These are the fallacys of our lives

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthan known as Zionguoren.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the ancestor
of the once proud race of the solar dynasty

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor
of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly utters the
invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.

Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of friendship
the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able to escape the
venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it seems stems from
the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor
of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly utters the
invocation of the Mawanduis.
Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship
the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able to escape
the
venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it seems stems from
the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our psychological
maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.

Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor
of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly utters the
invocation of the Mawanduis.
Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship
the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able to escape
the
venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it seems stems from
the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our
psychological
maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even a
matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly utters
the
invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able to
escape
the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it seems stems
from
the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our
psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.

Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a
matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of the
ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The Jew
whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters
the
invocation of the Mawanduis.
Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to
escape
the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it seems stems
from
the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our
psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."
From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a
matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.
Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the
ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The Jew
whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced love
of many in search of money, name, and fame.

The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destruction paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters the invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to escape the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it
seems stems
from the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in our
psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The
Jew
whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced
love
of many in search of money, name, and fame.

The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destruction paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.

Living and let living our harbingers of the Golden Age are through
their amanuensis setting the stage for yet another concomitant to
deprogram the insidious tragedies and holocausts of the Zionists.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters the invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to escape the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it
seems stems from the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in
our
psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The
Jew whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced
love of many in search of money, name, and fame.
The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destructive paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.

Living and let living our harbingers of the Golden Age are through
their amanuensis setting the stage for yet another concomitant to
deprogram the insidious tragedies and holocausts of the Zionists. In
a realm inundated with hatred and apathy one wonders how to even align
with those who can reinforce and nurture one another toward this end
game of yet another movie gone wrong. Nearly during every successive
stage of our lives in this timeline of GenX we witness a major
calamity accompanied by an equal malady.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters the invocation of the Mawanduis.
Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to escape the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it
seems stems from the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in
our
psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."
From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.
Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The
Jew whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced
love of many in search of money, name, and fame.
The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destructive paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.
Living and let living our harbingers of the Golden Age are through
their amanuensis setting the stage for yet another concomitant to
deprogram the insidious tragedies and holocausts of the Zionists. In
a realm inundated with hatred and apathy one wonders how to even
align
with those who can reinforce and nurture one another toward this end
game of yet another movie gone wrong. Nearly during every successive
stage of our lives in this timeline of GenX we witness a major
calamity accompanied by an equal malady.

The legend of our fall in life is as follows:

Stage 1 - Democracy - 3 mile island nuclear disaster in Pennsylvania
Stage 2 - Capitalism - World Trade Center destruction in New York City
Stage 3 - Evangelicalism - ?
Stage 4 - Republicanism - ?

Was this 3 mile island of Pennsylvania one of those places of peace
and prosperity as that of the World Trade Center? When does humanity
learn to not patronize the destructive ways of the Judeo-Chink regime
of Zionism?

Is Pennsylvania one of those regions where the Zionist awhole chink
rules as New York City is dominated by the Zionist stinken jew? How
far is this going to go, Chief? You have literally dropped the ball
on this one. Ain't no joke mi Amigo. You could have had it good, if
it were not for your war maneuvers in favor of Zion.

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters the invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to escape the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it
seems stems from the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in
our psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The
Jew whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced
love of many in search of money, name, and fame.
The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destructive paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.
Living and let living our harbingers of the Golden Age are through
their amanuensis setting the stage for yet another concomitant to
deprogram the insidious tragedies and holocausts of the Zionists. In
a realm inundated with hatred and apathy one wonders how to even
align with those who can reinforce and nurture one another toward this
end
game of yet another movie gone wrong. Nearly during every successive
stage of our lives in this timeline of GenX we witness a major
calamity accompanied by an equal malady.

The legend of our fall in life is as follows:
Stage 1 - Democracy - 3 mile island nuclear disaster in Pennsylvania
Stage 2 - Capitalism - World Trade Center destruction in New York
City
Stage 3 - Evangelicalism - ?
Stage 4 - Republicanism - ?

Was this 3 mile island of Pennsylvania one of those places of peace
and prosperity as that of the World Trade Center? When does humanity
learn to not patronize the destructive ways of the Judeo-Chink regime
of Zionism?

Is Pennsylvania one of those regions where the Zionist awhole chink
rules as New York City is dominated by the Zionist stinken jew? How
far is this going to go, Chief? You have literally dropped the ball
on this one. Ain't no joke mi Amigo. You could have had it good, if
it were not for your war maneuvers in favor of Zion.

Oh well, I am not sorry...; because you madcap loosers deserve it and
further more stay that way. Your little nation of RUSA of ONUG with
it's Taiwanese pride, Jewish prejudice, Khalu faith, and Gora affect
seems to make you upset just at the sight of me and my beef it's
what's for dinner way of life. Pussy, monies, beef, and bibles have
become the fave while you on the other hand consider it passe. What
the blank?

Where is the synergy? What happened to the synergy? Why disrupt the
synergy? Who can code the synergy? Anyway, the fur over my eyes
needs some adjustment so I can better glance at the breastssss of the
maiden with my wisdom eye. Will this not get me deported?

[anon246813579]

Long ago in a land far far away exists a sthana known as Zionguoren.
Amidst all the hussle and bussle of street life there is a man of la
mancha who sought to survive with sufficiency and synergy. These two
but not two ways and means were the very things denied to him since
aprior of his birth. Wandering here and there our lad of the
ancestor of the once proud race of the solar dynasty mistakenly
utters the invocation of the Mawanduis.

Lo and behold the pragma of his ethos incurs a paradigm shift which
beckons a force greater than himself. A local miscreant chances upon
him and wonders if he is a friend or foe. Indeed, a stranger in a
strange land warns of the dangers of these invasive alien beings who
claim to be refugees of some war in their native land.
Having mixed with these awholes and asswipes in the name of
friendship the foreigner is applying each and everything to be able
to escape the venomous possession of the Zionist regime, which it
seems stems from the kingdom of Formosa, an island juxtapositioned in
our psychological maps incoherently ascribed to cartography.
Paradoxical as it may seem, a simple hallucination of "prayer works!"
exclaiming in the minds of his cubicle has lead the foreigner to a
talk and song of lilting grace. Incidentally, he discovers plans
toward a sedition to destroy the towers of his serendipity. Somehow
someway the advancement of his matrix was such that he was of the
belief to email a security official who would reply with "don't take
it too seriously."

From this city is like a microprocessor circuit we notice it even is
a matrix. Those of Zionguoren have a satanic influence in nearly
everyone's lives as they try to usurp the sovereignty and hegemony of
others for the sake of their long held delusion of a supremacy they
themselves have fallen victim to.

Apparently, the Zionist of Zionguoren like to enjoy the company of
the ubquitous Jew so as to further the delusion of allurement. The
Jew whose staple diet involves an addiction to narcotics, nicotinism,
vegetablicism, and alcoholism has become the proud and prejudiced
love of many in search of money, name, and fame.

The threes company of whichever data collection seems all to familiar
to the foreigner who witnesses the perfection of this world unfolding
perfectly. Quite a contrivance of a self destructive paradigm
designed to bolster the cycles of religious war, economic war, race
war, and religious war; to name a few. There maybe others.
Living and let living our harbingers of the Golden Age are through
their amanuensis setting the stage for yet another concomitant to
deprogram the insidious tragedies and holocausts of the Zionists. In
a realm inundated with hatred and apathy one wonders how to even
align with those who can reinforce and nurture one another toward
this
end game of yet another movie gone wrong. Nearly during every
successive
stage of our lives in this timeline of GenX we witness a major
calamity accompanied by an equal malady.

The legend of our fall in life is as follows:
Stage 1 - Democracy - 3 mile island nuclear disaster in Pennsylvania
Stage 2 - Capitalism - World Trade Center destruction in New York
City
Stage 3 - Evangelicalism - ?
Stage 4 - Republicanism - ?

Was this 3 mile island of Pennsylvania one of those places of peace
and prosperity as that of the World Trade Center? When does humanity
learn to not patronize the destructive ways of the Judeo-Chink regime
of Zionism?

Is Pennsylvania one of those regions where the Zionist awhole chink
rules as New York City is dominated by the Zionist stinken jew? How
far is this going to go, Chief? You have literally dropped the ball
on this one. Ain't no joke mi Amigo. You could have had it good, if
it were not for your war maneuvers in favor of Zion.
Oh well, I am not sorry...; because you madcap loosers deserve it and
further more stay that way. Your little nation of RUSA of ONUG with
it's Taiwanese pride, Jewish prejudice, Khalu faith, and Gora affect
seems to make you upset just at the sight of me and my beef it's
what's for dinner way of life. Pussy, monies, beef, and bibles have
become the fave while you on the other hand consider it passe. What
the blank?

Where is the synergy? What happened to the synergy? Why disrupt the
synergy? Who can code the synergy? Anyway, the fur over my eyes
needs some adjustment so I can better glance at the breastssss of the
maiden with my wisdom eye. Will this not get me deported?

I like to sex the Oriental female and get buddy buddy with the
Africana male; all the while eat, sleep, sex, socialize, study, and
shower so that a good day todine just like yesterdine can be more of
an enjoyable experience. Kind of brings a smile to my face as I try
to defeat the odds and garner some token bits of satisfaction here and
there. Rest assured you will all too as this venture toward a more
humane world is being hallowed into the earth planet of this cosmic
consciousness.

Let us all pray and chant about it. Kindly find my daily ablutions at
666ablutions.blogspot.com. God bless and God speed for Christ Jesus
is God. Always a pleasure. :-)