06-17-2019, 08:46 PM
The beer is there because we manifested it. Zane is a physical manifestation of our collective Id. Its been a quiet season for many of us, no? But the Id is awakening.
In the fourth dimension of the physical plane, we attract and manifest in a world made by electricity. In that world, for some of us, who share some strange part of a similar shadow self, we also share the same projection of that shadow self. Funnily enough, our little man in the electrical box imagines himself an electrician.
You’ll all know i speak the truth when Priss moves onto the bud light lime.
Also, with all due respect, dear sister, I don’t think there is any meaningful distinction between “half European and half Indian” and “Mexican”, both words mean the same thing.
She is cute despite her dullness. I certainly can’t hold the fact that her ancestors worshiped a magical serpent with an ear of corn (oh, sorry, maize) for a penis against her. Somebody had to keep the flames of that superstition burning. It is how we weed out the most worthless hippies today. In the end, the people who cut out the hearts of their enemies to honor the Great and Noble Corn Penis were really doing humanity a service. Oh, and something something every part of the animal and so forth.
In the fourth dimension of the physical plane, we attract and manifest in a world made by electricity. In that world, for some of us, who share some strange part of a similar shadow self, we also share the same projection of that shadow self. Funnily enough, our little man in the electrical box imagines himself an electrician.
You’ll all know i speak the truth when Priss moves onto the bud light lime.
Also, with all due respect, dear sister, I don’t think there is any meaningful distinction between “half European and half Indian” and “Mexican”, both words mean the same thing.
She is cute despite her dullness. I certainly can’t hold the fact that her ancestors worshiped a magical serpent with an ear of corn (oh, sorry, maize) for a penis against her. Somebody had to keep the flames of that superstition burning. It is how we weed out the most worthless hippies today. In the end, the people who cut out the hearts of their enemies to honor the Great and Noble Corn Penis were really doing humanity a service. Oh, and something something every part of the animal and so forth.
