Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sir Moore

God Bless you all. Act upon your love that dwells inside your heart, for it yearns to be shared. Four. That is what our Lord is, and ET es what thou art. Be smart in your pants and be calm in your rants lest you appear from above no more than fire ants. London Bridge is falling down, my fair Lady wears the only crown. The Queen Most High, the Mother of us all, floating midst clouds in the sky, has given me life, now I shall not die. Take not my words lightly thrown hard, be on your best est. Allow Angels to guard your every single breath until undertaken, Allah our Abba is Good all the time be there no missed nor mistaking. Opportunity knocks on your forehead, making your bed and you lie where you are led. Your life is more than just this game and is not just going to fizzle out, lest of course you take that route. We are not just robots. We are interstellar astro naughts, see yourself within these ink blots. Icky feelings come up from your soul, if learn to ignore them, you dig your own hole. Eventually you will find hells black back door, wealth full of sin, I'd RATHER be poor.

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