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To elicit your man's true genius, create immaculate order in his environment, create magical charm, encourage him and speak only when asked.

Female competition makes a woman see a roving eye when it's not there, then the false accusation makes the male mad, and he's labeled "bad".

I'm grateful for the people I've known. They all had a hand in the way I've grown. It's a kind of throne after the groan--how I was prone.

Men have been unjustly tried and found guilty in love and marriage. It would be such a comfy life and carriage, if men weren't so disparaged.

The wife must be secure or sink in her fears. We don't wear burkas here, so sex triggers are everywhere. Men just want wife and home, hear?

All through the West women are jealous as they PERCEIVE their men's eyes roving. Who's to say what's real, or that the husband isn't loving?

In this generation men are blamed for everything even by other men. All they want is a happy loving wife yet there's strife, a fight 4 life

As a superhero your job is to keep immaculate order, do your yoga, superfoods & the other health protocols you've predecided are beneficial.

You keep staying with the grunge hoping you can elevate him--but all you do is plunge, because weaklings reflect society (they're a sponge).

Why do you wanna be someone's two-bit lackey? That's like my calling Cindy and she never calls back and me calling again, a good ol' friend

The way to deal with grudges is to stop eating fudges. The problem is mankind misjudges and degrades--saddened u fade--but wait, God nudges

Women's faults are many, men have only two: Everything they say and do. Come into the moment with praise, see a new hue & how much you grew

You made me feel so sad, so debased. Never again do I wanna see your face. You'd never let me express my view: I had to brace, disgraced.

So you finally awoke to the idiot bloke! You're still broke, but now you wear the superhero cloak you'll attract new wealthy folk, no joke.

If your husband lacks self-control you find yourself watching him at all times when in public. It's all about lack of trust and your disgust

This is your day, if you have now awoke. Tho' it hurts at first, God spoke. He's broken that painful yoke--and it was no joke: Bad folk.

Eventually all the enigmas come together and you see the perverts. It hurts to see how you've you been used by cruel squirts chasing skirts.

If your husband leers at women he's a louse or a lush. Between lovers that builds a bush, to a trash heap from the plush. Ignore words: mush

You were glowing, the dough was flowing. Then he started to chop you down to size (God heard your cries). Details irrelevant, it's just ties

You take it and take it some more. Then there comes a moment when you see your foe, the guy you know. Suddenly you've lost your glow, no doe

The cruel man is a sponge of the world: reflects it, respects it and thinks it's true. Not you. Don't miss your moment, he's w/out a clue.

The cruel man is compelled to cause you pain. It's spring for awhile, then an awful rain. It's his temporary gain but you can win: refrain

I don't want things from the outer world, just my own mind. That's my own kind, it's the real find. The outer is a grind, leave it behind.

If his words are a verbal assault, kicks the air out or hurts your gut take it as a sign. The guy ain't lying: unrefined, crossed the line.

With wrong eating trained dogs or the sensitive noses smell cancer. But not after 2 days detox and CERTIFIED ORGANIC RAW SUPERFOODS. Cool?

The more they ignored me the more perfect I got. It took years 2 see they were blind (liberals) turning to rot. So what, I won 'cuz I fought

Just watch old movies (forties-fifties) and create your own charming, traditional in-home reality. Shut all else out, that's what I'm about

If adversity merely bend a man, it only makes him stronger. Persevere, for only a little longer and U being the Founder will be a lounger.

Communication has become shallow banter on inane subjects. While it used to be inspiring, descriptive or complex, now it's mostly about sex

TV's never that beneficial. Far better is lookin out the window. Go inside, write it down, its circuitous, but creativity FEELS like limbo

Don't hang on to things you've done. Tomorrow's another day begun, so just ACT then give it a shun. No one remembers anyway, so you've won

When eating wrong it's like a termite-infested house that SUDDENLY caves in: You don't feel it at first, in fact it seems to quench a thirst

Each dawn is a new beginning. Despite our sinning it's a new inning and we can start by grinning. Tho' they're spinning, we'll be winning.

There's a better way to do it. Always intuit. Leave you literal hypnotized left-brain behind, it's low circuit. Go inside, to the moment.

People aren't always bad but by reflecting what they see: they seem mad, get misjudged then become very sad. Take this from me, I'm a grad.

The road to perfection is up down all around. Feel sick? Use this trick: take your smoothie, do your yoga, choose good and make it stick.

Superhero Status is not free gratis. It took years of overcoming with few hiatus: from the dumps you now have high status: its ur apparatus

Drink in His revelation, fill your cask. Now all day in His light will you bask. From clutter to clarity, rid of trash. It's like a bash.

You don't get 'cuz you don't ask. To pray in petition is your task. Thank Him, love Him, take off your mask. Don't sin and this will last

America's being judged, we've lost our hedge. We're plunging towards the ledge despite our government's pledge. Let only God be your wedge

If tweeting's the way to get ahead, I'll see it as my bread. Tho' the future I dread, I'm well read so will teach you instead, feeling led.

The whole superhero archetype's only evoked in times of complete calamity. For pure survival it evokes your highest ability and acuity, see?

Had a bad weekend, before the best expected week ever. That's nature's way, very clever. There are pos/neg forces in every endeavor forever

They say "Hi, amigo". But my reaction to synthetics, perfumes, colognes,after-shaves, dry cleaning chemicals and esp. liberalism is VERTIGO

Puritanism was (and is now) an escape from disorder and debauchery. It was a REACTION to chaos. Create your own clean domain, reject louse

Everyone is "good" tho' creeps. Our soul God keeps even in our sleeps, but only if evil ones we clean-sweeps. It takes leaps, ousting heaps

Can no longer see people. Polyesters, perfumes, pugnacity, perversity--I can't stand tall like a steeple. Must control where I go, or feeble

I'm a woman, very tied to home. For two decades I've made it like Rome, but now I gotta get to high ground: like a dome never to roam, ohm.

These sad times make us closer to God, exclusive of the clod, to them appearing odd but keeping up a good facade while joining with a squad.

Keep to your own reality no matter HOW strange the outer world gets. Keep to your old movies, traditional values and good care of your pets

Once in awhile, popcorn or ice cream (etc.). Don't let things build up, you'll lose your dream, your gleam. Stay on the beam, high esteem

Avoid fillers of time. Your destiny's worth far more than a dime. A wasted day's a crime, from clear to grime. You can STAY in your prime

No matter what sin you did today, declare John 1, 1:9 and you're back to high pay. It's either yay or nay, pray or be prey. Stay here ok?

It's an era of man- not God-worship. Yet man CAN get infinitely evil, so get a grip. It's my job to equip the saints and genius, an IN-trip

B Queen, stay clean and lean. it's a war between sheen and mean. Create and keep to your OWN scene then your future's the best ever seen.

Anything cheesy or smutty must be nipped in the bud, or before long, in comes the flood. Tho' saved by the blood, life still turns to mud.

Horror movies are definitely an entry point. We're talkin' demons: not from a joint but evil thoughts that disappoint. Pray, God anoints.

Don't take people on "face" value, ok? See beyond the clay or you'll be prey. They'll intentionally make your life a fray & you'll pay. PRAY

Avoid all entry points for demons--like modern movies: dirty, cheesy, scary, tawdry, smutty, cruel. You're no fool, to society be no mule.

Society has become smut. You must come INSIDE to your own good Godly world, as above the masses as King Tut. CUT: out-shut, you're no mutt.

No matter what happened yesterday, nor how recently, the superfood smoothie takes all the bad away. Now we can have a great day. Hurray.

The superfood king David Wolfe has basically saved my life from dead diet dogma malnutrition. The FFF was too milquetoast without SUPERFOOD

Tell Glenn Beck the jocularity and levity MUST NOW STOP. The subject's too dire, urgent, tragic, catastrophic. If no a more hick hes my pick

People on the reality shows are so egotistical, carnal, petty, gross, selfish, sensual, vain, vulgar, disloyal, foolish, brutish & bullish.

You must get out of the cities and away from the coasts. It's all going underwater permanently (you're all toasts). Go to HIGH lands, most

The path to True Genius is leaving your day uncommitted. Mental deadlines and "what to wear" are mental hazards, until were like drunkards.

The only way I could adapt to Ray, a retired military officer, was to become extremely strong: the TRUE SELF, like a gong. It is God's song

The constant sense of danger puts you in touch with your heart as the Lone Ranger. You must get hep, and fast--for there's no time stranger

If the breakfast-only plan doesn't appeal, just stop at noon (eat all you want in one long meal). You'll see Im right: get thin and squeal!

This may be the first day of your Daily Fastarian Lifestyle. As noon approaches U wear a smile. It's a sun dial: stay here awhile (beguile)

They didn't really care, they were just hot air. You had such flare, they gave you the glare. Stay in that system, you're without a prayer.

Don't ever bemoan past mistakes or quitting the snakes. You had the aches but those were just practice runs (the stakes) so now, the cakes.

Now that you've eaten your high-fat breakfast, brush your teeth, that's it for the day. Let your mind spin to outer space, enjoy the ray

In this world "good" is called "bad" and bad good. You gotta see through these blocks of wood and stand TALL where genius and saints stood.

The social idiots are thick. Ignore them, abhor them. go watch a flick. They collude together, they stick--but you're a genius, you're quick

Daily Fastarianism is a mental trick. Food life done for the day, the mind goes "click" and its like dropping a brick. Next day look slick

Fast, you'll have a blast. Get the meal behind you (breakfast only) so no more thoughts of food (TOTAL ORDER) and you'll C a future so vast

No diet can be totally dictated. You must find your own groove, I behoove. If constipated two milk smoothies and popcorn, move. Now fast.

Whenever I'd start to diet, I'd get excited. What a riot conjuring up a new quiet. You're invited: stay one-sighted, and we'll be united.

Whatcha look like is important since it reflects your insides. Whatcha do with your time can give entry to demons, dark sides or high tides.

I've been a dieter since age ten. To be less not more was always my yen. Didn't wanna look like mom, sisters or other kin, wanted a new den

To DELETE age, be thin. To have that as your goal stop being a trash bin. That includes thoughts and old memories, so shed that old skin.

It's no big thing to fast 22 hours after a breakfast of high-fat, like a cat. Youll LOVE days like that--when the afternoons are HI not flat

Being skinny is longevity. About this subject have no levity. After sixty you'll age quickly if not like Ghandi. Cute is all: ANGULARITY.

Having repented of sin, Christians can be BOLD. They aren't wimps--its the best story ever told. They are warm in heart, not stony & cold.

Take your high fat breakfast then fast for the day. The superfoods charge you up and the Pcorn scrapes out the whole works. Ready 4 perks.

The OPTIMAL diet is HIGH FAT, LOW SUGAR AND STARCH. How 'bout some no-sugar ice cream after the hi-buttered popcorn? So happy could scream

Take your superfood smoothies in milk, then your polyphenol-rich buttered popcorn, then enjoy your HIGH day. This paradox is my gay buffet.

Popcorn is GOOD for you, with high-polyphenols. "Scientists" of course say to avoid the butter but I say the BUTTER MAKES IT BETTER. Enjoy!

Ray says TULIP is too simple. We need complex boring Baptist church doctrine which puts me ever to sleep with a headache. Just love Jesus.

Eat as much as you want for breakfast (one meal only) then beauty and no more lonely. You're not hungry at noon & in the fast you'll swoon

The breakfast-only plan is just skipping lunch and dinner. If it's high-fat glucagons is elevated, all fat strips off & gone is your cough.

Anyone can lose weight and rise to their destiny (highest fate). It's so simple and easy to become first rate: Just keep a breakfast date.

If you're a Daily Fastarian, rest assured: every morning you're at the top of your game. We're talkin' fame, but if in food disorder, lame.

There's nothing more fun than fasting. Nothing that brings more sense of accomplishment, and it can be done daily, after high-fat breakfast.

After your superfood smoothies and FAT (alot of that--whether butter from cow or cacao) then FAST. Make your afternoon a blast, at last.

While being radically remineralized with powders, drink lotsa water. Get the gold thru the cells for toxin-slaughter (tell son & daughter).

WW II was the most horrible hell on earth, and it can happen again: mass murder by a police state. The liberal's a fool: irate, mean fate.

The word-reversal of "STRESSED" is "DESSERTS": chocolate, coconut, almond butter. What a pleasure (against what you'd gather) & its leisure

Through with the clutter and time dealing with produce. you can now enjoy your day. You're fully mineralized through super-powders, hurray

We can store superfood powders, popcorn, butter. Isnt this better than a tedious veggie garden and all the attendant clutter? Now, putter

For three decades I stuffed myself with produce. Even organic debased my life. It was FAT: milk, cream, butter removing physical strife.

After your smoothie and butter, fast all day. If you gotta eat, have some sugarless ice cream. Stick with fat & SHINE: look cute like cat.

Read my CHAMPION GUIDES: fat is a MOST important food. Demineralized produce is crude. Have your superfood smoothie then butter w popcorn

The only reason I ever ate veggies was 'cuz they were buttered. It's FAT which makes you lettered, not soggy cooked veg and other fetters.

I feel we're off to a brand new adventure. Life begins at 60, now you can detach society completely. It's like a bubble off to space as ACE

Every day I'd be waiting for him to return from work, then weekends he was off to church meetings. It's solitude vs. defeatings, unseatings

Hurray, Ray: has agreed to retire, to COMPLETELY fall out of structure with me--an unplanned right-brained day of high-pay play 4 every day.

I'm in the know but wanted to please society as friend not foe. I tried to go, to get in their flow. Made a humble bow but ceased to grow.

All thru the ages church elders were in a flutter. Petty hierarchies, sterile dynasties of dull phrases said in a mutter. 2 me its a gutter

Like all vegans David Wolfe's against milk and butter. I had the experience and sagacity to mature beyond pedantry, it was so much better.

Freedom from mind control has opened the mind to INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. Gone is the fight, I'm in retirement from blight, it feels right.

The superfood smoothies with milk is working miracles. Another new thing that works is buttered popcorn, a maximum scraper with the BEST fat

World success and nothing less. Why ? Cuz I'm blessed, well-dressed, unstressed and fully prepared (it's all science not a guess)--no jest.

LOVE GOD, LOVE GOD, LOVE GOD! Why go to church, to ensure I go to heaven? That's the false threat of leaven. I'm saved, behaved, world rave

I feel so GREAT this morning--NO MORE CHURCH! I've made the decision, let Ray go and stay in derision, fights like incision, evil division.

Wanna be more like my dad: dapper, clean, spiffy but silent, gentle, dignified and sweet. No chest to beat , nice smile to greet & ever-neat

To shine you gotta be a control freak. We're talkin' food, friends, family, home--control the clique to stay chic or it turns out bleak.

Always had problems with churches no matter which one. I just want the Son, He makes life so much fun. Church: under the gun, Satan's won.

Ahh: Monday's here, church over (good cheer). Sunday should be the happiest day, not so austere. Now I get clear, back to clarity so dear

Hating church (TIME SCHEDULES AND DRESSING TO BE SEEN) is not a nice thing to say. Wonder if I can convince Ray: No way he'll want to stay

Gonna love God as a little child during the day. Hey, churchism is too high-pay. Can't I just pray while I play, or in pure boredom go grey?

Love God and his miracles every day except SUNDAY when gotta go to a building with slow minds. This blinds, they aren't my kinds, it binds.

I'm ALIVE in Christ, He's my friend, brother and savior! IT'S VIBRANT FAITH, it's just church I hateth. So boring, to this I'm NOT related.

Sundays are ruined. Wait for church, then in-fighting puts me in the lurch. Wait all day for bible study, bored--rather be on a PC search.

Jesus said to come as a little child. That's where I'm at: wild, self-styled but mild. I love the Lord--why know all that's been compiled?

Bible study: could hardly stay awake. Must "study to show myself approved" but just not moved and more than I can take. I need a break.

Ray got a high tech vacuum keeping desert dust problem down. I asked him to vacuum both cabins, I see that's equal since I'm renowned

When it comes to marriage you gotta be devout. Not let the world in (have doubt) but make a spiritual commitment with clout despite drought

The first year was definitely not a honeymoon but a war between two realities and who's reality'd win out. Then Satan was out, no doubt

A wife must be taught to love her husband. It's a decision, not bells and whistles like a rhyme. The godly gold-find comes with time: they align

All that matters in marriage is routine, adjustment, a well-synchronized union. All the rest takes care of itself, its all about daily lovin'

I am celebrating my new life of getting to stay home ALL THE TIME, even on Sundays. This is where the Lord is, in my loving charming abode!

I could never get along with peers. They just incited fears, the demoralized years. To their cheers, I drank beers and it ended in tears.

New music, new psychology. Its all about consciousness. I know how to maintain the high to keep finesse 'cuz I lived thu the mess I guess

I'm an expert on systems theory with humans 'cuz for sixty years I was in the rears. I cried many tears but it was my fault, I had 2 many beers

Male and female is a perfect fit. I'm talkin' psychology, it's natural and legit. Before Ray I was always prey, a sad sack made outa clay.

I know I'm smarter but he can do and build things physically I could never hope to. Women need men and visa-versa, my friend.

Marriage to a stable Christian man is absolute freedom for a woman. It's a time to become a child again, as long as you're good (not a hood)

A day for choosing the new music play list. What a WONDERFUL day, after two superfood smoothies. I'm higher than a kite, that Sabbath bright

Ahh, enjoying a Sunday in the HOME. I delegated all out-of-home business, including church presence, to my husband. He loves the homemaker

Saw movie 2012. I found it loud, garish, silly, pat, boring, too long yet with impressive effects if that's what you're into. Good popcorn

For divine true talent it's WORLD SUCCESS AND NOTHING LESS. I was a mess but paid the price & now I'm self-assured nonetheless: NO STRESS.

God made it all SUDDENLY and He will break it all SUDDENLY. Evolutionists are gradualists, a false dogma lulling to sleep. Denial is steep

You evolve slowly then SUDDENLY there are major changes and super-synchronistic times. That's the essence of these rhymes: my erratic climbs.

How wonderful to finally see the whole picture of the template repeated throughout the life of neurosis. It was domination: social hypnosis

How wonderful as sterile dynasties fall away. Arising is the unobstructed True Self, finally hitting the bull's eye and coming in 2 destiny

The last thirty three years of people problems came from God vs. liberalism. Our interactions were a constant jolt, more tragic than a joke

Everything is working out perfectly--i.e. synchronistically. All old systems of petty hierarchies and sister domination are falling away

Husband can't get through to you about Nibiru. The Bible says people will ignore all signs in the latter times. W/ man no dread until dead

The TV makes everything seem all-ok. While all's in a fray and we become prey as neighbors do slay, cable makes it all a cozy play. Pray!

The issue is to leave time uncommitted for revelation to come through. We're all a creative genius, but it's only a dormant potential too.

Husband calls my words "nursery rhymes". May be true but that's ok as long as it rings like chimes about our nation's crimes: gutter times.

We're going into third world status: Now we just see the hiatus between riches and rags (government apparatus) tho' all appears 2 B gratis.

No matter how old, how much time has gone by or what horrible thing occurred--you must dust your dreams off & you'll be the preferred.

At your age and genius stage you could be a lot better than you think 'cuz you got so used to the cage. Prepare 2 be a new rage

The true Christian knows God is just and His hand's about to fall on a sinful nation. The true Christian gets PREPARED, tho' not scared f

I'm a chocolateer, that made me a seer. I could never channel through beer, that's clutter not clear. Through cacao I'm HERE, not in fear.

The maximum diet is high fat, low starch and sugar. It is cacao which fulfills all requirements, optimally. So why not just eat chocolate?

Who'd ever guess it was milk I needed to maximize the superfood lifestyle (skin like silk). But of course the vegans'll never accept my ilk

Feel so much better now I take milk in my superfood smoothies, hurray. No more heartburn, nausea and gut ache today. We need dairy, I say

Below is what I've said to principalities and powers, keeping us from being men and women of the hour. These forces dilute powers & r liars

The thought of you holding me near makes me belch and break out in tear. You have no idea the fear I felt from your ups and downs, my dear.

The short fuse came in cycles (as if on cues). Rage-aholism like booze, muddy aura hues, angry over the news, w/out clues. You just confused

How presumptious he is, spewing his moods on me. Why would I wanna see that side, is that the true self, bonifide? An ass filled w/ pride.

He's an abuser and user, not space-cruiser. His moods are worse than a boozer, to me he's a loser. What a fool he is: the false accuser.

What's a classy lady to do but takeover, give it all a make-over. For awhile she's gotta be the driver, 4 she's the achiever & him a deceiver.

Just remember when he cries, he lies. Three strikes there's no more tries. These are old dogs: cruel guys. Bad ties: staying ain't wise.

Protect yourself feel refreshed and purified. When they say they love you, they lied. Remember those times you cried? They on the path wide

They don't care whether you live or die, it's just that simple. They see U R an irritant & obstruction like a pimple but 2 God U R a cute dimple

There comes a second when you finally give up and bottom out. Done is your pout you just wanna get out: a bad drought and dangerous route.

Much is "human good" not true salvation. It's a dirty disheveled nation, all at low station, so it's no surprise when you face frustration.

What happens when I see what I see from symbols standing for symbols standing for ever-growing circles? A crystal ball, the woman knows all

I don't give a darn any longer. I've gone through too much, I'm x times stronger. Butting heads made me wannabe dead but gone is the anger

A mind filled with fizz. That was not hers but his. It's all about his biz like he's a big whiz. It was a quiz but now I'm just pizzed

I'm back. It was a cold hard hiatus but I made it intact. Now I'm ready to give the facts about all man lacks. Its from being a rat: lax

To the immature male brat I said "scat", and that was that. The whole scene was flat like being hit with a bat. A wrestler's mat: no chat.

It's like I told my friend here: if you don't know enough to stay away it's your chosen day: the fray. It's not ok being treated this way.

I just write whatever comes up, a brazen pup. I'll tell you what's up, I've filled my cup 'cuz I was always told to shut up. It's up.

At least now I'm well. I've been through gut hell but now look & feel swell. Is it God or the devil putting new thorns in the dell?

You said it's your space. Ok, but here I'm the ace. I'm through with your mace, it's a closed case--done w/your face, gone w no trace

Short fuse, total ruse, everyday blues. You get what you choose but I'll always blame it on the booze, this scarry cruise reflected in a bruise.

He's a squirrel, my girl. He saw himself as the Earl and you as no pearl. The whole two years was a whirl, you got so dizzy--in a swirl.

It's TMI: trying too hard, a religionist without the true anointing of God trying to get there through human good: dead works, his quirks

He's small-time, an ungrateful needy FOOL abusing who God gave him. A silly churchist needing attention w/out confidence as he brags

I want to go to my destiny and it obviously does NOT include you. It's WORLD FAME not trying to get approval of clerks in a small town.

Helluva man, the Christian Taliban. On him put a ban, he's no more part of your clan. Here's God's plan: that you be better than, amen.

The immature man is weak, he's a sneak. Get a peek: let an abused female describe being up the creek. It's so bleak turning the cheek.

To the nerd, turds are preferred. Well I'm flyin' high like a bird, above the absurd. That's the herd the silliest thing I've ever heard

The Christian household is constantly attacked by Satan as his angry ego arises. I can be floating like a leaf--then hostile surprises...

Around him I feel like a pin cushion. He springs up in anger, my nerves a-gushin', will he ever stop pushin'? Fiction: I'm his acquisition.

I'm ready for world fame not someone stuck in parochial rot. That's what I'm not. He expects me to be captive to his thoughts, it's a knot.

So you mess up, so what? Jesus the past to cut or you can feel it in the gut. Stay in your hut and avoid all smut or ruts, then just strut

Don't worry over people, stand higher than a steeple. This means having principles: in lazy disorder no more dabble, they're all dribble

His soft sweet voice is compensatory for his mean streak. Don't keep getting sucked back in, to you that is sin--gotta get strong my friend

Don't make agreements with the emotional strongholds from your past. Seed to your future--to the festering wound it acts like a suture.

After three days went back to superfoods. Guess you can have too much--use it as a rudder or a clutch. Feel sick? More selectively pick.

I'm a renewed vessel. Been through the fire but no smell of smoke. I cut the yoke, good-bye to being broke, its all a joke I had a stroke

Been there done that I'm a brand new vessel no more with devil to wrestle. Holy, sacred and pure that's the cure I'm ready to tour, assured

Well I've broken my agreement with "over the hill" self-concepts agreeing with foes and the devil holding me down. It's time to be renowned.

I've been frozen by hot-point emotional strongholds filled with a curse. I needed a 24 hour nurse & couldn't converse so in God I immersed.

The matrix is a disappointment of broken dreams. I'm taking those dreams back as this curse is reversed. I'm the Queen of Terse, or worse

Below are my conversations with demons or abstractions and disaffections. These are altercations, articulations, aggravations & afflictions.

You've gotta be like a dogtrainer. You must attack every weakness, make them bend to your will. You gotta feel superior, they have ulterior

I'm not going to church with a hypocrite and I'm a Calvinist and don't fit. It's legit, TULIP came from scholars at that time, it's a mine.

Now's my chance to shine. I've been alone forever, it was a mine. Friends of mine, join here now, let us dine. Here my whine--it's a sign

Few men ever mature. The cure is to be humble, i.e. spirit poor. To serve others, endure. That's what I did forever, cuz I'm pure--demure.

I started the knot in pure submission. But if some men never mature--remain emotionally brittle--they'll take the lure. Respect is the cure

Modern man is lost: To and fro' he's tossed, cold as frost. To win his love and approval is way too high a cost. We feel crossed & lost.

The man should respect and protect his wife as the weaker sex. He should feel grateful for her--a good wife is better than rubies and armies

People look sick and dirty . I tell them without being wordy. It's all about morality and the darkened aura of immortality, it's fatality

So now I'm alone again. I can take it on the chin, been through it most of my life, amen. Hostility in the home in sin esp. w my thin skin

People look sick, bloated, slutty and dirty. Take a look at old movies: they were well-dressed, orderly and clean, always rising early.

I love Calvinism, it makes life simple to a tee: I love the Lord and He loves me. I'm never worried over my destiny and I'm busy as a bee.

I'm not going to a decisionist church with a hypocrite: I'm a Calvinist and just don't fit. All that left-brain study: the stuffy dimwits

She'll take it , take it take it & take it, biting her lip trying to be a nice wife. But if the immature man's full of strife it's no life

A man's gotta have self-control, it's a fruit of the spirit. If instead the devil raises up and he rears it, I can't bear it--its a demerit

I have a better occupation--helping myself. When a man raises his voice against the weaker sex, there's gotta be checks. Hex: What's next?

My new occupation is helping Ray. This consumes all my day. It's about staying a mystery--keep him guessing and creating--that's the way.

The absolute rot on the outer is forcing us into utter aristocratic neatness, fantasy and cleanliness on the inside: adversity causes genius

To attract high class help we gotta look high class. Look around at your house--is it the home of an ass? If you look like the brass, alas

Radical remineralization--it did occur. It brightened like myrrh and I was set astir but then after six months life was a blur, as it were.

Taking only superfood smoothies will remineralize but completely deprive your electrical system of the foods it is used to. High, then blue

The chemical can't manage the electrical but it can wreck homeostasis keeping us well. The AMA says it's chemical--the problem analytical.

They look like lower animals when the lazy liberals rebel against justified authority or judgment of their ineptitude. You're so rude dude

There's a way to make a man get neat quick: Show him Tabatha's Salon Take-Over: he'll see the muck unless he's thick. YUK 3x, what guck.

The best show on cable is "Tabatha's Salon Takeover" about a cute harridan upgrading slutty dirty gross beauty salons. It's about maturity.

DISORDERLY MEN make me crazy and nervous, amen. Entering their den makes me an angry hen. I pray they mature beyond 10 and simple as Zen.

ORTHOEXIA is the highest form of anorexia. It's not a sickness but mistaken-ness. Mono-mania makes a thickness and is a block to quickness

Think I'll try a SMALL smoothie tomorrow and that's all, to avoid sorrow. Wonder if over-mineralization makes one a scarecrow not an arrow

With frugal superfoods AND other foods I'm happy as can be. From the all-smoothie life I must flee. Free of gut pain, I'm filled with glee.

When I stopped superfoods I lost twelve pounds. On a skinny gal that's worse than it sounds. It mineralized but made me frown, I was down.

HEY! That cacao bar really made me high. It's cuz I ate just a little, aye? Eating too much superfood made me cry, I thought I'd die, bye

I'm an old fashioned gal. Home, nature and pets are my pal. I refuse to leave except in emergencies: Home is my locale, home is royale.

SO happy in the home while husband works out. This is heaven. Women belong in the home and it's mystical OHM! I make it shine like chrome

After three days of my regular diet I am well, looking swell. But it was hell to supercharge my cell while eliminating all else--so I fell.

That is what D. Wolfe said: "just add the superfoods to the regular diet". But this orthoexic went "whole hog" with smoothies-only: SICK

The superfoods took mineralizing effect when I went off them, back to my regular diet of fruit and fat. Then I started adding them back WOW

Course that's always how it works: Starches take you out of detox, removing the quirks. I'll update you later if oat-bloat stops the perks.

I can't believe how good I feel, oatmeal! Yes, with raisins, what a deal. After a life of dead diet dogmas I could squeal. Fast 4 appeal!

Just had my oatmeal, the first since a child. It soothes, it settles, it's mild. I'm beguiled! Maybe this enables my daily fast--so wild!

Learn the lesson of Michael Jackson--avoid all drugs, esp prescribed! The shakiness, stomach aches, bloating and fog I've below described.

Sleep meds aren't a straight out addiction but overdependency: addicted to a good nights sleep for the sake of tomorrow, or there's sorrow.

A busy life demands routine deep sleep or it's hell to reap but meds are steep and the gut will weep. Better to nap, exercise or count sheep

Feel much better after milk in smoothie and no sleep meds. Kids: you gotta have B12 only found in fauna. Take dairy, or sick despite sauna.

B12 ONLY in animal foods, so why not milk in our smoothies and butter on our veggies? Mono-mania is a problem tho' we wear it as an emblem.

God has put a thorn in my side--a sickeningly sensitive stomach--to keep me humble. Our ego is likely to stumble so I deal with the grumble

After one year of marriage I got my ears back. KNOT formed the resistance, the overcoming of which made me great. Now I'm ready for fate.

Smoothie breakfast. Lunch: cherry tomatoes with avocado ok. Cacao during the day, w/milk: can soothe gut that way

Due to feminism women try to hard. Just float like a leaf, make your words brief, give up your beef, catch the energy thief & THEN be chief

I don't want to eat starch, rice, bread, pasta, beans or breakfast oat. These foods turn to white bloat--fat butt float--& feeling remote.

18 hours from last Temazepam. No more! Those nightmares are not sweet dreams, more like dirty Harry Potter/demon point entry (wrong door).

Both anas and ORTHOEXICS have deficiencies & milk takes care of them all. Hate to drink it but tired of being stalled (sick & at a crawl).

Gut ache, nausea, heartburn. Gut ache, nausea heartburn. That's the story of my life. Whether raw, cooked or powdered its internal strife

I went to the Dr. and a fat older nurse peremptorily said "it's the superfoods, we conclude". Can this be true, dude? I'm coming unglued

Can someone ask David Wolfe for me, what keeps me on the sick stormy sea? I followed his advice but it's a high-fee, free of glee. Please.

Is it chemtrails, fear of fema jails, toxic nails or just all that life entails--God give me the details so I can eliminate ALL that ails!

Is it paint, old mold, the dye on my clothes--what's the reason for these stomach woes? These are my foes, the lows: sick from head to toes

I'm too sensitive for this world and it's meds, making me the tail not the head. This stuff (inc. bread) I'll shed but today I stay in bed

No one understands what a queasy stomach's like. Everything's changed: can't take a hike or ride a bike. We're not alike: church-strike.

Family's concerned about my sick stomach: "Oatmeal with berries first, salad and spud mid-day, smoothie OK but NO MEDS--or hearst (cursed)"

Nothing but superfood smoothies for six months, sick guts. Need other foods as well or it'll be hell. That's what DW said, then it's swell

All meds prescribed or over-the-counter will block the effects of cacao, gogi maca, etc. Sick 4 weeks w/ puffy cheeks...all AMA drugs reek.

Finally discovered why the gut aches: sleep meds. Hope that's it 'cuz I have a grand of cacao coming Monday for the long haul (for a ball).

You gotta trust someone and I choose to put my health in the hands of David Wolfe who says to eat 100% FAT, 100% RAW CACAO! ok 4 me, we'll see

It's the best of times, the worst of times. Immaturity is everywhere. Just love your own home and stock-up on cacao, gogi, maca, coconut oil

I feel like a different person! How easily soy and wheat slipped in, dragging me down to depression. Then I added nauseating aspirin, amen

Bad to say "Oh my God", or gosh, golly, gee, geez or goodness sake. These are all vain degradations of our Maker & more than He can take.

Harry Potter is adolescent bathroom humor: dirty, crass, gross, evil and false. From occult and pagan children, let's return to the waltz.

Feminists insist, demand, cajole. They think that's their role and they're on a roll. There's power in being whole: just have heart & soul.

Addicted to tweet and it's toute suite as living wisdom has the power of a fleet. Its so sweet: life's culminating treat in the Queen's seat

One more alka-seltzer and I swear that's the last! This season's PAST: fast to the morning and then have a blast, a future SO vast, at last

Gallop says only 20% are liberal--yet these dum rats are bringin' the whole thing down. This growing conservatism are gonna turn it around.

For gut ache, gogi berries did the trick. Had I eaten a brick? Wanna be a stick: slick not a chunky hick. What a kick being a cute chick

Its great to recognize sin is a LURE, a strange attraction. That's how the devil works: he entices and lurks. Catch, repent, get the perks

Due to moral breakdown we take delight in being bawdy, mimicking rap videos acting like Gotti. Everyone wants fame but they're all so dowdy

I don't really think these old liberal fems wanna marry women: they want a man but've swallowed the liberal view so untrue (gonna be blue).

Between me and the world there's a gulf so I'm just gonna follow David Wolfe and eat RAW CACAO butter, cream, powder, nibs, beans and paste.

Women SHOULD change men, its good. Order, discipline & morality is where genius and saints stood--so start with that hood or heart of wood.

If women were True Ladies reveling in their feminine virtues no man would ever want another man. He's geared for the Royal Couple and Clan.

Who wouldn't be afraid of the soy-laden huge hateful harridans? It half explains the male gay explosion--mostly from the feminine erosion.

I cant blame them for victimizing since the slovenly silly sick seventies degraded us all. But what gall: Poised for a fall, I had to crawl

SOY-DAMAGE is one reason liberals can accept the unacceptable: Can't remember what they just read, fat spread, want some more bread, dread.

Tho' he's mere front for the illuminati, Obama is so immature and thin-skinned. The powerful dare not show that side--it'll change the tide.

Raw cacao, shilajit, ashwaganda, gogi, maca, msm, agave. That's my food budget this month, oh boy. As I look around at dazed robots I thnk: SOY?

STOMACH ACHES AND WEIGHT GAIN FROM SOY, a hidden ingredient in most foods. YUK! Everything makes me sick, I'm gonna live on cacao to b a chick

Men have been given a bumb rap and become wimps due to the feminist prejudice as common as the new tolerance and other false new age dogma.

I'm a helluva hostess. That's how I get out of my self, to the outernational mostess. Adhesiveness, bringing out other people's adeptness.

A grand Christian marriage is the greatest achievement on earth. Of such wholesome natural relationships there is a dearth: Its a new birth

When I eat bread three days later I'm a balloon. I have to remember to eat almond butter instead (just a spoon). Also, no food past noon.

The reason GOV is madly spending is 'cuz they know it's all over soon: Between polar axis shift & disasters what's left will b a sand dune

Why is it men wanna be feminine and women manly? Why can't we just revel in what we are while building up the other, our Christian brother?

Muslum mercs on American soil. Check out Hardin, Montana--it's all coming to a boil. Our wonderful country (all we know!) turning to spoil.

NOT 2 LATE: America was great but the schools made us unjustly irate. CULTURE CLASH: can we admit we turned to trash after taking the bate?

In the stupid seventies it was the style to put down our parents. This crucial culture clash brought major realignments...and our ailments

Whenever you make a diet mistake, feel it as a quake and take note (see it as your break). Never again (no ache) look good (can't fake).

Whenever candida hits, we live where the devil sits. Bloat, burp, fits in the pits it's the body-blitz. Coconut sicks, only Nystatin fits.

The desire for bread was so great one day Ray gave in to his feet of clay and diet-strayed. Hey--this began a week of hell as Satan's prey.

Yeasty bread creates candida: this devil can't wait to proliferate! Like a million animals inside, in a rising tide you get so fat and wide

The happiest time's when mother's in the home. Little boys grow up to be good providers and husbands never to roam. This is good, shalom!

Mom's mambo: IT CAN BE DONE. Even in the face of overwhelming misery and carnage you can be the best and make millions. Hurray, that's today

The godly make a mint when catastrophe hits. Tho' in the blitz--and as bad as it gets, here wisdom sits (only the unprepared have fits).

Move it down, move it all down--a constant problem for hypersensitive ectomorphs. A piece of cheese once in a while will do the trick quick

With the Polar Axis Shift coterminous with Nibiru (AKA Eris, Xena or the tenth planet) all coasts will be underwater--it's where the sin is.

Old architecture won't work. NAILS spring out and the buildings collapse, that's their quirk. Must use SCREWS and build underground (lurk)

Make connections now, do pray and start storing chow. Old rules won't work in our culture as we go from riches to rags, classy car to plow

As isolates we're too ingrown. In order to be grown (not be a clone) and eventually be shown we leave a comfort zone, soon to be known

Sin devastates our appearance and personality. There's no juice or genius just banality. Negligence sets in--that's brutality, criminality

Liberals look dazed in the eyes. Paunchy pasty on doughy diets they're too dull to be wise. As our culture dies they're dense to our cries

Panicking, as us sinners enter catastrophic communism, a mass abducting. We wanted change all freedoms abbreviating as hell is accelerating.

Pure water with a drop of lemon in it. That's what I intuit. Move it down, move it all down--open all circuits! To God it's the conduit

Deprived of the desire to be feminine for men, to tend to men, to be friends with man, women have become manly tanks--insatiable & edacious

For most women it'd be best to stay quiet and watch their diet. Silence is golden, it says it all. Stay pretty and walk tall, tha's all.

Most women never say they get too much affection. Praise her man, for the Great Election: Divine Marriage, God's Protection and Perfection.

Men r LITTLE BOYS and tortured by the bad moods of their women. To have a royal marriage learn what it takes: cultural scripts r the aches

Intense jealousy is like my dog Cyber. Who knows what made her that way, but it's not going away. Due to her early life, all dogs are prey.

COLLAPSE AND CATASTROPHE, that's what we face. Now is the time to have faith (DESPITE FEAR) and give up saving face. Still, you can be ACE!

Women, understand the brittleness of man! Dysfunctional families and fatherless homes make them into Peter Pans: misfits without a clan!

If he says kiss it and hop on remember you're not the automaton. The worldly male is wanton. The female is the RESPONDER, so just ponder.

The battle of the sexes is a war of realities. The female must stand strong for hers, not adapt to male slurs: his view of what occurs.

If I don't trust a man outa my sight should he really be in my life? The way he acts around other women slices like a knife, strife-rifed.

I don't trust those compulsive sugar eaters because they make wrong decisions based on "sugar rushes" and then more desire seen in flushes

If all a man thinks of is his tool, he's a fool as his woman grows cool. Selfish men lose their lovelife (the jewel)--as a general rule.

I've suffered this life & looking forward to the next one (real fun). Families, hierarchies, competitions, misjudgments: Go inside, hun.

So they wanna put me in Who's Who? Stanford, Princeton, Cambridge--pooh. That's the human world and it's hierarchical glue (w/out a clue).

Facing disaster puts everything into proper perspective. The petty things that distracted us, all from the collective. Now we're effective.

Get ready for 200 MPH winds all o'er the world. All the buildings your worshipped are about to be swirled. We're entering the "NEWORLD"

Put all (few but perfectly selected) clothes in two duffle bags for easy escape. Rid of all other past trivia, just my superhero cape

Superfood Smoothie in the morning, buttered nuts in the afternoon. Store for catastrophe ahead, that's my new tune, its soon.

I didn't worry about carbs anymore so just went ahead and ate the bread, the very thing I dread. Returned to smoothie a day plan instead

No worship man--or fear losing man. Only worship God, not the clod 'cuz we're all flawed. Though not clawed most are a fraud until thawed.

This is a people-worshipping generation. That's what leaves God out, and gives me the creeps: a dirty haughty nation. Look up, new station.

Yesterday got rid of half of my home. Simpler and simpler until it's like Rome. Like heavenly chrome I've polished my dome, shalom

Facebook seemed inane. I 'spose you could cut 'em out, the dripping rain. But it's really just social utility w/ petty talk w/out refrain

Paranoid suspicions: Should we trust them or investigate what we're eating? Is it the food or that someone's cheating?

I let facebook go. It's all about show and the foe. I tire of all the friends of those in the know. I'd rather tweet on twitter (crow)

The minute I attend to my cats, dogs and bird singing I feel depression lift. it's always people causing a rift. DAYS: SELECT, SIFT

It's always the human thing causing dis-ease (problems never cease). It's nature walks, lies in the sun or petting dog/cats that are keys.

Only simplicity rings true. Let your words be few and your aura shows a beautiful hue. They don't have a clue chattering on, never through

In your network are you number one? Otherwise it's no fun, you'd be better off with none. Finding God and self relieves a ton, you've won

Beard and scalp makes no sense. Not even a beard just half shaven looking dense. Between you and him put a fence and light some incense

Tweets are my job. I'm escaping the mob. Your heart-throb is a slob. You can do better than Harry, John or Bob. They don't give only rob

An attention-getting loudmouth is a pig's trough and that's the truth. Be a sleuth and smell his vermouth. God said this man doesn't suit

Men bald and bearded makes no sense. They take the time to shave their heads, but not their face--to deliberately look like a dirty race?

Suddenly you've had all you can take. They were a fake and you need a break. To glory awake: detach from snake, on gold put your stake.

I understand you wanna get in my head. Not from all you've read but these tweets instead: There's no truth from liberals, not a shred

PETA has done so much to hurt the cause of animals, due to debauched TV ads. They're part of the liberal herd, animals are not preferred.

They call me hateful 'cuz I'm all against sin, even in friends. To hate sin is my destiny, a fate making life beautiful ("fullness") are my tends.

We should be penurious with our words. Frugal and selective. Create through ELIMINATION, because less is more & loquacity is a word-whore

Instead of worrying about your death in 2012, see it as a safety-valve: Put fear on the shelf as into old hobbies and interests you delve.

Anyone can spill their brains w words. What takes skill is using your mind as a still: While listening to chill choose each word as a pill

My poor mother. The moral breakdown of the sixties was more than a bother. Culture clash then & now feels like death or being smothered.

What is the cure: marine phytoplankton, hempseed, a raw chocolate bar? After 5 months of smoothies I do feel pure but it's much to endure.

Wow I've come a long way: 34 Years of pain molding the clay. At first I was prey but God said "Hey! There are demons to slay, let's pray!"

There were days I wished I was dead. Was it dread or 'cuz I ate bread? The more from the herd I fled the more I felt fed--now I'm the head

Rolaids, alka-seltzer, dash ginger. Nothing works, gut still has quirks. Please God cure the whole works! I wanna heal and get the perks

There's a point reached where you can't go back. To you the world has no tact and they all seem dirty or dense, in fact. Detach, no lack.

Spiritual ascension, that's the afternoon's yogic activation. Christian churchists balk at such description, it's their false accusation.

Stomach ache is my constant companion. Which of the superfoods caused this body alienation? Or was it toxic chemicals, Satan's abomination

They kept me in the arrears. These were my peers stopping their ears. But cheers, I've broken through to new frontiers, careers, premieres

It'll all be over in two years. We don't have to grow old, escape through beers or care how we appear. Facing WORLD'S END makes us seers!

Terse, laconic and wise--that's my true size: From clutter to clarity, infame to destiny. Mature joy not ignominy: tiny shiny not whiny.

Hurray, I made it to three. Afternoons are ethereal and I'm filled with glee. The work is done busy as a bee and now I'm free. Yoga, 2 be.

Think in terms of "seasons of day". When depressed at noon just think "it'll be night soon" to swoon over moon. Fix by switch: new tune.

I love country living, 'cuz you can't choose your neighbors--what if it's someone you hate? Unless it's mean fate I'd release this weight.

Neighbors, pleading favors, dealing with non-shavers, unpaid labors. These things I don't savor but I have a Saver He's Jesus the Savior

You gotta start standing up for the truth. Being old they'll rush to your booth. It's all about youth the uncooth vs long in the tooth.

Sun! Moon! Stars! Clouds! Bird tweets! Wind and Breeze! For these divine keys I thank God on my knees. But in the herd I only feel fleas.

Home is ALL. It's the WAY the female genius comes to destiny. So is successful marriage: a protective carriage no more their disparage

Feel sick all the time. Is it stomach flue, food allergy, rancid superfoods, chemtrails, bad thoughts or lost destiny? Just seek eternity

It's two separate Kingdoms: Us the believers and them Satan's deceivers. There is no in-between (no lukewarm scene): The Queen is CLEAN.

Everyone wears a smile, that's the style. A man-centered universe rather than God without guile. To me a believer it's all vile: hostile.

Sick gut and cold cuts from nuts with big butts. Here's where I strut: in happy hut, haven for mutts but prohibiting smut--that's the whats

I can't go in cars or church without feeling sick. Those chemtrails I see--are they hitting me like a brick? Its Government's dirty trick

It's getting so I can't talk to anyone without feeling a shun. Is it me under the gun or has Satan won? In a town full of liberals I'm only ONE

No matter how sick, sad or sore SOLITUDE makes me soar: A self-imposed monastery in search of my core. Alone, God's here galore (adore)

If Superfood's so good why'm I sick all the time. Can someone try to answer this rhyme? If the prophets are for profit, ain't it a crime?

So what if they're rich! They remain in the ditch never rid of the glitch. In penury I'm in my niche, free of the witch and that snitch.

Must DETACH from bad associations. Dysfunctional families are the block to happy nations, leading to third world globalism and food rations

It's mass anger from broken homes leading to omnipresent obesity: abnormality from adversity, past complicity in eating activity.

Dr. Karen Kellock, Maria Civetta, Marikelok or Karen Graham--it's all the same: being lame I sought riches and fame. Wrong aim, dame.

I used verse to end the curse. Deeply emotional I was often scared or worse. I longed for the hearse but found it was better being terse

What a relief! I caught the energy thief. It was the herd again (envy and anger) rather than floating like a leaf. At home I'm chief.

I'm up, then down without a smile. That's growth, not denial: facing self without pity or guile. I'm happily out of style, my own isle.

I cried all night. What turned off my light? What caused the blight--TV, someone in town, an old inner fight? Oh well, God made it right

Salad and herb teas, a life of ease. Solitude and God: these are keys. People made me sick since seven, seeming impossible to please.

I use Twitter as a journal, searching for destiny's kernel. My marriage was an inferno (I married a paternal colonel) but now its eternal

Store food, avoid the crude, detach from lewd, let God change your mood and forgive the feud. Don't envy rich sinners (but never be rude).

The liberal is a dead mask, robotically doing his task. But if in society's light he basks, where does he go with death, I ask?

People are becoming more in-drawn: In fear, there's alot more drinking going on. If they don't know God they depend on social (yawn)

Great riches keep the wicked down. They seek not Jesus,being so big in town. Immature and haughty they're no fun having around, unsound.

In the country I do little but dust and sweep. That's the price for solitude, rid of the creep. The road to paradise was steep, soul leap

I envied the sudden affluence of the wicked, then recalled it's all about consciousness anyway. I remembered being rich--but sad and bad

Never envy the wicked who are given riches (as consolation) on earth or as lures by Satan. Poverty forced growth, that was your fate, hon

God had to remove the hedge protecting this nation, due to his JUSTICE. That's why I stay in home, never to roam. I love being alone

Detox from root out, then we get a new skin while shedding the old one. The skinny store toxins in their only fat: in skin, a ton.

Liberals won't face disaster 'till they're dead, but only through national repentance and fasting will God put the hedge back, He said

The only thing knocking out stomach flue was colloidal silver. It's so resistant and resilient most take antibiotics but I refuse, forever

This Twitter thing is very addictive, since I've always believed in two-sentence concepts in picture-strip fashion. Unlike boring wordy docs, it rocks

Last week I had a stomach ache and simultaneously cried over the dead past. It all went together--that's how things come out, feeling it at last

I'm going to label all the photos on facebook, so check it out. Words force you to see the pic in a certain way, theoretically, insight!

Make a book out of two-sentence concepts. I like that. That's how I think anyway: successive concepts one after another, not "words"

I like Twitter 'cuz it forces me to be succinct and incisive. Brother Graham's sermons and essays are too long and discursive for me. EDIT!

If it's genetic, you mean most of our grandparents were really gay? If genetic, same percentage in each era--so it's just a fad, Tad

Young males just "coming out" feel relief, no longer having to deal with manly, mean or feminist females (rare in the fifties) scary now, wow

The explosion of homosexuality is at first reparative then it becomes fashionable. What could be easier for young males craving sex?

Bible doctrine shows things ramp up (gay explosion, violence) then our rapture, 7 years tribulation then 1000 years our reign on earth

Obama's gay-tolerance for military shows the end is near. Don't fear, dry your tear: we'll never grow old, in two years were outa here

USA spends 5.4 billion a year on "tolerance textbooks" without God and with full approval and recommendation of evil. Expect upheaval.

Still have a serious church schism--a "Jezebel Split ". Pettiness prevails when disrespecting pastor. Chattering and gossiping is bad and so sad

Tom Thumb (1958) was great this am. Very important to watch old movies to keep soul insulated from dirty debauched generation--miscreation

CAUTION: Hempseed, bee pollen and hemp oil must be refrigerated or you can get very ill, as I found out for one week feeling over the hill

SUPERFOOD SMOOTHIES WITH GOGI, MACA, CACAO, MARINE PHYTOPLANKTON, BLUEGREEN ALGAE, SPIRULINA, BEE POLLEN, COCONUT OIL, ALOE VERA GEL, HEMP and countless other herbs like ashwagandha which I am always adding

I am enjoying the seasons of the day. Superfood smoothie first thing, dust and sweep, hit the computer. Then errands and sun

KAREN KELLOCK PH.D.