What with the bankruptcy of God’s eye in almost all living things; now, most of what isn’t Man in the incarnated state is a deluded maniacal & computerized mammal. Programmed to be tender, mean or stupid. Ignorant to the extreme of what is his very mortal pixelated nature. A brain washed creature, believing that he’s capable of personal thought ! Able to elaborate true worth within, enamored with his silly disrupted figure blurred in the mirror of a shiny glass.
Beautiful, L'aryensoufi, my salutations and compliments. The glitter has indeed gone from the beast. Now we have hordes of glassy eyed, I-phone mesmerized, spineless, supine shuffling, burger king munching, moronic zombies. The Tribe and its Freemasonic sycophants have done a helluva job.
The loving way that the adoring kleines mädchen embraces the Führer. The kindly and decent, fatherly way that he has. I had never noticed before how at once his hands are artistic, yet manly. A great photograph, and a great piece, dear sir!
Right on topic L'AryenSoufi. Your input has been sorely missed but in retrospect that was all part of the strategy of the devil that drove you off. You should be proud. As I recollect you were its first target...
To paraphrase Shakespeare to destroy or not to destroy, as if there ever was a choice. Sometimes there is pain that reaches down into the most abyssal depths of darkness. Last night I dined on Sushi in the heart of Babylon, I all in black as I am right now writing this. It is customary for Jesuits, Rabbis and most of all; Judges to wear black. My daughter a very high-priced call girl sat across from me in her fox coat accompanied by her little French bulldog wearing a designer outfit that's cost was surpassed in the restaurant only by her own outfit. The diners, well you have just described them to perfection right here. A beautiful young woman accompanied by her daughter came in and were seated in the booth next to us. Shortly thereafter her male escort, a proud and handsome young man, came in and seated himself across from her. My daughter, the most powerful witch I know besides the queen herself, and I discussed the plight of the soon to be deceased human race. As we finished our meal the couple's daughter discovered the little dog right behind her seat and lit up with glee as she came over to pet the dog. The dog usually quite standoffish reciprocated by enthusiastically licking her face. The mother came over with a smile that would have made any angel envious and was soon joined by her man. A strange feeling pierced the raging darkness of my soul, a feeling that can only be described as love. Then came the guilt. Are they to perish for the mistakes we have made?
Beautiful, L'aryensoufi, my salutations and compliments. The glitter has indeed gone from the beast. Now we have hordes of glassy eyed, I-phone mesmerized, spineless, supine shuffling, burger king munching, moronic zombies. The Tribe and its Freemasonic sycophants have done a helluva job.
The loving way that the adoring kleines mädchen embraces the Führer. The kindly and decent, fatherly way that he has. I had never noticed before how at once his hands are artistic, yet manly. A great photograph, and a great piece, dear sir!
Right on topic L'AryenSoufi. Your input has been sorely missed but in retrospect that was all part of the strategy of the devil that drove you off. You should be proud. As I recollect you were its first target...
To paraphrase Shakespeare to destroy or not to destroy, as if there ever was a choice. Sometimes there is pain that reaches down into the most abyssal depths of darkness. Last night I dined on Sushi in the heart of Babylon, I all in black as I am right now writing this. It is customary for Jesuits, Rabbis and most of all; Judges to wear black. My daughter a very high-priced call girl sat across from me in her fox coat accompanied by her little French bulldog wearing a designer outfit that's cost was surpassed in the restaurant only by her own outfit. The diners, well you have just described them to perfection right here. A beautiful young woman accompanied by her daughter came in and were seated in the booth next to us. Shortly thereafter her male escort, a proud and handsome young man, came in and seated himself across from her. My daughter, the most powerful witch I know besides the queen herself, and I discussed the plight of the soon to be deceased human race. As we finished our meal the couple's daughter discovered the little dog right behind her seat and lit up with glee as she came over to pet the dog. The dog usually quite standoffish reciprocated by enthusiastically licking her face. The mother came over with a smile that would have made any angel envious and was soon joined by her man. A strange feeling pierced the raging darkness of my soul, a feeling that can only be described as love. Then came the guilt. Are they to perish for the mistakes we have made?