the nanochip
why does no one talk about that anymore?
they are afraid. dont do drugs i say but i
take dip. i sunk the lowest possible during
metamorphosis. it now tastes like hydrogen
rubber. bella said "how nice it burns :D"
yeah ive been to hell and back and today i
look like a tired butterfly. beyond this is
puppy. yes for ½ a year bella wanted to
see me but i knew i couldnt get to her
frequency. she cried and she cried but
then i made a low poem to her family.
suddenly "jag har letat efter dig, du blir
anmäld om du inte tar bort den :D"
she knows sourcecode to the universe.
android 065. i am mk ultra bluebeam
singing bird. one of my first memories
is 3 people being by my room in saras
and mine (not the utbyggnad) by the
window. i now understand more. they
looked in. was it a dream? nightmare?
i cant really tell. but i know. a key to the
future. they looked old. about 60 or so.
it was the 3 people which died at 49.
so my grandma ellen biberg knew very
good numerology. i am royal as you see
by her last name. "philosophy is the ulti
mate aphrodisiac pleasure": i dont agree.
i get flow. not horniness. but i guess i do.
staring into the void it stares back.
this is not predetermined. but it is.
my granddaughter knows signal.
i am a spiritual medium.
i listened to the fun things and not
the advice. thus miss mom only wants
me as a clown and a muse.
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