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After a certain time staring at the exploding carnage, fed clockwork tangostylee into your all staring eyes, an idea must form that there is not so much a mushconspiracy of geezers at every and all points of blood red decoration but a series of autonomous self piloting loving breasts assembling like a chronochimera in time and space as required and out of phase and coworking knowledge.
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If like Morgan one believes in the gift of silver then I am sure you agree that distributing the metal lie as a demented high velocity numismatist is not what we have in mind. It would be so ironic that the combat coders are likely to have had stacks at home far away like Parsley. http://rangingshots.blogspot.com/2011/05/found-myself-watching-c4-newsfhart-this.html
Similarly for the statute as noah’s friend, counterforce and coinsurgency. If one were to run a load of lawmakers and statute givers like a cruise missile strike then a staggering of delivery would maximise the desired out come of wall decoration bright red.
If you get the idea of events out of time and causality then there really is no point looking back investing in investigation, when the events were obviously incoming with more on the way. Globalism is not complete until everything is a nightmare localism.