Roots - September 28, 2020.
Blank (to start). Indicates, last one, completed. New one up. Off at 14.30
[17.42] Soul Rebel, is a God, move. The soul (?), is whole, and rebels against, the British Con., Corp. is, Godly, and Right-Standing.
"Seen."
I AM A TREE
And, Snake Juice.
Balls
Roots, the day.
. . .
Columbus
Something for the morn. Last written touch at 7.58 am. '9/11 Myths', added 8.43 am.
Grow
Trellick
From a hip-hop video. Locals I knew, to 'say hello.' Mate inside, on the 12th, Johnny, and so..., What video/song?
On MJ's Vid., Charts? A bias, and with song included: The Greatest 2019 example, of why UK is, where. . . .
Aangirfan And Paint Your Wagon
16:37 Last, Spit. Last orders. Tis, Gays' loving. Nah, all -'gay'-loving? MJ, out.
AANIRFAN.BLOGSPOT.COM
CORONAVIRUS LIES; SCAMDEMIC.
Commented on Aangirfan. 'AD up, love ya, x'.
Managed a minute of the vid., on the last news-source, standing. Only one to, inhabit.
CofE, and BBB(2), accepted. Hear what the bros., has to say, later.
. . .
Men In Prison
A Mobb Monday, Men in Prisons, Mental Illness, Post-Evangelicals, 'Sex, Love, And Romance'.
Plantaseed.org.uk/jamar-and-godfrey
TOMORROW, PAINT YOUR WAGON.
Alison
Writing: On at 07.07. [Time]. Off, 8.05. On, 8.45. Off, 9.40.
Music... a handful. And, time keeps on tickerty. tick. tick, ticking. Ticking...
Grip Of Bullies
. . .Sue Cook
In the morn, in the meantime...
JESUS REAL <REALIST> Ya, heard.
For street niggas...
Plantaseed.org.uk/harry-hippie
All afternoon, chatting with S. Awan, something we're, discussing:
Burning Blogger (of Bedlam) on Tap.
Where will we go?
When di . . .
The Boys Are Back In Town
Ps. 91 and NWO, Pt. 2. And; 'Hey Sweetheart Day'.
Crimesofempire.com/2020/10/08/pandemic-1
Please note, posts are edited, post-published. Today, over the next two hours, here and there.
Praise God, 09/10/20, it, is, Hey Sweetheart Day.
Psalm 91 and the NWO.
A driving factor against . . .
Harry Hippie
Psalm 91 and The New World Order
Vexed
7.30 am, done an hour, will put a time up when kick off, next. 08:08 ["nice"], off to war, and, what... ever, x
'One time type and tell', I wrote. (Gal. front).
Second, shout. My new, friend?
Never met, or, spoken with?
. . .