call_me_something_else
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- Jan 10, 2003
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Thank you, Father Satan and all the Gods and Goddesses of Hell!
Recently, I'd found a decent little job which allows me to work a schedule which also let me have some daylight time for meditation. I even get a little free time on the clock to meditate, as well.
Anyway, just prior to this, I was homeless, living in a church-run shelter, operated by criminals and psychopaths and surrounded by the nastiest of local jews.
It was difficult, at best, to even get just a few minutes daily to meditate. Just as soon as I'd begin, they'd come around with their purposefully annoying questions and dumb-ass, unfunny, dopehead jew "jokes," to prevent me from making any progress, of course.
There was even one particular dumbass yid who I ended up running off after days of being followed around and harrassed by him.
The dumbshit xians running this shelter tried making it impossible for me to rest after each night's shift. The last thing they want is anyone becoming free of needing them.
Anyway, Father Satan and my GD kept me calm and strong enough to handle the stress until I was able to earn enough for a little place of my own.
Now, I enjoy my own space and privacy. I eat my own food and live in a clean, drug-free, drunk-free environment.
It feels so good to once again, give an out-loud and hearty...
Hail Father Satan, forever!
Recently, I'd found a decent little job which allows me to work a schedule which also let me have some daylight time for meditation. I even get a little free time on the clock to meditate, as well.
Anyway, just prior to this, I was homeless, living in a church-run shelter, operated by criminals and psychopaths and surrounded by the nastiest of local jews.
It was difficult, at best, to even get just a few minutes daily to meditate. Just as soon as I'd begin, they'd come around with their purposefully annoying questions and dumb-ass, unfunny, dopehead jew "jokes," to prevent me from making any progress, of course.
There was even one particular dumbass yid who I ended up running off after days of being followed around and harrassed by him.
The dumbshit xians running this shelter tried making it impossible for me to rest after each night's shift. The last thing they want is anyone becoming free of needing them.
Anyway, Father Satan and my GD kept me calm and strong enough to handle the stress until I was able to earn enough for a little place of my own.
Now, I enjoy my own space and privacy. I eat my own food and live in a clean, drug-free, drunk-free environment.
It feels so good to once again, give an out-loud and hearty...
Hail Father Satan, forever!