Publicerad 2024-12-06 17:49 av Gabriella Fuchsia Anthonnella Circi




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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