My dear angels are not one of them. “a day like no other” .
Public theater, we may be in the race, shadows of spiritual thieves, and you are still there, in the form of lying inventor and powerful power, online simmers, with friendly help to hear from each other, liar no wonders me.
in the last days the first week in the next days was lurking again in shady invisible bays, appears in photos, like an angel, I have not recognized them and their real world, not again, with arms wrapped around the shoulders,
The smile is the great art, worth recognizing again, And you wonder how you weren’t invited, yes that’s so I want to keep laughing, do they hate you so much?, no, that’s just kind of fears that have been going on for a long time,
Meaningful senses they have forgotten, stupid teaching, I have just forgotten everything, but they come back, are at the door. No. you don’t. this time no more .(se/nz)(c)