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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Witness
A letter to S.H.I.T.
Self
Hating
Intense
Takers
Know this:
I don't have to answer your questions or attend your mock schools. Leave!!! I am not beneath you, you are beneath me! I am no longer a small Child, ignorant and afraid, pissing myself from solitary confinement!
I don't want to wait and die a slow agonizing death any more with you! Nor share my food, time and space with a malevolent being such as you. You are not my taste, my people nor my brand! Though somehow you were my earthly Father, my Sisters, said to be my fellows, my teachers, and friends. A grand swapping, an invasion like no other of; gypsy galactic scum infiltrators of a peaceful peoples, such my beginnings, long ago!
Though I tried to embrace, not knowing better your deviant sexual practises, your self pity way, your thinking always leading towards your ultimate self indulgences.
I was born perfect and peace filled and you were not. The very Quarks are my witnesses and can attest to that!
Leave, leave my Planet, where ever I may be. In fact we (Children of Bliss) shall erase you with our superior methods, and WE ARE WINNING!
You can travel through time, rape and kill us in time...but still you lose, how pathetic. You can traffic, us to other shores, but like attracts like, and now there is no place left, due your own defilement in doing wrong, for you to go...how ironic!
I know who I am, and what I would have done, if not bred to be ignorant, as you laughed and took my meals, my pay, my means in your drunken ignorance, you ugly underdeveloped scum, may you die finally, and never return!
Because I AM and have always been!
There you have it. You have your slave class. The piles are being moved by the millions, of tons. The disproportionate and ugly architecture is being erect. The crude pollutants and flying contraptions, hung in the heavens. The slave is appeased, and forgets himself, from the ingestion and dumbification of machinations galore IE tooth paste, bleached flour and sugars and genetically (for ill) modified foods.
How about, I wont feel guilty about anything I have ever done, thought or said? Because of the now completely provable involvement. You have been there before I could think, or will a defiance, and I want to know why and how?!
I don't want your crap food, or your shitty putput cars, whether they are gas burning or electric. I don't like, nor care for your version of food, which has silently killed me off and muted me. I don't ask for your brand of doctoring, which kills off millions by the month!
I demand back the genius and beauty I was born with and born to be. I want the unobstructed voice, which could carry a note into the heavens. From emotion so pure and raw, the love and care of others like me, was and is not my weakness. You have made a vagabond of me, now commissioned through soul to break free from these insane demons, who allow no peace. No silence on which to build highways and byways in space and within the personal mind. My life, is worth more than your life!
No, I have a different desire, and your inferior, sadistic and schizophrenic, psychopathic interruptions, will never be needed, nor called upon again.
I want to map, study and chart these aliens (to truth), whether from this place or not, so that they will continuously be obliterated from any where, life, wills to emerge and grow.~SM13
I want to see you die, once and for all LIAR LEAVE!~
Barry Gene Masteller was and is a drunken underdeveloped Child Beater, never arrested nor served time, and sells his Art internationally, He has my Light, as well as Michelle Pisciotta and I want it returned at once! Shit rip off, self provocating pictures in CRAP paint, scribbling for an identity, you shall never have.
Witness
A letter to S.H.I.T.
Self
Hating
Intense
Takers
Know this:
I don't have to answer your questions or attend your mock schools. Leave!!! I am not beneath you, you are beneath me! I am no longer a small Child, ignorant and afraid, pissing myself from solitary confinement!
I don't want to wait and die a slow agonizing death any more with you! Nor share my food, time and space with a malevolent being such as you. You are not my taste, my people nor my brand! Though somehow you were my earthly Father, my Sisters, said to be my fellows, my teachers, and friends. A grand swapping, an invasion like no other of; gypsy galactic scum infiltrators of a peaceful peoples, such my beginnings, long ago!
Though I tried to embrace, not knowing better your deviant sexual practises, your self pity way, your thinking always leading towards your ultimate self indulgences.
I was born perfect and peace filled and you were not. The very Quarks are my witnesses and can attest to that!
Leave, leave my Planet, where ever I may be. In fact we (Children of Bliss) shall erase you with our superior methods, and WE ARE WINNING!
You can travel through time, rape and kill us in time...but still you lose, how pathetic. You can traffic, us to other shores, but like attracts like, and now there is no place left, due your own defilement in doing wrong, for you to go...how ironic!
I know who I am, and what I would have done, if not bred to be ignorant, as you laughed and took my meals, my pay, my means in your drunken ignorance, you ugly underdeveloped scum, may you die finally, and never return!
Because I AM and have always been!
There you have it. You have your slave class. The piles are being moved by the millions, of tons. The disproportionate and ugly architecture is being erect. The crude pollutants and flying contraptions, hung in the heavens. The slave is appeased, and forgets himself, from the ingestion and dumbification of machinations galore IE tooth paste, bleached flour and sugars and genetically (for ill) modified foods.
How about, I wont feel guilty about anything I have ever done, thought or said? Because of the now completely provable involvement. You have been there before I could think, or will a defiance, and I want to know why and how?!
I don't want your crap food, or your shitty putput cars, whether they are gas burning or electric. I don't like, nor care for your version of food, which has silently killed me off and muted me. I don't ask for your brand of doctoring, which kills off millions by the month!
I demand back the genius and beauty I was born with and born to be. I want the unobstructed voice, which could carry a note into the heavens. From emotion so pure and raw, the love and care of others like me, was and is not my weakness. You have made a vagabond of me, now commissioned through soul to break free from these insane demons, who allow no peace. No silence on which to build highways and byways in space and within the personal mind. My life, is worth more than your life!
No, I have a different desire, and your inferior, sadistic and schizophrenic, psychopathic interruptions, will never be needed, nor called upon again.
I want to map, study and chart these aliens (to truth), whether from this place or not, so that they will continuously be obliterated from any where, life, wills to emerge and grow.~SM13
I want to see you die, once and for all LIAR LEAVE!~
Barry Gene Masteller was and is a drunken underdeveloped Child Beater, never arrested nor served time, and sells his Art internationally, He has my Light, as well as Michelle Pisciotta and I want it returned at once! Shit rip off, self provocating pictures in CRAP paint, scribbling for an identity, you shall never have.
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