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. 

Warrior: Creed Abvowed, Oath Concealed

In theory, I am too weak to survive; in thought, apostacy! I am not alone. Yet I want, fervor concedes, adulity wanes and power exists. So many doubt, so blatant are regards. Someone, find a leader!

Baseline Battles

13 countries and a powerful end to all wars is what they seek. You see, baseline is contingent arrears and none of seven of those countries have income to resiliate. Baseline arranges quantum harmony within sonar tabulation cycles, or radar calculation circuits and gives optimum resiliency outcomes to mankind. Or ends are given in combat. These are baseline Battles: to see each party contingency into the law, at secretary of state.