There was never any doubt in my mind that Notre Dame was set on fire, by the same deluded Satanists that are behind all the trouble and torment of our times. The hands of darkness that threaten the light of the day, press in their awesome and manufactured weight upon the human spirit. Heaviness and despair are Siamese Twins, gone a-muck from the fire of poisoned vaccines. In the end, one will prove stronger and strangle the other. Evil does, of course, always destroy itself.
As tiny as the world may be, in the relative scheme, of this vast and unmeasured universe, it is far too great a reach of time and space and objects... for me to even try to change. Billions of souls, in dreams of appetite, yearn to be in that magic land of Kardashian excess and languorous depravity; a world where anything anyone could want, is in reach, or a mere phone call away. Nimods and Minions, twist and writhe to the perky pulsing embarrassments of Ariana Grande. How did it ever get so ignorant and infantile? “It did it in increments, Visible. It crawled in a slithering snake dance, of moment to moment reversals, over the previous moments, forgotten in the turn of each bending curve.”
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