Medals of Honour

I serve. I get used but I serve and that's more pulling even than needed for the charriot mine. In the real world I am a kind self taught channeler and Reiki Master and for the last three years I have mastered lot. I get confused and diffused by the various contenders in the game of life, no other than Missy have mastered and fused in a manner akin to Ka Yoga. It has not promoted me much, this one, over 2000 posts yet to date, this blog is my sound chappel, my one nef. No more altars. I have gained in the game of life the gauge of a character with yellow, amber and horrific meals when the line up receeds. On the other side, I play with my mind like others play with ball, I am self originated I have been chaneller for a while. We score 10 over ten in accuracy so... I have to offer is my life and I serve. I am a Reiki Mater and my world holds intact,as you see. I have very little access to the real plan here but I guess someone has to force in the line and both sides torn apart but in time will cheer and kiss flesh, the blond is my mate but we have to do something, as per page 9. Use with science and apply silence.This is west nile virus coming to Montreal...I am joking I an the tonal. I seer and gage I with reason to easy to brush off with five minutes of stare. The girl drops a glass the bend in the buck belly reminds of a guy that I drown...All white and puffed. I know the truth but I am a psychic 40. I have been here before but stronger guys are in the line. Somewhere a judge shakes. The new nose job of missy CHOU is the equivalent of Photo Shop dealing with the stars and the stride, brutal and veridic like I have drawn it by myself, on Photo Shop. Er...We two are friends from back in the eighties, Bus B, I have attracted the attentions of madam on appearing and attempting to date but miss is ultra shy like per attemt 3 in the metro London back in spring 2005 and the two neo zeandish held tight, side by side but it appaers she don't mind me though. We have lived within distance for 3 years and decided to not meet despite the CC: OUR STORY and inbox draughts pilling in this. There is a plan apparently and the missy won't admit it but from where I stand I am alone, by the dictaphone, loser, Melchior. The blond is a friend, this is a job. Secret servicing meat. We support each other since 2005 winter. Should I take or leave it there, the girl not the name. The less we can do is to remain curteous and discreet standing on this side of the roll of news magic that makes all be hazy. Unpregnating me. We know something the man and I and the real liking of one another, with Xe Xe cross limbs in the middle...is true show. I mean Maddox the first still denying shots and the money now coming in I, nearly am brave enough to address words again, this is not mine. Red head darling adored by most. I am secret CC and whole golds behind me. The whole of the show is to make sales and turn each other violently with printed shi*t for the last few years making a Familly happy for the head lines. I have a serving dish missing, sorry I mean ther is something in my past hence the delight at denying I could be, skeletons in the cupboard, they call it, necessarilly I get housed out and left at the door reeling prayers and adding up stares for when I will be accepted, t' was a long time ago your honour...Can I be forgiven and kiss the dame? The real show is brewing, all have aggreed to delay and play shove on your belly and denying me. I anticipate flying V guitars and lining side by side in bed too shocked by the present of this relationship. A real threat to those who want all stars intact in reputation and life line. We know so many things the missy and me that we don't phone, we CC: and FW but the work of our two heads but the apex, but the line in lines through the seeds but the rock of Gibraltar in violent elapses of a kiss on both cheeks, but a lie to prevail in our real lives stories...and that is some nonsense, I am messianic....Love to those who read and make out something

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