Spin Around
10.28 am. Last edit. Off out, "on d'road". Clear up bedroom, aka., 'Bunker'.
[Liked, Sub'd, commented/link, 'love ya, bro. Holy, x.
MJ.'. Tryin'?]
CORONAVIRUS CATASTROPHE
'No, public speech, freedoms', would be the end of our civil life. The lack of consideration is cumulative. No, one's fault?
A Plant a Seed, taken down? Not mine, all-our worlds opened up the floodgates of new-level, terror and strife?
Truthscoop.net/stormzy-wiley-flow-4-1
Get, no-on-gives-a... Not, Oct., 2020. Not to..., Blogs like MJ's
A, Bellwether.
Might?
No, are.
Aangirfan, off? Y'might as well get The Doors' When the music..., out.
Stop there, will it?
2011, Seen.
Fast-fast forward/here already.
Whatever, we say, except to the people we'd trust with our lives?
What we-speak, We are. Prosecution and punishment, targets.
Y'think-we, typing for kicks. Self-gratifying, and imagining in a swashbuckling espionage-thriller flick?
MJ... "This Is Your Life...?" Prefer to be off-the-inter-net. Know doing so, with leading and do-what-ya-gotta?
One or more readers..., great, no readers?
Chairs out, hymns and a bible. Preach to an empty church (building). Soap-box at Speakers Corner, no crowd? Which is, how, to start. 'Co-opt', an empty beer crate...
"Truthscoop" a religious tract.
"On Line."
Our...? Problems?
But there's, next door? We're all, in it. Busying away, living..?
Talking, which? James (Robertson) and I are planning/hoping-on, talking this morning.
Write to inform my new, girl, when awakes. Please excuse me. MJ's a blogger for God, girlfriend, family, and two friends and, sons. Not to send and email her, in case her alerts are on, and wake her.
One of m'pals? Ne'er read, or seen, Truthscoop/Plant a Seed. The basis for the decision is, "No One, GIVES A...." Deep and reasonable, philosophical-ground.
A constant reminder. Appreciated.
Truthscoop?
Locals, around their 20s. Writing etc., for, them. On, Drill music, and associated.
Up
Plant a Seed?
Doing something in aid of praying. Be better, praying; distraction and stirrer.
Looking on three or four websites for stories of most importance, getting the least attention.
Missed writing on/pledged, ought-er.
A Big Comment, respect to all agreeing and Kevin, himself. A year ago. Noticed by few, now the subject its self, could be said, fading away.
Disagree with the confidence to dismiss the substantial research and docs. All, shattered.
What did I write?
'Don't mind a dose of tyranny, as long as...,' is the problem. Not down my street, in my house?
Not, "me" to care.
Eugenics by GK Chesterton. Tells it. The roof-top shouter. To whom... Who-is-caring, What?
Oh, yeah, Chris, m'mate, has it.
Aangirfan, her/their/self/selves (?), have said in a recent reply/comment:
The numbers waking up has hit the highs.
Increasing, ever day.
Going, to Aangirfan.
Decided, must acknowledge the use of a video clip, and the relevant subscribers. Feels like the weight of un-done school, homework.
A constant experience. [My], school reports? Laugh, and sad-ish., forthcoming, 'P.A.S.', feature.
As James has noted over the years. 'An Aangirfan comment, gains more readers than our blogs'. Except, there are periods of Truther, growth, and decline. Quite a wee renewal at the moment. No revival, as yet.
On Plantaseed.org.uk/tree-talk., are comments from the days. Same ol'me. Repeating m'self/an option?, and fast-track, 'MJ', if new-on?
[All preamble and, "thanks" or Likes, bring new fellow- re-planters, and ground/people to sow into.]
[A] White, Not Black, [Person].
Minutes later, photographers and videographers filmed the agitator aggressively daring Keltner to deploy a can of bear spray he was holding to protect himself as Dolloff and Newman stood by. Keltner resisted engaging in any physical brawl as the agitator escalated. Mere seconds later, he walked away from the agitator only to walk right into what appears to be a deadly ambush with Dolloff. In an instant, Dolloff appeared to grab for something on Keltner’s chest (his holstered weapon?) while Keltner slapped at his face. Dolloff then whipped out a gun and blew off Keltner’s face as the veteran backed away, spraying his repellant in self-defense.
Unz.com/mmalkin/a-media-political-assassination-in-denver.
Good Song Of Feeedom
And now it seems as if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds and now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
I'm a shackled child
Singing the good song of Freedom
They've got no pride, they interrupt our grieving
Tear drops dropping, for the pain of the world
My best friend dies, when she was just a young girl
Left me here, to fend for myself
Now the pain never leaves
We just learn to cope
So when the devil needs hangin will you tie up the rope and shout PULL!
Let's put an end to this bull
Zen thing
How many years before we pratice what we preach
How many tears before we truly clinch the peak
Only to find that there is no honey on the moon
Official goon
With the unofficial croon
:
I'm All Things to All Men
All of the Women
All the Children
Just say when
And I'll take you to my Tardis
Who's the Hardest
Who's the Hardest
:
16 bar cycles
Heart felt recital
From the wacky blacky man they should have called me Michael
Look at the monster you make, look at the monster you pay
But you claim no responsibility
Cause it's each to his self
In these times that we live
Does God have a sense of humor then the joke's on us
Cause we're chasing our tails for how long
The tussle makes us how strong
Vintage poor people fun
If we could ease up on these booze and fags
Then just maybe, life wouldn't be so mad
Be a man my dad said
But what the hell he know
He lost his dreams
He lost his flow
And I don't wanna be alone
I'm born King
So where's my throne
I'm too intense
I'm too deep
I'm too nice for life
So what makes this place so nervous?
:
Look at the monster you make
Look at the monster you pay
But you claim no responsibility
But you claim not
We're searching for Jesus
But I'll be damned
If I'll be crucified by 10,000 spies
Compulsive lies
They Hate Me
They Love Me
They Hate Me
:
Cause I'm All Things to All Men, All of the Women, All the Children
Just say when and I'll take you to my Tardis
Who's the Hardest
Who's the Hardest