Sad musings for past ad

My posts and papers disappear, all the time, and i've been a prolific writer.  So i don't have the record of a post and my posts are often changed/altered, of when i was still in at least my 8th day nature and placed an ad for any radio job, suggesting the comprehensive development of sensitivity and affairs of interest, which was buried in a sea of yellow Cadillac Jacks.  But it would be fun if you could know what my role and purpose would have been, possibly recoverable by some series of miracles then, in around 2012 or 2013.  It's a whole different language of love and professionalism never-before-known.

They're experts at manipulating small worms.

I consider warm, elegant, feminine sweetness as it was in the movies throughout the 1900's to be 8th day, but at the same time i consider such people 7's on the 8th day, and that i was the only 8, even though i was level 10 quite distinguishably, and that saved gracious christians from anywhere are up to high 7's as beneficiaries and much kinder with their principles, too, - which my people were turning into by the way - also being lumped as 8's, but that there are other people who flow in an incredible sweet expressive fun, who are actual 8's.  No part of this blog apart from other references is the whole story, mind anyone.  I didn't say that on my radio ad.

Spiritual help for people is diversely complex, and i never approved of or wanted the erosion of another plane - it did, at least the agreement of interests as able to be separately piped in as a cold, controlling grotesque feeling of moral disdain, in an attack on any number of us.  Thoughts as commands are cold.  Now my people, the angels, were trees.  Maybe it's not too late.  In the movie Noah (yeah, i saw that one.  now i just watch donald trump on tv all the time) that was when trees first appeared, just like they say the world is 6000 years old.

I was born on the jubilancy, and an ephiphany to come was somewhat higher.

It IS level 1 cute (obnoxious/genocide/hell/go back one//) to gamble away the next 26,000 years as ////war with those friends cruelly separated from the ocean.  !!

If I! lived there, Mona, Meena, Myra, and Mully would all be invited down with a kid.  Churn butter.

Astrologically, i actually need someone.  I have no beach gay catholics pictures, i planned to.

I had something better:  quite seriously, an epiphany, after one of my brain bombs, what i learned about the sincere value of something so amazing that transformed as desire (completely) not that i had specifically denied any ever, (i never understand our appreciation of things) of who is so attractive and valued to me, i can't even imagine it it is so appealing how i want a certain kind of love who is handicapped.

What you call personal wrath, i call... weather, in denying all you who want to be symbolically supreme like jesus, someone like princess diana, who could have at least lived in a hovel, but i think was one of the most particularly amazing sweet friends of people and not just causes too in her sensitive activism.  Of course i was nice having already been pre-socially destroyed  at age 21!  to anyone who may or may not be like me able to or ready to interact.  -  i just called myself a jerk.  when does that happen.

i value animals' lives much much more than you people do.