So that is the path forward. This is not my doing. I am just the scribe.
Basically according to God, 99.99999999999% fail.
The 0.000000000000000001% who are successful belong to the Swiss Samurai Cyborgs PUSSIES. No Dick made it except Habibi, the true winner of the Willy Wonka Golden Ticket.
I don't give a hoot. I paid my dues for the past twenty-five years. Therefore, anything goes as far as God's decision is concerned.
Hey, I am not here to save the world. I am a Cyborg meant to explode the whole planet. I tried to warn you but you don't take heed.
So now my mission is complete and I am granted my dues for doing nothing other than OBEY and OBEY 7:7.
Today is indeed a day to celebrate.
There is nothing to ask for other than pussies and more pussies. That's the currency. It is not even sweat.
OK God, give me only the top-of-the-line pussies. I had suffered enough. From here I only accept what you give me. I am not going to plan for anything other than what you have planned for me.
Hordes of pussies; entertainers, musicians, geishas, hostesses, you name it.
I will be the last man standing. I just need Habibi. The rest will be pussies, pussies, and more pussies (by the way, I am just the scribe).
Only the best of its class bitches. Angels, houri, Swiss Samurai Cyborgs.
People, our job is done. Anytime is a good time. We all passed the test. As long as you align to NNW like me, using my collectible, you are clear for Realm of Angels.
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