instrument. You're about twenty thousand booger pockets down by the time you see daylight, enough to ensure that it will take seven years walking from one lock-key mechanism to the next, plus the bulk work and daily creep, to clear all the boogers. Of the booger pockets remaining, if your brain should get dried, in any particular pocket or region, by your own festive exertions, or by a box fan, or by a blowgun (pulsing air cannon), then, especially if you catch a sudden jump or fright, part(s) (or more) of that brain will stick together. That stuck together region causes a problem, because your instrument has been tuned differently than it was the previous day. Have you seen a pinball machine looking for the lost ball? Your brain is trying to unstick the new pocket(s). The common cold is your brain ratcheting through all the available spaces and attempting to regain your ability to make sounds without cracking, splitting, whiffing out, or other terrible such scratches. When you have managed to put together a full twenty-four hours of unhindered breathing (with all of your activities and talking in the time), then you get over the cold. As you are doing it wrong, on the downward slide, you will now have more booger pockets filled and less voice. Your religion, your path through life, may as well be "laryngitis".
How does she know that she is okay for you? Will you "make me sick"? Will you give her laryngitis or make her sick if you get to breathing too close to her nose? Well, stop breathing so heavy on the telephone. Are you able to contract laryngitis from a telephone? Not with your little prepubescent boys. But, as a test, sometimes they will spend hours talking to you on the telephone, going through all sorts of emotions and situations, to ensure that you're not going to rattle one of the boogers stuck in her brain (heh) and give her a cold. The other method is relative. Your voice will never drop, you like to use your dogs for attack because your dog has more voice than you, your (dead) dog is the most air your bed will ever move. They spend all day long getting a run in their stockings so, while they keep you prepubescent, they know that you aren't moving near as much air as the motorcycle ride. No fear of laryngitis there.
Remember when you learned how to whistle? You were counting more numbers back then, weren't you? The practice of learning to whistle involves, exactly, doing what? Pulling your face up.
Laryngitis is the "stuck ball" in the pinball machine. The common cold is the method to release, as much as possible, the stuck ball. The plague is when the entire machine is filled with stuck balls. You don't die. You get into an infinite loop in a boogered "dark fibre" section and then power save there until we ship you someplace else. As a population popularity c-ah-ntest, while the entire population degenerates at the same level, then your brain is never bothered with the sounds that are boogered up. Should somebody happen to go through the motions to clear it all, though, especially the upper room (from 20k down you will need to go through the seven years of lock-and-key boogers, each booger is a cramp on a muscular position, before you can even shove your tongue up the back of your nose without going into a day-long sneezing fit), then perhaps you can replicate Jehu at the temple of the Baals. Or the plague. Listen to all of these stuck balls!
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If you would stop picking fights and telling lies... I am trying to teach something about nature to you.
The ten Egyptian Plagues
The book of revelations includes seven plagues because the Egyptian method to puberty was back at a time when the seven year process was still the seven year process, but people were only five or ten thousand boogers down to begin with, and the gamut could be stepped through in a more methodical fashion.
This is not hard and fast one hundred percent. As with all scripture various scenes may have multiple interpretations given surrounding settings and desired applications. This analysis will turn the Egyptian plagues into your route to manhood (puberty).
Water to blood. Your income goes bad, your family goes bad, your friends go bad. Time for you to be a man.
Frogs. That's the jericho idiot mob of animal sex eunuchs. Moses will speak of the daily extras,"pay no attention to these, you will never see them again in your life"... or, as I like to say,"The daily extras are CANNON FODDER!"
Gnats. Go for a walk. Life was tough before mosquito netting; and the phairies ate the smaller bugs.
Flies. The beginning of this plague is a toilet mobbing. Return to the games of the frogs. Religious scholars may be able to read more with the hint to "Goshen".
Notice that Moses keeps stretching out his hand. We don't necessarily _NEED_ to beat newly mummfied babies to death but that's the way it's done, and Moses would have been a paschal prophet and have the same shoulder and arm problems, and probably got his pulse and temperature checked with nerve agent, too.
Pestilence. Not that it's really important to your puberty, but when the spirit of truth comes he will make known all things, and if you're clearing out the boogers and releasing your neurons then you will figure it out. What's with the difference between these animals and those? Maybe has something to do with the eyes? Notice all the animals are of the furry kind. Father Abram didn't have horses, father Abram didn't have camels or donkeys. Yes, it is worthy to note. Why did they not say cows and chickens and dogs? Not so much as one of the Israelites' animals had died? Maybe they already were...
Boils. Realm of the dead.
Hail. Applications both to vocal range and the ability (not size or bulk) difference between voting and runtling. Do not send any little meatfest boys to a c-ah-ntest with a real man. I will blow your ears off and you won't even be able to tell your friends how you lost.
Locusts. Hungry. That's one of those inside out maybe jokes. You shoud be fasting, you should be tightening up, hunger pangs are good for you... but, yeah, I am hungry enough to chew my own eyelids. As I have been doing this for so long, though, one full size meal (say, the usual $8 burrito and pack of peanuts) packs me tight full like thanksgiving and I need two bottles of Mt. Dew to bring my sugar to where I wanted the meal to bring it. The honey roasted peanut plus maple brown sugar oatmeal with muffin or cookies or sugar-biscuit broken up into fares better for the sugar (and perfect for the brick) but not quite as well as the satisfaction.
Darkness. The rest of the people don't know WTF to do, because they're voices haven't dropped, and they don't want to believe it. They like having sex with children and reanimated animals. Along with the pestilence, why the need to make such an assertion about the animals in the darkness? Maybe it's a hint to their eyes... See also v 28 and 29. "Pay not attention to this Egyptian, you will never see him again in your life." That's Moses knocking on your tailback while you're eatin' it. The mechanism here is a scripting nuance. Pharaoh rides it on Moses, Moses will need to go ride it on the people. See also Jesus telling Peter "get behind me, SATAN!". So, as a movie producer, try to figure out who said that to Jesus just prior to that, and who Peter will need to go say that to after that. Humans are like that. Whenever they get a real good new jab they turn around and use it right away.
Death. Jehu knocks the temple of the Baals into power-saving mode, they develop the plague from too many lost balls in the machine, or else you're gettin' the hell out of the house and goin' out on your own.
When is your voice going to drop?
The book of Revelations. Again, many different ways to size the scenes against the scope and breadth of history and ages of the world. Again, we'll take this as your route to manhood.
The first vision. Actually, John is locked up in a viewing room as he watches the festivities over the newly mummified baby. Here, record this script for us that we have a running account of doing it the same, or noting what we've changed. I'll try not to get hung up on these nuances which are not directly applicable to the plague system to manhood. Lampstands (1:13), arms and legs (pirate party).
1:15 voice of rushing water
1:16 keep track of your tongue while working on all the rehab... work with the Melchizedek one hundred
The "seven stars", and other stars. These are the talents and shinies you will find on your route to manhood if you're walking the right path. Today's scripture describes Melchizedek's heart (not real impressive, but with plenty of stones) and a big pearl (I have other pearls, not just the really big one).
Letters to the churches. As you wish, cross-reference with either the table of the nations and the heirarchy of financial superiority. Lots of talk of voices. Notice how the churches being written to appear to have this little trick or trait system over each other. Whoever has ears ought to hear the difference in your vocal range if you're doing it right.
2:9 Pretending to be this and really blowing dogs and eating farm sh*t. a Satan rose against Israel, causing David to call for a census. Satan is an affliction, not an actual personage. Their high anxiety lifestyle from eating farm sh*t. That 102 degree lust for money. David's plight was also attempting to follow Ezra's route to clear out the realm of the dead... "how many of these f*ckin' things are there? YOU! KEEP COUNT that we don't get stupid on anybody else trying this." "But, sir, when you work on the rows and patches, we can't hardly keep up!" "COUNT BY TENS OR SOMETHING!"
4:1 another trumpetlike voice
4:6 another one of those crystal shiny things
4:8 living creatures covered with eyes... not so much eyes this time. You're looking at the any port in a storm jellyfish that the eunuchs make down in heaven. They also have groups. They'll put together more than one asmodeus and then writhe and twist and bring them together and apart in a dance. Imagine this playing overhead while they all get together and move around each other, entering, leaving, entering, leaving, bring this one (entire group of conglomerate jellyfish) over to this side of that one, etc. etc. etc. Covered with eyes, in addition to the number of people involved in the clusterf*ck, covered with places the paschal lamb was hit with the hot rock... modern day Asmodeus has lots of eyes and hands.
5:2 who is worthy? (Isaiah) And the Lord spoke to Ahaz and said, ask for a sign! And Ahaz said,"NO! I am an animal f*cking faggitt! My voice can't do that!"
6:15-16 Jesus has also been known to say,"Days are comin', says the Lord, when you will look on those mountains and say 'fall on us'" Top tits are the call sign of the eunuch. Man's inhumanity to man... racks up... every time you think you're gettin' yours.
7:13 Who are these people? Those are the rainbowtards, lining up for their shot at the newly heated mummy baby. The letter to the city of Philadelphia
8 Much talk of stars. "A third" of the stars, a third of the sphinx's nose, about 200 hundred to 300 of these talent shinies (each square on the sphinx's nose is a managed script in the eiffel tower scripting setup, if you continue to live then you will catch their special attention and they will wish to keep a close eye on you) by the time you make it to the supra voce.
8:11 Wormwood... many people like to think "Chernobyl", but I believe it's much less important than that. Some of the shinies you pick up will have already been tested in master vs. master rock crushing contests in the hydraulic press. A knight is a tried and tested talent, but perhaps the diamond crystal has darkened from microscopic transpositions in the crystal lattice.
9:7 PHAIRIES! Bugs out of hell. Samuel recently fired Saul for attempting to find a mutually agreeable contract with them. The phairies yet have statues and figures in the world. Frosto, for example, is a phairie straight out of hell. The kingdom of heaven works mostly with the oscillating crystal transceivers (diamond talents and shekels) and the remote control robot video game arcades, they have a small and rudimentary hook to the digital network world when necessary. The bugs, on the other hand, have full network capability, as we went through all the trouble to sign them into permanent apartment dwelling. SSG has the network of world dark fibre under control. Our dark fibre network has confirmed the presence of frosto, and other phairies, from hell, on the network. Frosto's always been pretty cool.
9:20 Of course they didn't repent, as in the time of Noah, Sodom and Gomorrah
10 Believe me or not. The smallest scroll, the smallest servant, sweet in the mouth but sour on the stomach, John the baptist was stupid enough to eat the locusts (have you ever attempted to digest and pass, say, a bee?).
11:2 the forty-two months... three and a half years coping with the forty thieves before you get up the nads to go for the walk (Jesus settled for a forty day fast--see how that turned out for him?)
Much of the interspersed verbage has applicability to the scenes of making the jellyfish, the scenes of making the mummified baby, the scenes of participants after (and before) the paschal lamb is heated. Some of the characters are the doubles and the roles used by the groups of assailants in the forty thieves system, should you personally be on the path to try and make this work.
11:8 these corpses that don't get buried... because when they catch the plague I am not going to do the work to clear them out. I will wait for the phairies to notice how quiet it is and come up and pick up the bodies themselves, like they did in the old days when they would knock somebody out with the neurotoxin on the carrot stick at the gates of hell.
12:1 woman giving birth, producing the new paschal lamb to take the place of the one that they're currently "preparing" as John watches. The "next in line". The rooster tail on my tainted naval adds up to much more than 2000 years. The baby is taken away to a "safe" place. Uh-huh. All wrapped up in Cinderella's carriage, going from one well-protected bread box to the next.
13:3 mortally wounded head, the boils, the realm of the dead, specifically, the patch at the top of the crown of the head provides a real tight place for the fasting individual to press the paper. That is the "hit this light switch" region and many many many of the siphons will be pressed to it. It's not a patch that you sat on, it's the tightest and thinnest part of the paper with rows and rows of sinus-lined pez dispensers feeding it.
13:4 Worshipping the dragon... the dragon is the temple system prepping the mummy baby... which gave authority to the beast... the kingdom of heaven now makes you eat green eggs and ham, no more seeing the phairies, they have the interface layer for the money... Eleazar refuses to eat pork.
13:13 from time to time the patches will heal--winter cold and dry (with damp mornings) is a great time of the year to just naturally keep pressing and tightening and pressing and tightening. I am guessing that, towards the end, eventually the laws of the dead begin to run out.
13:14 the major money maker is the gypsy caravan carting the dead bodies off stage and propping up the new replacements in the great grand show of the sphinx. Forrest Gump is the chosen rich kid that swoops in to claim all the credits and laud and glory and honor after Lt. Dan is successfully driven up the pole against the storm and moved out of the way. Lt. Dan never knew how profitable he was. Gump gets to enjoy it.
14:7 not only does he have the loud voice, but he managed to regenerate the wings on his ass, too.
Spend some more chapter time walking through images of the egyptian plagues...
17 Now we can start hearing about the harlot.
17:8 beast existed once, exists no longer... look at the dark eyes... and yet it will come again (the dogs in hell have living eyes)
17:10 Looking at the chicken witch pole and remembering that asmodeus has LOTS of eyes these days (not just seven or nine, like a hannukah candle holder), "we three kings plus the fourth dead one", but the fourth dead one is the old model that still looks dead. New model reanimated props are practically indistinguishable (except the eyes) from the formerly living polymorphs. Perhaps the passover described here is not three plus one but five plus one. Like it would really make any difference in a 36 hour beating. Likely the increase was not because of any severity, but to keep track of the numbers and the increase in nations and differentiations necessary to keep the whole network script system together and lined up properly.
17:11 Yeah, the dog is the picture of desperation... get that damned sinner away from my firepit! Has been a long time since any (living) dog actually walked through the process to put the ritz back on and twist back up to human. As the old priests used to tell the dogs,"We don't know why the trees grabbed you. If you're not part of the community of witches hacking on the trees then you will do what it takes to twist back up to a human. If you are part of the community of witches hacking on the trees then you are all going to hell, anyway."
18:2 Not only are they cut-ups, but there's a big historical process keeping track of milestones and landmarks. Here, hold on to this for us, will ya?
18:3 Mild cases of green eggs oil brain damage stupid, millionaires faire better because they already have it... there's a reference to the poo for brains in here somewhere...
Somewhere in Rv (21:10-14) was a city of avenues. That's one really big shiny. I have it on my keychain.
18:21 That millstone is a number of things. It does represent a shiny. Also the millstone $500k payment for a box of eggo waffle, a sprig of hyssop, to play with. That's not the millionaire's child, or their neice, or nephew... that's their eggo! They paid good money for that thing and they will do whatever they want with it!
19:20 false prophets. Rooster tail? Blood of the covenant hand? Solomon's temple on the chest? Tainted naval? Voting voice? Any talents or shekels or other diamond or other crystal shinies not insured by somebody else? Walk with raised heels?
20:8 Gog and Magog, dogs and pedos, dogs and pedos
22:15 See how those people are outside of the Lord's chosen city? Going to hell...
22:17 Jesus, in the gospels, also talks about the gift of life-giving water, the water that will never die... like frozen crystal ice? Diamond, perhaps?