Oh, cluster fuckers! I’m on the toilet appropriately and would like to blog about this evening’s meeting with “Jeff”, if that’s his “real” name. I “know” you and and your “brother’s keepers”, including “Bill” and the redhead whom he said had photographic memories, are reading!
A few days ago, I had a premonition, err, “subtle” thought that “Jeff” would change the location of our meeting from my neighborhood to closest to where he lives. (I suggested earlier during work this morning that I could drive to his convenience since he takes the bus). I was at my McD then we met at Denny’s instead.
We texted each other. I had a difficult time using my smartphone navigation because he didn’t give me the address in time!
I had my “location” turned on for my “protection”. I sensed two agents were sitting nearby. One fat whitish man and one long-haired brunette. Heck! His number is from Virginia, a hot spot for agents! But I didn’t mind him profiling unto moi and shared bits and pieces of my family and moi. Idiots.
Listen, up! I was already warned about any weird secret agendas. Honestly, you reptilians are riding on my last nerves! (He flicked his forked tongue once during the meeting and towards the end of our meeting while he pointed out to his files on my laptop. I saw that out of the corner of my right eyeball!) Fuck!
I know y’all are trying to help. But please do me/us a favor, and just clean up/fix your mess. Y’all don’t need/want me to make a difference. I’m merely observing, remember? I was hoping to get paid extra money doing simple filing work after volunteering my time in order to get hands on experience as a noob. Sheesh!
It’s now 2024 p.m. and I’ve returned from reprocessing my three black shopping bags (which worked these past few days until my right arm and shoulder started hurting) back to dad’s $40 blue coloured roller cooler from Sports Authority long ago. I’d hate to disappoint my dad.
Anyway, the tall, narrow-framed guy is an old black man, who retired in 1992 from the USN since 1962. His brother has an uncle, or relative, whoever, that was stationed, or whatever, in Subic Bay. He mentioned other places in Mindanao and the humidity. I told him I haven’t visited that place and that I was born and raised here in America.
He has a smallish, insectoid head, lower Sanpaku bug eyes (of which he removed his smallish black plastic eyeglass frames because he “heard” my thoughts), and whitish stands for a beard. His teeth appears narrow and some were sharpened. One lower/make tooth overlapped the other lower middle tooth. The upper left was worn upward.
He sounds more like an “on high” preacher of his agenda, of which the likes of the surfers, the messiah, and crystallized pals are aware. “Tim” Turner is a familiar name among these reptilians. Now I have to listen to his audio files. I’ll provide feedback on my impressions whenever, later on. Sheesh.
My curiosity lead to almost over fifteen years of very freaking slow re-search by the holy temple of vast dis-information known as the “tube”, or television, or simply by the godless computers!
He mentioned there is only one “God”, or as Jeff proclaimed, “the Big G, not the small g”. I was thinking to myself: You damn Masons keep worshipping your Lucifer. Ugh!
He has already described how the decisions have already been made by the Big G. I kept inserting what I already know – between fate and freewill regarding copyrighting/trademarking a New Order, err, Identity through pieces of papers.
Right there, he contradicts himself. T
hat’s right! Y’all are messing with the Truth! Y’all can change your baptismal names to some fictional one and still have a soul!
He mentioned two words Trust and then Faith, of which I filled in the final/third word as “Perseverance”. Y’all see? He talks in codes. But these are based on what I’ve read online, the godless temple. I know nothing else.
Before we parted ways, the final words were that God allows for U-turns and God forgives. He mentioned Psalms and David’s good heart. I mentioned the Revelation and the Song of Solomon. He uses the word “negative”. God is in control. Eh.
En route homebound at 1843 p.m., I saw two yellow display boards attached to the chain link barricade above the freeway walkway. The black ink reminded us: “Jesus saves us from hell” (left) and “Ask Jesus for mercy” (right).
He also used the words: “It will happen”. That’s what Landy K, a definite reptilian, a constant tongue-flicker, said many slong years ago! I still don’t understand what they are referring. Maybe it’s “disclosures”, God’s Throne “on high”, New World. I don’t know or care.
Therefore, go forth chumps! Discern the Truth. Know yourself first! And good luck in connecting with God through your consent and without going through religion! Idiots. I’m bored again.
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