Three Hundred Fifty

Two weeks and a day short of a year could be one way of putting it. But it’s not.

The amount we put in our hard work depends on the way our hands can profit. That is having the resources to do, so.

However, when there are so many people that others prefer to take care of and everyone in the world thinks they know this something is about to change. I guarantee it.

When bad people sit back and don’t make a move, then we know they’re all involved starting with a buckeye accident. Hopefully no one collected insurance off of it. As men and women, here, will k*ll after they’ve k*lled. And m*rder after death. I promise you this.

Some of them even go to the extremes of wanting to wait and just see what happens because they believe they’re not even scared of Andonai. And they may not be since Satan is deep in their minds. Where he’s going to stay. Because it’s the only way when they’ve gotten this bad. Then we know how to handle their spoiledness.

Now, about fifteen years ago I was called a yellow eyed booger in a round about way from a little girl whose daddy was suppose to be wealthy when men was using her. Uh-huh. 

She was part of the same conspiracy that left a little 16 year old girl d*ad and her mother knew it. Repulsive.

Now I’ve tried to be patient until Andonai showed me the light. And now I cry for him. No more for any human being on this planet unless I speak to them first. And there are very few that I even want to look at including the church goers I’ve met.