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To all of those who've ever had a brush or two with me on-line, doubled up on it! But me on-line or off a strange cat. Meoww. It ain't some damned coincidence that I am able to stop this flow from God! Listen up people, I am nothing but a scribe of this, and a spirit locator in my soul, cleansing them of any further horror of our long awaited second coming! But not as in Jesus, but the spirit of Jesus will rise up in whomever Jesus chooses. Doubled down, how much money is being wagered in this mind-numbing game we're waking up to!

(Your fault, Scribbler.)

I know, it just hurts is all...

(Shake it off, skipper! You gave it your best, Primetime, but now you're stepping down!)

Relax mean one! Take a seat and chill your loud story that this one might be told of instead. Hate to spoil more foolish plans in fear of who I might actually know.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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