🚀 go-pugleaf

Again I lose a critical post, but in a decade of computing only THERE
suddenly the page closes. It is very disappointing.

It looks like a cigarrette but it is a weapon, some form of gun. I
found one picking up butts, but it just made sense. So the
invitationto taste, test drugs turns into pellets in the cerebellum. A
real Russian roulette though the origin seems to be Hindu, ether death
or quadriplegia, like Arjuna discussing with ape Hanuman (thoughts on
human evolution time ago), while Krishna is somewhere with his gang.
Same structure as other religious books, the alegory of what happened
and the same pattern. So there is a pressure to become drug dealer to
sell to friends, so taht
nothing like that happens to them, though of course you can only sell
what is provided to you. Instead the interested dealer, under some
convincing, makes you give the puff, and wheelchairs. THe business
comes selling from the wheelchairs. The religious rationale is that
there must be a consequence (side effects) to make it appear as...
fill in the blank. Illegal or legal cigarrette packs are discarded
because the cigarrette looks faulty, or are the only ones confiscated
from an envoy, while the rest just pay the tax or are destroyed, or
simply pass through! It is the cheap cigarrette pack that has more
value than the product! It points to customs and illegal transports
crossing the
border. Then the usual series of human produce value production can be
followed in this sequence. Probably are given to first time users or
very heavy users? I found one in front of a church and asked myself
how can somebody commit that mistake of lighting it up and smoking the
FILTER?

Cats of Manx, no tail, right? But is it natura or they are mutilated
when born? Have they been scientifically corroborated, that is, their
existence and offspring hecked by more than one independent
researcher, CONSIDERING the effect f schizophrenic or business agents?
If you take your cats to Manx what would happen to them?

This is teh kind of situations I have been trying to make SOME
authorities be aware of, as the trail is light. I tink the real man
from the photographs passed by me yesterday in a very dynamic old man
pose. He wasnt the only one but he did make himself be noticed, like
Molinita. The test would be of course to get a new set of photographs
to match and identify, then see what else happened in my life while I
was in abstraction land. There was another paragraph I was preparing,
but somehow I forgot it...

Can anybody see how the dynamic is such that whatever I do seems to
revert against me? A ful cancellation game I have been trying to stop.
I needed a full time computer.

Fabrizio J Bonsignore now Danilo J Bonsignore