So I’ve been struggling to poop and came across page 273 in one of DB’s book. One sentence mentioned something about `a suit made out cement`. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure it out.
Of course and just like Paw, my imagination of `ADD` interconnects and associates one word or series of words and/or numbers. And this morning I’d like to provide more hints as to the spooks I’ve met online, say around April 4, 2006.
Around July 26, 2006 and July 27, 2006, the chatter online wanted a new suit. He needed money for a new suit. The amount was the same for another dude. The paper showed his cellphone number of the LATTER dude.
Based on my hunch, the twosome either knew about each other or the former got a hold of the LATTER via a goof I made at that time. But like I said, when I needed help no one was there. I prayed for answers. I got no response. But I was it – tag.
That was yet another test of my `sincerity`. I knew nothing then but felt bad about the deception later. My tummy was howling mad and my feet turned ice cold when the former got STUCK. Right there, the sign was not good. But I played along in good faith.
After all, it’s their karma and their souls that will pay the price. I’m waiting to see how they’ve enjoyed my hard work, knowing full well who they messed around with in the first place.
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