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War in La Jolla, seventh year, twenty-second entry
Like taking a sabbatical to a small central American impoverished nation...
Or participating in a sociological study of some deep African clan or tribe...
Or living a sequestered and isolated existence in the back country of southeast Asia...
War in La Jolla, seventh year, twenty-first entry
War in La Jolla, seventh year, twentieth entry
Updated Rolling Cues to include the carnival model for those of you unable to figure it out yet.
http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/rc-mode-carnies
http://mapfortu.wikidot.com
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http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/bible/acts/13:17
War in La Jolla, seventh year, sixteenth entry
When you fall, it will not take near this much to make you go down.
When you get back up, you will not be near this large.
You will never make that walk back, and you will never have this rock ice to show for it.
War in La Jolla, seventh year, fifteenth entry
Keywords for the majordomo 'bots. Pedodogsex, pedophilia, bestiality, murder, terrorism, bomb threats, treason.
I want you to DIE you fucking bastard cunt. You shit-faggitts have been stalking me on the network and in real life. DIE YOU FUCKING CUNT. Go the fuck away and DIE. I will kill you myself. Come here you little coward sh_t-faggitt. *grabs AC by the neck and beats the fucking tar out of him* This is a death threat. This is a one hundred percent complete death threat. If you ever have the fucking balls to stop playing your secret spy game, hiding behind the corners, and playing you fucking game on the 'net. I will fucking KILL YOU. This is a 100% death threat. Call your fucking attorney. Call the FBI. Tell everybody you know. Tell me where you live faggitt and I will show up to kill you!
NOW FUCKING DIE.
War in La Jolla, seventh year, fourteenth entry
Quick little discussion of the comment exchange on a recent JE.
Hey stupid. You're not supposed to be pushing grudges in public. Party rules for you millionaire shit-fag animal pedo faggitts. You show up being stupid and acting like nobody knows, you get called, you go fuck your dog and eat dog shit.
Stop being stupid, faggitt. Go fuck your dog, go eat more animal shit, and, when you lose your little grudge fight, you will do it again.
Go fuck your dog and eat more animal shit. You don't have enough money to win the fight you're trying to pick. You're going to hell anyway. Are you wasting time playing with the money, your dog, and your little girl? We both know you're one of the zoo-fucker rainbowtards, as is half this entire area by now.
Are you done crying to the police yet? They know that, when it comes to pedodogsex, you're the shitbags.
War in La Jolla, seventh year, thirteenth(a) entry
I had been waiting for a more opportune time to include the "upper room" into the rehab manuals--waiting for a time when the material appeared to invite it. That never happened because the rehab routines have not really changed since I first began recording them several years ago and the Fifo2ed rewrite is as comprehensive and easy-to-follow as I am able to imagine.
http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/prup
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War in La Jolla, seventh year, thirteenth entry
If only they could eat enough farm poo to have enough money to win.
If only they could eat enough farm poo to have enough money to beat me.
If only they could make him mad then, when they call the police, nobody will know they eat farm poo for their money.
If only they could jack off their dog enough to make somebody, anybody, mad then nobody will know they all eat farm poo for their money.
Pyros of the world... IGNITE !!!