Special Recipes (Broke Black Prophet and DD) Friday, July 20, 2018

"...You know I'm fifty-two years old and the bullshit that went on when I was young still affects me to this very day," I said.

"For sure!  There's more than just flour and chocolate chips that make up your individual cookie. And some ingredients should have been thrown out a long time ago.  Bad as hell.  You know what I'm sayin?"  Debbie said while her big blue eyes empathized with me.

What A Shitter! (I. Sawrai, Assistant Planner of The Masonic Order) March 3, 2019

They had been crosshatching the skies for two decades now.  No entity or person said a thing about it.  "Conspiracy Theorists," would be the nasty label put on anyone that wrote or talked about the chemical trails (Chemtrails) lacing the heavens.

And conspiracy was exactly what the New World Order was implementing.  All the media propagandized, bought and sold by the same Luciferian Masonic Illuminists' agenda. They, the Luciferians, wanted to exterminate any anti-illuminists, which was ninety-eight percent of the population.  But the hiccup to the plan was that the survivors needed slaves because they did not want or were too entitled to work.

And this soul quandary had the "Planners" flummoxed. 

Indefensible (BBP) December 21, 2018

Religion is the last bastion to life of humankind.  Confined to the wake of hedonism; a schism of dark mattered time in the sublime. Circumcision never a permission to listen and to go back to the evil days which are on display today; a lesion that has formed over the millennia from the perpetual psoriasis of the Earth’s epidermis being adulterated, by the scientific community getting immunity, with a false process we have ignored and been possessed by the numbers generated in the human code to explode the DNA address; a mess has been MANiacally conformed; never to confess our unforgettable sins; as the last fatal winds finally descend.

A Clean Flow

"Shit, I don't know.  Maybe three days, " I said to Marcus, my best friend and roommate.

"That's not good bro'.  Not good at all.  You're two times fucked bro'!  As in Peace,"  Marcus said and held up two fingers for a peace sign at me, trying to lighten the conversation up just a tad.

"Well, fuck man.  The fuck I'm s'posed tah know, when the fuckers gonna do a drop?"   I said.

"Yeah, I hear yah bro.  But I'm just fuckin whit cha Cal.  Never fear cause 'Cus is hear!  As long as those mother fuckers don't look right at your dick in your hand while doin your drop, you've got nothin tah worry bout,"  Marcus said with a mischievous smile on his face.  "I'll be right back bro."

Marcus disappeared into the back of our apartment that we had shared for some two years now.  He was what I always wanted in a male roommate, he smoked weed and he kept shit orderly and clean. Plus somehow he always was able to have drop dead lady friends.  He came back with a dark bottle, a dropper, a smaller clear bottle with fluorescent yellow liquid inside and a white box that when he placed on our coffee table it read: "Incognito Belt."

"Shit man I'm really not into any magic tricks right now 'Cus.  For real man.  I need a damn plan man," I said feeling kind of helpless.  If I tested dirty I would loose my job and my half of the bills would now be compromised.

"And a damn plan you will have bro'.  Trust me,"  Marcus smiled raised his eyebrows and started assembling the items he had in his hands on the coffee table situated in between the two of us.  

GEO-ENGINEERING AND OPERATION "SUNSCREEN" 2019

I am a retired Air Force Pilot. I have three beautiful children and a gorgeous wife, all four I love very deeply and would give my life to save. Maybe after I write this, I will not be the same person, hopefully. Maybe, I will save them with the information I am going to share with you today.

I retired December 06, 2005 from the Air Force of the United States where I was a pilot of jets and other aircraft for over twenty-five years. Coincidentally, or maybe not, I was contacted via telephone, December 06, 2009, about coming back to be employed by the DOD (Department of Defense) as a flight engineer. I had my own business, giving flying lessons, with a small aircraft I had acquired with the savings from my former military career and retirement thereof. I was hesitant because I tired of the structure of the military as well as the federal government. And I informed the administrator on the phone of just that. All hesitancy stopped when I heard his words, "It pays one million-five-hundred-thousand per year."

Needless to say, within a month, I sold my aircraft. And moved me and my family near a classified airbase in Northern Utah.

I have been working in that same capacity for almost ten years now. I have a good life. My family is happy and does not want for anything. But...it will not last. I took this position to aid in bettering myself and what I thought my family would want and need, providing. But...I made a terrible mistake. A miscalculation. And, just like in any cockpit, flying multiple Machs (m&Ms), one miscalculation will end your life. I was not careful about the flightless journey that I was about ready to board without checking the destination, the flight log, to Our demise.

My job was to just monitor the flight of a UMAC (UnManned Air Craft). There were many in the sky at one time but a flight engineer is only responsible for one air craft. This is one of the reasons I retired when I did back in 2005, the technology had gotten to the point a person didn't have to be in the air craft to be flown. All done by satellites and computers. A commercial plane really doesn't need a physical pilot. The only reason a physical pilot is used is for the sole purpose of people's conditioning, having a physical pilot, being wigged out because the plane is piloting itself, which it does anyway.

Making as much money as I was going to make, I did not care why the plane was in the air, its purpose for flight, as a matter of fact the generals and administrators were very curt when speaking about the project. Not going over many details, keeping everything clean and glossy. "Just engineer the flight is all you have to do," would be the various superiors' mantra. And I did just that.

A.J.E.W. (Airman James Eric Walker)

Shaking The Cobwebs

I was in water assuredly, just lying there.  I could feel a little ground on my back, I guess that was the only thing keeping me atop water, not drowning.  My eyes closed, I didn't feel like moving.  Then I felt the rain on my face.  I felt as though I wasn't breathing but I'm quite sure I was.  What was I doing here?  Nothing really mattered.  I was tired.  Real tired for some reason.  'Daddy get up,'  my Daughter's voiced coaxed.  What are you doing here, I thought.  I dropped you off with your mother.  'Get up Daddy!'  I opened my eyes to see where she was, all around me darkness and the water dropping on me and surrounding me.  What the hell?  'Please get up Daddy,' her pleading voice.  'Where are you?' I felt my mouth move but no sound came out.  'I'm here,' she assured me.  I opened my eyes again, northing but the same as before.  'Get up, you can do it.'  I tried to move and the pain in my head shot down my right side of my body paralyzing pain.  'I can't, ' I whispered and started to cry as the rain picked up, ears clogged with water.  'You have to get up.  I need you.  You can't stay here and die on me.'  And that was all that I needed to hear.  I seized every ounce of strength in me and with one forceful push and got myself up to at least a sitting position.  But the pain was horrible. 

The Final Human's Perfect Stance! (BBP) January 1, 2018

Bim-Bam-Bam-Pew-Pew-Pew…!  

Oh, yes!  Gonna be free in a little bit.  Get into the set into the sect, circumspect, insect-dissect.  

Bet on another dialect.
Best into the test if you do what you do and inspect.  

Imbue and sue into the brew above the blue.  

Blue raspberry in no hurry.  

Bury another family member to dismember the member.  

A certain truth being imbued into the rude attitude. 

Cut and paste is such a distaste.  

Face the truism without patriotism, a perpetual prism to schism
The brain-cells into the wells of this lost society.  

Oh…Alas…to be bought…a slave to make one free, 

Like I behave into now lost life which one has become the end instead of the begin.  

Makes one wonder what has been the storm that hasn’t really become

What we have thought would be the end of the drought? 

Rain!  

Dance!  

Prance!  

Stain the vain of this existence with your presence, essence…
A bloody last dominance filled menace
By the old school rule Of: To Fight to the death with non-hesitance
For freedom in this
Existence!

A human’s final perfect stance!   

Sovereign USA: The Fourth Protocol To Communism Is Not Complete...Yet! (Angstin World, Sixty-Years Old, Ex-Socialist) Monday, December 18, 2017

The only thing left is the screaming!  C’est tout.    There are only four stages to non-nationalism and we are on our third with not a hint of a military solution.  We are doomed for, at the very least, fifteen to twenty more years into the future; if by some miracle Normalization isn’t achieved.   

Shit, but why should it not be?   

Our Solution And Our Only Solution (BBP) December 25, 2017

Oft times I think I have to be from another world.  I listen to people and their absurdity and all I can say is: “Shit!  For real?”

 

Then I read the news and say: “Well shit!  The shit is really happening!”  Live and in fucking color! 

Then I stop and think...weapons of mass destruction; mission accomplished; Agenda 21; Agenda 2030; The BBG (Board of Broadcasting Governors); The Gulf of Tonkin; indentured servitude; governmental sanctioned slavery; Operation Paperclip; MK Ultra; The CIA; The FBI; The Finders; The United States Pedophile Network; The One World Pedophile Network…the fuck!  

It’s all a fucking drama of fucking Masonry Luciferians' evil agenda of lies, deceit, mayhem and debauchery that the elite controls, eagerly displays and funds!

  

Calm your silly sorry ass down!  Think God damn it!  Think!  Get it togethah baby!

You damn sure know that there is a God! That trumps all their bullshit!  So fuck'em!  

It’s time to kill a shit load of rich folks all over this Beautiful Eden!   Straight Up! 

Peace!  

More to come...

Virally I Say To Thee... (The World Banking Virus) September 11, 2018

Everyone’s phone chimed at once; each one of the over four hundred attendees to a person in the auditorium for the “Coding For Life” seminar looked at each other perplexed with the, “Was that my phone or your phone?” look.  No one in the auditorium was incorrect after everyone had checked their given phone; then the gasps and expletives were frustrated out.  Mostly, “Oh, Shit!”  Some, “Mother Fuckers!”  A few, “What the fucks!”  A couple of, “They actually are doing this shit!”  The couple were correct.  Over four hundred attendees knew what had just happened and it was real, too real.

Everyone, according to their texts…was flat fucking broke!  

Start Giving A Good Solid Fuck! (BBP) October 31, 2017

You’re supposed to have your smart phone more than one inch from your body, that is stated in your user’s guide.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck?

 

Trans fats are horrible for your health, the fats cause all types of various health complications.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck? 

Fluoride is a poison. Our waters should not be contaminated with it nor should we be ingesting it willfully at all.  Does anyone care?  Does anyone really give a good solid fuck?... 

We could go on and on My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs, but you know what the truth is: People/We…do…not…want…to…know…the…truth.  Did I coin that shit?  Of course not!  But I am finding the more research that I do about various subjects, the more that statement is becoming an absolute.  And that ain’t fuckin good at all for all of US.

People call the ones like I “Conspiracy nuts.”  Shit, I’ll be a nut as long as I can choose the kind.  I think I’ll be a macadamia.  Yeah, loves me some of those shits.  They are too damn expensive but if I had my druthers…yes, I’ll be your nut…but I’ll be the one that you cannot resist.  Hah!  Ain’t that some shit!

The truth is out there waiting for all of US lost souls to grab on to it and set this askew world straight.

President Trump was not elected by the sorry ass Electorate for nothing!  There is something percolating and it’s not coffee but it is damn sure malodorous and dark-brown in color.  Believe that kid!

Peace!  More to come…

One Moment Of Clarity (BBP) 2018

There is a moment of clarity culminating.  Striating into nothingness and oneness; people being scared being aware.  Stare at the underwear of this nation's perpetually skid marked drawers.  We have forgotten why we are in the state of the union that we are currently in; wearing thin to never win over the evil cowards that have circumvented the proper human resources doctrine to gain a rightful position.  Condition critical going cynical and whimsical as the cattle-call purposefully kills us all. 

Unless…