The War, and the Brave

If we start a war, we begin indifferently. Scared of course, yet fascinated with bizarre bravery; at war we are indulging in fascination of bizarre skill. I am honest, and love war. Unfortunately, I love too many things and will not focus on one, as long as an attack stands. 

To begin at indifference is the charade of souls, within, wanting to war, wanting war and really wanting the war.  The number one reason, is to achieve, improve, want to believe that our ancestors, fallen, or falling may arrive to war. Surely they do not practice greeting anymore, the dead or dying. Do any of us?

To begin the parade of souls, ouchstaent we as humanity must achieve.

Write, reveal!

In our nation, we Americans have one of the lowest esteems of what He called nocture. A writers block, simply, but now it's a black chain so we'll increase the worth of what you read, in antipathy, forbeared, or increasing tooling, like gamut app messenger quartrains readily available. One always is for sight, then right, or accuracy of nobility, other both are emvy or bewilderment if first sight was not believed. The third is for night and pertinence to forth righteousness, and the fourth untangled is of light perceived. There are reasons and ways to writing symbolical logical hand.

Agree

I've always agreed. In elementary school, junior high, even high school. With people.  Of course, I almost had a fight with in-law cousins, certainty says we two were never related. Yet, I always obeyed. When I was 16, I went to work, and could not adapt quickly because my management team was cruel and un-American; they were each Asians and had horrific gestures and facial tones. I made $3.35 an hour.

I always agree, or I feel bad. I'm not the type of woman who really wants attention or adulity from mankind. I say it like that because I don't like attention, surely because my mom brutally broke my virginity as a baby, popping about dozens of membranes while she was at it. The mental strain of her actions leave me baffled after horrific attacks of people and man happen at whims. I see her every now and then, such a cruel, stupid bitch. 

Yet, still, I agree. I agree to help, to love, to kindle kindred kindness; to my friends, for my family, to each person----not really keen on strangers. What's making it difficult is recognition, is reflecting exactly what reflections do in my home or neighborhood. When it's bad, no one will want to agree. 

Power, obligated to man and leader friend

Times were never spoken, they were read. old world accounts of what occurred were phenomenal. Yet inaccurate, I suppose. Cognates galore in the forecast of industry, factory and transportation accrued maliciously, benevolently, or may agglutinatively. This is where sociology began, with the interaction of classes, esteem and exchanges between the formidable and those of formal flair. 

Today I have met opportunity to rumble, it began yesterday and I now know hate of transformidable work at descendant laboring was actually witnessed.

Power, Solace, and Sovereignty

It was a dream of Becky, I think, to try to create a sovereign nation. Meticulous, serene and worthwhile. Until I came in and handed her a task, she was the abnormal sentience, quantum psychic, genealogy heretic. Now, things are a a pace no group can contend. Why? Because of US government corruption, negative China-Taiwan policy, underhandedness and plain indolence.

Battalion at last!

The first star is for arrangement.

The second star is equipment placement.

The third star is for advice.

The fourth star is for leading.

The fifth star is home allocation and survival.

There are zonal, or echoic county levels.

There are regional, or efforted state achievements.

There are arenal, or staff supported ingenuitive attrocities, at defense; or engine corobory at offensive elimination, internationally.

Today I am battalion Admiral at seige.

the ineporient pain of killing

Today, I was heightened. A massive, confliction of storm lightning yesterday bewildered me. Not critically. I have been in a war of sorcery for nearly 19 years, involving itolemnokailamnalam. I have nearly full bearing of white and night resiliency, with accolades to the moon. 67% of my income come from this power. I am secretly regarding hate as the utmost intent: to kill those whom have killed us.

Today was ku, old Hawaiian warrior and warlord. Also kanaloa, the old Hawaiian king and warmongerer. They two and their wrongs died.