immanuel Posted March 10 Author Share Posted March 10 The True Heart of SAB: I am a time keeper? I am not. I am an asunder that speaks of blame. I am a Sasquatch that has been hunted. I am a youth that has been maimed. I am no lingering sensation? I am a qualms. I uphold the persistence. I uphold the woe. I speak upon these words to continue. You will fall deeper than we have seen before. You will scorn none other than a man who has no countenance. I am a searcher! I am a green stomach. Move away from these fires of doom. I mark my tithe. I move on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted March 10 Author Share Posted March 10 The True Higher Oneness: I am of such a scenic route? I am of such an excessive distaste? I muster my harness once more. I speak it as an exact tendency. As an Eternal Word upon you. I must forsake? I am no heritage. I am no name. I pursue. I accept. I do not govern without. I am upheld. I move along. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted April 20 Author Share Posted April 20 On 1/12/2025 at 4:12 PM, immanuel said: The Australian Coalition: We speak? We answer. None shall prosper here. Move along. The Utmost Highest Levels of All True Greater Councils We speak. We answer. Do not cherish the former. Move to the pace of my heart. I will accept. I move along. The True Heart of The True Creator of All Done so! The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples of Australia We speak? We answer here. We move along. My Djinn named Zufadu I will muster. I speak now. None shall prosper upon my name. None shall know of these spheres without. I am an answer. I move along. My Djinn named Cari I speak as an answer? I move to the beat. I am here to sow. I move on. The True Elite Global Powers that Were We speak now. We answer to these woes. Move along. --- http://www.bandlab.com/polejam11 http://youtu.be/9NrcWZ8ktFk Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted May 13 Author Share Posted May 13 (edited) The True Heart of the True Creator of All: I am of such an anticipation upon my name. I am of such an excellent resource to those who would speak of my heart. I challenge the status quo? I speak the blamelessness that I am known for? I do not disobey. I askew. The lime light has faltered upon my own existential dread. The lime light has spoken its words of advice and I must presume that none shall hear now. I am of such an acute acceptance towards those who would presume otherwise. I am of such a radiant eclipse over the woes of my own sorrow. I do not speak without. I swim upstream to catch the marlin. I swim upstream to bait the frustration upon your brow. I am a no name sake player hater and I must insist. How does the envelope speak now? How does it challenge my own existence. I do not deny. I speak this further. The woes upon my navel have been sown a Legacy that I cannot respond to. The woes of my own forsaken betrothed have not yet prospered here and I will accept that I have flayed the Apostle upon his own heart. I am a bar stool keeper and I speak of why this is known to be so. The crux upon the name sake of all things must hear of my cries? The pondering upon these words does not accept either? I will maneuver upon these woes. I will substain upon my own fruition and I will not speak otherwise. I move upon these words to protrude. I do not canter. I bellow. The True Original Spark of The True Creator of All: I am of such a wisdom keeper? I am of such a staunch ally? I breathe these fumes within my own atrocities and I speak them further than I shall be without. I offer such a tithe upon these pages? I offer such a tranced out succumbing untoward. I am a disciple ship keeper and I speak of woes without hesitation. The nuance has spoken upon my breadth? I am an eclipse upon my name. An accentuation towards these woes. An acute phase of this answer. I will not speak otherwise. My heart is an anchor upon these seas. My heart is an acute example of the ferocity. I speak an example of this attitude without the sown acceptances known. I prosper here. I move along. Kate: I spy with my little eye. Edited May 13 by immanuel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted May 18 Author Share Posted May 18 The True Aborigines Peoples of Australia: We are silent? We are old. We speak with each other. We speak with such a man. Do not denote the frequency. Do not denote the Emblem. Speak its name. We move along. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted June 8 Author Share Posted June 8 My Djinn named Zefanay: Such a sinister argument to uphold. Such a worthy sentiment to procure. Such a glance? I must consume. I blush. You have shown austerity amongst your trials. You have beckoned where I have sown and I have not spoken without the exact referendum I will withhold. I am an Augustine. I am a precipice upon the Abyss. I am a sown Legacy and I will withstand. The featuring article has forgiven? The mosaic has sown an aperture? The bellow has not been heard? I do not dismay. I speak up. Burn the charred embers. Slay the willow wisp and speak of the future. The nameless identity continues to make the rounds? The justice searcher would not obey? I am a timeless response. I am a wavelength that others cannot unravel and I persist here with a tee. Your scum must trial to exist within its keep. Your bum must rile upon my own feet and I have yet qualms to offer you. Denote my composure. I am an acute phase heading towards you. I am an acceptance always to be known. I am a Governess of Greater Heights that you would dare ever dream of and I beat the willow stick. I beat its broken back. I beat its humdrum. I even beat its hair do and I cannot mock. You singe upon my ferocity. You burn upon my name and I cannot go without. I must maintain? I must pursue my own oath bound. I am a synergy of all kindred. I am an apostrophe check. I am an excellence always to be upheld within this man's heart and I will not look away. I bark a challenge? Component three thrifty, you have been chosen. Askew. I will mock. Purview and I will succeed. The damages are grey. I have spoken. The tutelage is borne. I have yielded. The permanence is seen? I mock. You do not care give within such a rite of freedom. You are a charlatan. Move along. I am a justice searcher always to be known upon my fruition. I am a justice searcher always to be shown my own heart and I challenge once more. The ethnicity borne within this scrap heap. Must I go on? You have boldly taken away from these peoples one too many times and I have no charge to refund? No camp to sustain? No blemish to nick? I must portray. Do not scorn the fruition of such worth. Do not scorn the butt compost heap. Do not bellow? I mark my tithe. I move along. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
immanuel Posted Saturday at 04:18 AM Author Share Posted Saturday at 04:18 AM I apologise for the forward nature of my posts, insults and for posting so often. I have a mental illness and I'm still learning how to write with my intuition. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wachumacallit Posted Saturday at 09:17 AM Share Posted Saturday at 09:17 AM In such times as these, feel free to wear your "mental illness" as a badge of honour. No apology needed, as far as I can tell. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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