There’s hardly a character that reminds me more of my own ridiculousness than Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad. Now Aaron Paul is asking if I can recall our connection. The answer is yes.
This is what it’s like when he shows up.
This is a clip that shows that prophets are amongst us. This scene predicted what was to occur. The mafia has been destroying itself to go after a teeny little fly.
We all come here ventriloquist style and tell you how much we all hate D. Even much more than you do because we actually have to interact with her insane shit. She is a total complete monster and all we focus on is how great the world will be when somehow we all figure out how to catch her so she will no longer be permitted to do her mass murdering and thieving.
Yes, she is stealing everything from you and Elvis and she wastes her entire life torturing you both.
BUT as everyone else is saying what she does to you and Elvis is a drop in the bucket compared to the heinous child abuse and murder she commits as if she were Lucifer herself. The so called justice system should not be backing up one of the sickest monsters of all time.
You are right that there is nothing but fighting until these wrongs are corrected. We are all doing our best under heinous torturous circumstances because we haven’t figured out how to order this parasite away from us.
Elvis told me D is an insane child abuser when she does this abuse in New York. The mafia parked me into a life where I can only get food and water if I stay attached to someone who gets a salary from family court in New York.
That means the mafia are child traffickers who control family court in New York. Therefore we have a serious vampire problem in New York. D is only Queen of the world because she rounds up children for vampires.
D runs New York and she’s from nowheresville of a supposed foreign country. She’s running New York because she could tolerate sex with HK and yes she is very bold.
Things must change.
Aaron is a very loving person who anyone can see is very sad. We all love to see him happy. I can’t be happy if he’s sad. He can’t be happy if I’m sad. I can’t be happy if Elvis is sad. Elvis can’t be happy if I’m sad and so and so on.
When do we figure out how to really get rid of our collective cancer? It’s just a question of accurate wonderful guidance and of course numbers. Flash mobs.
I’m very grateful to Aaron and I hope that we will rid ourselves of our disease. If I’m in prison so D can get people to kiss her ass in return for rounding up children then I will fight every second of my life and focus nonstop on what it will take to stop her from harming us anymore.
What makes me particularly sad is Van Morrison. He is so miserable about this just like everyone else. He should be enjoying himself for the beauty he’s brought into this world. Instead he’s heartbroken. I feel you. I’m with you.