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The only thing that matters, is always HOPE
Because media folk are those who 'buy' these children. That is why.
If it's still swimming, maybe it's the inflatable version?
This dot is for https://twitter.com/AtlantisLinds18 who cannot enter here on AU but saw your post on TX
Missile remains should be found. The explosion could be just explosion, the missile is only visible from the shrubs onwards, not coming into the shrubbery. Where is the real intel on this? Where are the interviews? Was there a construction activity before the event? From where would this missile have been fired, by what vehicle positioned where?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rota_Fortunae
"Philosophers say that Fortune is insane and blind and stupid,
and they teach that she stands on a rolling, spherical rock:
they affirm that, wherever chance pushes that rock, Fortuna falls in that direction.
They repeat that she is blind for this reason: that she does not see where she's heading;
they say she's insane, because she is cruel, flaky and unstable;
stupid, because she can't distinguish between the worthy and the unworthy.
— Pacuvius, Scaenicae Romanorum Poesis Fragmenta. Vol. 1, ed. O. Ribbeck, 1897"...
THC cannot undo what your parents did.
If there is no substance, THC cannot show it to you. It can only change perspective, if you ever had one.
Everybody who ever wanted me to try it said the same:
It changes how you look at things.
It makes you laugh.
It is necessary...
None of that took over control over me. I never let anything or anyone take control over me for too long.
It didn't make me laugh.
The first thing i noticed, was this:
I looked at the others...no change, they laughed like some had poked them wildly. I didn't, i felt lost and did not understand why they laughed. I looked down to the ground. An old carpet. Our feet, all big, bigger than ever before. I felt like a hobbit. I felt extremely small, like a toddler almost. Then it rang a bell in me.
It makes people come to their first senses they had. Most people laugh, some get cruel (yeah, suckers), some get silent, some feel small, tiny even and start to think about the general POV.
Point of view is what is is
I still don't like cement. Full of terrible non-natural chemistry. What do you do with it, when it's taken down? You dig it under..they are going to dig this stuff out forever.
He's doing it like Jerry Lewis these days.
The world is quite insane, i woulna worry too much.
promoting this is as terrible as committing the crime
Hacking with an axe in your hands means, you have to actually swing it, not just look at it.
Translation: If you know stuff, and not use the info in practical life, you're not a hacker.
We used to buy waterproof mascara when we went to the jump tower in our public pool... it's not a Diva, if it doesn't Dive. ; ]
Beside, more product, worse skin.. ;]
Ha. I've been like this for most of my life.. ;] You will soooo get used to it.
Focus for a moment on the worst outcome and how to handle that. Just for a moment. Then pray and feel the need to focus on the least worst outcome and henceforth work your way through most possible endings towards the more pleasant ones, then do something completely different and simply enjoy it. Now you are prepared. You went through the emotions connected to it. You can let go of them now and let fate decide upon you.
There is always another time to fear, but if you have to fear, then focus on it deliberately.
May the angels hold your hand and may the judge be on the right track with you and be of Solomon's counsel, if not more than that have hope and faith in the humans on board the great ship of time.
They have to get rid of Bitumen, somehow. otherwise, it would be usable for healing of wounds.
They have to get rid of Bitumen, somehow. otherwise, it would be usable for healing of wounds.
🇳🇱🇺🇲🇲🇫🇮🇸🇱🇺🇳🇿🇲🇸🇷🇺There are so many flags using those colors..
Better stay off the grid, as i do.
There is no way back.
It's like playing a game for too long, they will never level with you, unless they play it as much as you did. Then they get annoyed and jealous, envious, leave it. There is no way unlearning what you can do with your time. One day, we'll all meet in another place, called the sanctuary, but we need to build it, before we can live it. Me, i don't know, how, too, have your own truck, maybe?
