My mins is a scrap book of names and faces, my minds an empty lot full of plaines and spaces, ever since a baby my brain's been wasted, I was pumped full of drugs to remain complacent, love is cool, but if you find pain , embrace it , the laws of the land are plainly stated , another mans words are merely meal replacements, but a hungry mind is never satiated

Looking at your posts... I see pain... I am feeling you.... I see you... would you take my hand??? ... for I will reach out to you and pull you into the fold... these people here love you... and I will show you their resolve.... I was lost.. but now am found.... I only just got it from Q... Will you join Me?... we Love you

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose".

Okay Im done now, thank you. you reached out the perfect time, I needed someone to listen to my ramblings, and I appreciate your time and energy, I humblry and graciously reciprocate back to you, and so it is.

And we know... a marine who has done much to push Q on his podcast and when he was serial brain... all connected to military