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Sc-fi Creatures Destroying and taking over the world.
“The psychoanalysis states that what has happened here is just right for the fortificated dwell. We permitted only a certain amount of people in here. The recollection of the source is the analytical profound measures – we can’t help him because his mind is warped. Once a mind is warped- then that is when the being starts - to become "incrassate". The lake and the water - look at his body, it is right there burning with acid- at least that is what it appears to be.
“The new way that the subjects will be coordinated will be in the homeostasis files. The adjacent profanation is what’s fucking with society; society in this area is really tortures said – Aven. “How do you plan on telling his family what happen to him?” Said Trent. “His family – far as I’m concerned he has no family - we have special cremation vaults around here. So we take his body, cremate the body, and make it look like he’s been a missing cold case.” Said Aven. “I know what we need - is a cold case of beer.” Said Trent – “hell yea, with the way shit is going on nobody will be better off. Therefore, these could formulate the reality - but then when the people are found strewed and they think that we could see into the next man’s gamble.
How farfetched would it be for the cop’s to come and pretend that we’re up to suspicious behavior”? “ The conglomerate was the decipher that’s permissible to
Conflagration. They just - try to come and mess up everything for us.” - Said Tinisha. They tried and they’ll try again. We have to put a stop to this. Why won’t someone tell me what is going on.” Said Tinisha.
Trent told Tinisha. “ We have everything going just fine, now that the prospectus is not you crying, you should find out what’s real.” It was hot as ever in Pre-Columbian Mesoamerica.
The weather was pretty humid and the deification of surreal and the prologue – “The weapons are the next contradicted fact.” – “contradict you can not contradict Aven, you have to know, they are planning on flying over this area very soon – if you don’t understand the ekistics.” Said Tinisha- The ekistics - what’s that suppose to mean.” Stated – Trent.
They were all huddled inside a canvassed building. They were watching out of the window – they could see people being dragged, car’s being driven by at fast speeds. They could here loud gunshots from the shooting range. They were quite "oppolistic" - too the reality war’s that were going on in their own area.
Now that the perdition and the forecasted contraction will be the congested battle. Now that blood and the body that was brung in early surrounded them - was like an immigrant but in reality - if the subject had a passport or not would not matter.
The fact is that this mutherfucker was where he shouldn’t have been and he lost his life for this. The earth was very malignant he could saunter, the apocalypse into the hearted below zero measures.
The wart’s of the soul were being haunted. They felt as if they weren’t normal – the stipulation was in a stigmatism and they were so sure of the interocular innocents.
They were passion; they were getting ready to take the body to a concealed dormitory. They were going to try to put what "accidentally" happened in the past, and they could.
Now that the pressure was so en-caustic, the world’s pressure was the real deal and they were known in the passes of being very passive. Now that the yard was filled with, normal activities and they could "proclivitize" reality.
What would they believe the pestiferous air was very ferocious, the battalion vehicle pulled up and stopped in front of the canvassed building? “What the hell is this?”
Said Trent. “ It’s the cardinal he’s here to talk to you about the missing person.” Said Aven. “Who told him this?” Sarcastic as Trent could think of. “We didn’t need him too find out anything, why have yall choosing these idiotic vowels.” Said Trent.
That’s right when the knocks came so "rumptous" too the ground. Now that they were looking through the window, they felt that the congested memoirs were about to be real. Now that the "incognizant" passion was like a "panzi" trying to escape, they would find out the truth.
The cardinal comes in with his marine type of gear on. He states. “I see what we have here is a bunch noisy ignored people who wouldn’t know what to do if something was reality - so we must come in and make some changes.” Said the Cardinal. “ I don’t think we’re going to need any changes with the way the weather is right now; changes just seem to change they self - and now that you are in the way of the real operation and now that you can try to protect.
Now that you can believe that the relevant source is the conjured up be- rail tossed into reality.” It started raining!
“I know that we have stumbled upon an intruder - and the intruder is being concealed at this canvassed building. So why was you articulating facts –
Well who or what the fuck you’re looking for is not here, so you must’ve herd something from the wrong sources.” Said Aven.
“ If that’s the case - you won’t mind if we look around. Now that you can try to manipulate our squadron.” said the Cardinal.
We’re not committed to the aversion that is meticulously just so jumping - now that the notions are in the be-casted episode.
I just might look into one of you fucks as truthful.” Said Trent. “Oh you won’t have too.” Said Aven. “Just let them do a walk through and then they can find the door.” He said passively”
“You know that it’s illegal to think that we wouldn’t be in this together, if push comes to shove – why are you all trying to hide it? I won’t know.
When in need Just - please be aware that we can help out with this whole situation and now that the realm’s see the truth.”
“I don’t think that help is going to be needed, so you must be not understanding.” Said Tinisha. “So in other words the vital information is right there on the wall, and I’d take it that you have read everything on this wall and that you realize what is right.” Said the Cardinal.
“ I see – I see- I see exactly what it is - all the vibes were, saluted too my condition on if you were looking at that wall your self - would you still agree that everything is correct” Scolded Aven.
“No I wouldn’t.” Said the cardinal "grievingly". As he continued on his mission, of searching the canvassed building.
Meanwhile at the dormitory where they had "concepted" the body.
That they had mysteriously found, thrown from a plane, or ridiculed in some other way.
As jeopardized; it was so lethargy.
They could not understand what had happened.
If they were in the habitat that they were running from, they would find out that they had heavy "mesterfication" of bees.
No one liked the reality but the canvassed building kept some so cool. Therefore, they tried to tell Cardinal Adams : that they had everything under control, even if they had to lie to some people. At the building, they were doing more studies on the body and they were sure that the cause of deaf was heat separation of the soul.
They were really in desperate conscript to just turn the body in. They disobeyed the law and played the game to see if the law would constrict a Criminal Canvas.
The situation was so sagacious it was really more than the world’s values.
They were situated, they were perpetrated, and they were not going to allow another agnostic aversion to their normal stability.
Doc Matters said. “ We can really get a decent amount of information from the burned down receptacles that they found. Receptacles of clothes, of pictures, and other personnel belonging.” “ Have you talked to Trent, Aven or, Tinisha.” Said Carl.
Not yet and I bet they are in the order of being on the way over here. I’ve heard that the cardinal was over there talking to them, so they progressed this body over here to us. Their trying to make a diversion for things that is out of their control.”
Trent and Aven drove all the way to the dormitory, passing by buildings and brinks and stenches’.
They were so concluded to the heat - some out cooking in the heavy dirt, which was so permuted on the ground, around heavy rock formations.
They could tell from the conversation they was having that they were going to use this man for something other than what was planned, and he was going to be dead and not have to worry. Now that they drove and drove. They found out that the jeep that they were in was having car troubles, now that they could be in juxtapositions.
They had a serene gamble, of the counteracted precision. The power of the volts that they were messing with in the valve room was becoming more scientific. Now that they were really in there nigger rigging the valves.
They would soon find out that when night came, that the whole entire outside, of their area of over, somehow 500 acres, would be filled with only smoke, and that the chemicals would soon really be coming from the enemy’s - that were there to destroy.
Even though the bungalows were packed, 50 people each bungalow. There were at least 100 bungalows. None of them people ever planned on going to war, but they all had guns and weapons.
This was a Tactical Camp were people came to receive their certificates to teach at Academy’s that give degrees.
They were not in reality doing this for infantry.
What would be seaming as if a game set up on the other side.
In reality, this would be the real thing going on in the muthafucka.
No one was going too except the facts, because they were going to be coherst into the facts.
Once the people found out that, they were really being placed in places that were not right, to there selves. The head sergeants and other high officials, was not ready for what was going to happen even as theirs self’s.
Except the fact that they had all the guns and shit, they needed.
They were quite in "equipollence". They were also eradicated to the strength of the magnificent air. The thunder roared Through the ground! every time they shot the cannons.
The valves that they were fucking with were now jettisoned. The valves had brung hundreds of talking SCI- FI Creatures - all ready to take over and destroy.
They were three feet tall; with eyes that were hellish red.
Their bodies were like see threw; you could like see the guts and blood ushering threw their bodies.
They were coming too destroy.
Just like a human doesn’t know what they are, going to go threw before they lived on planet earth;
These Creatures would have to work with what they had, just like Maggots that form and start moving simply from food staying in the "fridgerater" too long.
Now that the humans thought that, they could escape. They would soon found out that, what is going on is not human - some thought it was a curse and that they were about to die.
Shited not the fuck if they got there synoptic ass’s out of that muthafucker while the shit was going on.
In addition - they just happened to be perplexed into this distillery grave, as the magneto gas has surrounded the barriers.
The head workers started calling on the loud speakers:
“Every one stay in your Bungalows and close all windows.” As the sirens went off like smoke detectors.
The lights were spinning around the fucking rooms and outside corridors, like it was a devastating manipulation of the lord’s plan, of the world.
Therefore, Trent tried his best to forget about the beer he was drinking. 7 hours had passed since they found the person who was corneal and uprooted to be the resonated Trek.
They were all into some "plutonic" condolence - Trent said. “Close all the windows quick.”
We already did so what is this. Said Cave”. “These gases won’t kill you they are just very blinding and there isn’t any telling how long this could be like this” Said Trent.
“I do not care, what you say it looks s like, it looks like that someone has set off one hundred thousand smoke bombs. I have to go out there and check on my people.” Said Cave.
“Ok I have exactly what you need, these inferred fog glasses, these will make the fog and smoke see threw. You can see one hundred percent better than anyone out there.” Said Trent. “Ok so I will be back.” Said Cave.
He ran and he ran.
He went to each Bungalow.
He started with one.
Then he moved on to the next one.
And he did this at each one.
What he did was talk and try to encourage all the people to stay calm and just protect their eyes.
Also not to see what was going on.
Moreover, he was acknowledging that tomorrow was going to be a whole another phase.
They were all like complaining and coughing.
Some was dressed in their shorts and T-shirts.
Others were dressed in their khakis with a button up and down casual shirt.
They were all like wondering or asking questions about why they have been lied to. “This is like crazy.” Said some of the people.
In reality, what they needed to do was Operate up and start moving around; because once these Creatures come; they will found out what the real deal was.
The Creature’s starts to form from water modulation; and valve gasses that have been chemical compounded with gas: deadly: Cobra Venom.
Every single place where there is water.
In addition, these Creatures were eluded.
They were eluded with the love of needing closure.
They start out as little black dot’s to the conception of bed bugs.
Then they grow too three feet over night.
Not in the first night.
It takes ten days.
Too, grow full.
So on the eleventh day.
Will be the day they could start moving.
They could also talk.
Some of the Creatures were, more hideous than others. Some shooting galactic gases out of the nos’trills, there "strills" were very deadly. They can deprive your skin. Your skin could grow back if you used the right antiseptic, which in reality was water.
Even though ever one just did not have water - see they form from this - So it is a double gammy. The bi - rays of the atmosphere were logic, also they couldn’t talk or move or be seen when it came to night; they turn back into the size of black bed bugs. Hard to see.
Therefore, as everyone ran around there Bungalows trying to figure out why the large masses of gas were outside.
The top masses were now reissuing to the the lower masses.
In addition, by mourning, you would only be able to walk through the smoke masses but you would not be able to see the ground.
The smoke masses started from the ground and stopped about waist high on a person with height at of 6 foot tall.
Therefore, the fog level was at least three feet tall. The Creatures were also three feet tall, so they were not going to be easy to be seen.
The smoke would be so thick that even if you bend down you couldn’t see where you were going.
Well let’s just thank God that at least you could see straight forward and breathe.
Moreover, they had special “ Ligament Vision "Modular’s” that allow you to see through this type of temperature. Just so happened to be a couple cases of 20 Quant: each case.
They were going to be specifying who would, get the pleasure of wearing the manifested aprons and they were going to need a lot more. They were destined to be the rational one’s not for long. They were so "patristic" to the wondrous values of the highlighted "patristic" gamble. I could tell that Trent and Tinisha were the ones who were planning, on the real passes. Nature was more conclude than the material peroration.
Now that it was raining and thundering with the "devilistic" clauses that they were going to be fucked up recovery.
First part: Six years later
Now that Charles was flying over the fields of a place, he had never been, with several Refugees. He was talking to the Refugees. He stated. “Something is not right with the way the sky’s are, I don’t think it’s safe. One of the Refugees named Comoketa spoke. “Don’t ta be crazy de grounds will la is done foe. And we’d be def out of luck and strut oh to pieces.” “Don’t tra listen to him, he’d not know the mass even if he was de mass.” Said Calib. Just ta listen to me, were going to get ta’ to the states and run there corner stores. We don’t ta care about ta sky’s mass’s, not ta re don’t am.” Said Stigamite.
The only problem is, I’m the only one who speaks clear English, and has full demission of what goes on. So I’m going to land this plane because the education state’s that that’s what I should do.’ Said Charles.
Charles could hear the five Refugees talking in the back as he drove and drove.
He was so strucking by the masses of the earth that he needed to drop the plane down and get going away from his self.
He wasn’t suspecting anything as SCI- FI as he was going to be into suppression. Then he would understand. They were so not ready for what was going to occur. One or two guns were not enough, and the portaged molecular detention was going to be passed through.
Charles was seeing things that were not there.
He was tripping when he thought that he saw a woman with a hand full of Creatures, that were blowing to pieces each time he saw them.
He was thinking I must be really going through it and now that I am in the ways of my nature, why would this be happening to me.
The Refugee’s were all saying. “What are you doing?” Charles said. “I’m landing.” Ok I tried to warn you.”
“Any way, how much do you really know?” Asked Charles.” “It’s all in Mythology, that the laws “of ” landing will not be “or” forgiving the laws “ or ” forbidden.” Said Comoketa.
When they landed the plane to the ground it was very blank there. There were mostly trees and pathway’s and they were so confused. Charles and the five Refugee’s walked for a minute, they were in Pre-Columbian Mesoamerica.
They would soon find there some shed’s and other cooperative items. They plane was fuel-efficient.
Not since they landed; all gas had left the plane; like a cigarette lighter that had been taken apart; in which a way that the lighter fluid left immediately. Charles was checking out the plane before they left. He said. “ People we have a problem, the plane is out of fuel.”
Ever one looked around at each other speaking curse’s and being in anger, saying. “ I knew us shant, never stopped oh foe shitta, look at this shitta, you have UN done.
They were so mad just wait into the Creatures came and shoot the diabolic gases on their ass’s.
They were serene to the Human nature they were more loafers than destroyers. - Because they needed being's energy to live, the creatures don’t receive energy from being’s who don’t breathe. Therefore, when they first attack you lose all energy and cannot walk or talk, even though these episodes ware off after a certain amount of minutes. Then you can move again. Even though water could help, someone out, it’s almost impossible because your mouth becomes sealed after the Creatures attack.
Therefore, you would be pretty thirsty and hungry for a while. Now that they were walking around the grounded land, they all walked together.
They tried to stay in order and they was now reading a sign that said: Communication Lodges. They took the path at a hope that they would find somewhere to sleep and they prayed for this.
If they have a few more secluded times, as they could here Birds and Daffodils squawking and yakking. The wind howled at their clothes. The temperatures were tormented and very hypothermia.
They had on coats and other clothing. Even though there was, no Snow on the ground the fidgety air was very very graphic.
It was the ways of the nature to not want to be in this moment.
They spoke to each other about the cold ass air, as they continued walking the trail.
Just so happen it was nightfall - it wasn’t dark but the sky’s masses were becoming darker. In addition, the Creatures were going into hiding for the night.
Even though 6 years ago what ever happened happened.
This old day had killed every one off, or they made it out alive. But whatever it was - they was going to be manipulated by the state, who keep’s the lights and other appliances working ; so that in need. If they ever needed this area for special missions, things of the nature they would be happy. Now that they could "pandure", the real reality and they could just wait. They walked and walked. Then that’s when Charles left the Refugee’s alone by them self.
He told them that he needed to go check out some of the other areas of this place. Now that he could go into the Valve Room accidentally. He thought that he was working for HVAC. “But” He was going to be summoning some Creatures, who once before somehow killed all of their energy sources. Then they couldn’t live neither. Therefore, areas of this place were so dirty, that all you could do was believe that something was going on very tragic around here. In addition, you would be like why would I want to stay here. Then you’d come to your senses and be like, I’m stuck here!
One of the Refuges was having a talk with their other’s about: going back to the plane - to pick up some personnel things.
They commenced that belief.
Then they waited.
For Charles to come back.
When Charles made it back.
They talked to him about their plan to go to the plane.
The five Refugees, discussed that only two of them would go, the other three would stay with Charles. Comoketa and Ké’ledian was the ones who planned on going. They were in this heated building right now, to be precise the same Canvas Building that Trent, and Tinisha was in six years ago.
Even though they would not know this. They was hearing and or reading read sentences. Logs that were written on the walls. They came to a decision that they were in some kind've Combat War Zone. They were so ready for the battles so they thought.
They were questioning and asking what were they going to eat. At that point, after about an hour they decided to let the two go - gather what they needed. They were unaware of where they were. They was going to be finding out that they were now in A diabolical "pervasion".
They searched some more of the Buildings, which were used as Bungalows, in the past. They were so overwhelmed with the slime that they’d seen, in some Of the desk drawers. They asked each other what it was? they concluded that it was slime.
They said : what would slime be doing in these drawers. One said. : “ more like - ta what are we - ta doing her. We should ta get going.” Said Calib.
Charles stated it looks as if you could be leaving crying up to these females. “ I’d take that ta you are tee a certain this –
“ b'caus” - a ya a white male and I’m a black African.” - “Well if at - a everything was a that easy." Joked Charles.
They left the Canvassed Building.
It was freezing where the two-Go’er Backers to the plane were.
They was freezing so much that they couldn’t feel their fingers. They were talking to each other about, maybe stilling the Plane and leaving every one where they was at.
Then they would come to reality and realize that they were not going to be accepted. The Plane was struck.
It was obviously so fucked up on itself.
Then they talked about the way that Charles should’ve never landed.
They commenced the belief that they would make the best out of the situation.
They wished that they had went ahead and brung everyone, or found something possible to wheel ever body and everything alone. - - -
They was in the reality of not gaining the pleasure of killing. Now that they friend the earth. They realize that they were not going to be happy.
Once morning come.
When they seen what happened six years ago.
That’s where the pressure is at and how the fantasy’s were occluded. This is the property of the next man, who’s dented Trials and Tribulations would be the past.
Now that they wanted to be back at one of the Buildings they would feel that it was, Somehow just opposite. They were only into the intrepid and felt that it was Gnostic.
The game would never turn.
They looked for things that they would never find- picking items off of the ground, pocketing them, Trying to make sure that they could always find their way back - because the trails were almost hidden because of Labyrinth "Gambrel".
They were so entwined to see the funnel of clouds that looked as if they were obtuse - but they looked over that - and was still moving straight forward.
Now that the Animal inside of them - wanted what was needed.
They felt as if that they could not wait to get back to the Plane, they knew that it seemed as if it took longer than it did leaving the Plane. To get back to the Plane.
Now that they could jeopardize their self and try to stay away.
The stray would be the graphic gamble of Human against Creature. They were so into the vibe and they could compact the devastation of six years ago, even if they knew nothing about it. Therefore, they were all in the order of separation of the soul. I think that they figured that they knew, that they would end up dying in the masses of this new place.
They were trying to forgive Charles.
Charles was back in the other place cooking food ,yea that’s right - what they went to the plane for was needed but not so needed.
They found clothes and shit and they found a lot of other things. Articles, Cameras, Phones, Goggles.
all types of shit that would P.I. S. S off the two: Comoketa, Ké’ledian. But they were not yet restituted to the alloys of Methodical Procession.
The dementia of the Roundelays Gram would be the proliferated conjunction.
The Plane seemed as if they was not there and they were really lost.
The hellish beliefs they would have, when they walked back into the Building, that they had just left from.
And Then Saw their Friends mouth being stuffed. In addition; seeing their Warm Body’s and smiles; they would be like what is going on. “ You know exactly what is going on.”
“Ya ta’ are eating and are ta’ in dif’ clothes – what ta’ kind a’ shit is this, what a’ kind-a’ fuck'tin’ game is dis’.”
They’d be like : it’s not ta’ dame’ game - we were just looking around and we found shitta’ perhaps shitta’ you were out in the cold looking for.
They would’ve then saw the reality. This was kind’ve crazier than they expected. Now that they were jettisoned, they would jubilate the next game. They would really still be out in the cold at this point. They would found out that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. They were devastated by the conglomerates of who had heart, to try to conjure what was highly Episcopal. Now that the ways of the world fortified the Tales Of Darkness; fortified the Realms: of when Charles was thirteen and that, he always wanted to be someone who studied spiritual activity.
He wanted to be a Scientist Of Parapsychology.
He was definitely in his mind to reciprocate the Realms that he was the stipulator of the yield Pre’Science of his maneuvers, also he was the stipulator of the habits he displayed. They let the parfocal be. His Mother and Father was working at a Naval Facility, which they just happened to be away from their home a lot.
Charles was going through devastation. On how his Father used to beat him. He was not ritualized to conceptualize the prospects, the prospects led him to murder.
He was so intelligent. High comatose was the resident of the gram. The Laryngitis he had as a baby and his skin diseases that left his body pink with a condition of Post-Inflammatory Hyper Pigmentation.
He was over this disease when he became 18.
His family was numismatic fit. Their dollars was ranging high in Escudos. Their family wasn’t even from the united states; they were from Ireland, not Northern Ireland in the united kingdom- even though they used 999 in united kingdom a lot of times- which is their local emergency number like 911 in the united states. The flags of the decastyle in his soul was not going to be easy to pacify.
So they tried to purify him.
So his contextual pragmatism of nerves were congenial.
So they were looking threw the Cat Scan of someone who should’ve been dead but lived. He was part of the world that his Mother would soon literate and not the judicature of Behavioral Sciences - at least not in a good way.
She did all she could for Charles Liguim. (lig-gwim)
He was more into a material miscegenation than a material minority.
Who Charles father and Charles That’s who.
He was reclaiming the derogative of the municipal of life, his now life, that was really his past life. Was seaming as if the logics of diffusion. He was in contempt to the large quantity masses of Insects that he kept in his room.
“He” Sodomy of the dark.
He was the pre’arrangement of the next noxious matters. There would be no more arguing riding down the street. He was more perilous of the pious, terrace of deserve. He was looking threw his Telescope in his room once and he realized things that were so gratuity.
He was so submitted to the Yellow Fever that his dog had. Errant to the přeštěnice.
He would soon be grudged into the smartest and not really even looked at negative.
The segregation of his emotions were so vivid. He found out that his sister: Carletta Liguim, was the one who was a concession of his reality virtuous. They were Pigmented to not understand the fucking Psychodynamics. They were zealous. And she started telling Charles lies; saying your Mothers not shit, she’s no good, so why she has a good job, fuck her!
The assuage she used was so deterrent. He was contiguous to the legistrative matters. He was pecuniary and they was watching as he went out into the yard and grabbed a Bird and killed it, with his bare hands. Not because of his sister; it was because this happened in front of his Mother, when his sister wasn’t there.
I guess that they forgot about Hunting.
The situation was epileptic.
The bed would come to life in his room, and he would talk to the Spirits and congest that they wanted him to help them out.
Him being in the world would, substitute.
They were so sound.
and now that the prefund of the mound was certificated.
They would commence the afther words and they would be into the red, in the reality the prosperous and the connected activity would be the debt.
And the detective could be reflective to what happened.
And they were in the obtuse.
As he spoke to his Rug. He said. “ how do you, do what you do”? The Rug spoke back. “ We have received our powers from a Higher Source.”
As - light flashed through the atmosphere, the Rug started glowing as if, this was going to be a magic carpet ride.
But it wouldn’t.
The Rug spoke. “ I want to share something with you.”
Charles said. “ Share something like what.”
“ I want to share with you your true power, with that power, The power is better than seeing me and hearing me.
You can loose and fall victim to a negative curse.
This is already a curse.
It may could be used as good or bad.”
Prepared the rug.
Charles feelings were as of if demurrage.
And they were so Tea Kettle to be the next measures. The Rug said. “ We know why you are here, at your Sisters and you are trying to escape what has happened to your body and face. “
As Charles walked over to the mirror. “ Well you’re not normal and you’ll never be! I’ll show you and you’ll obey my wishes, Charles.”
The Rugs voice shattered the fucking air like a muthafucking Mistletoe! The Mistletoe crashed frozen threw the manipulated walls of Charles soul. He was paginating his next ten statements in his mental, before they came.
And now. He said. “ I will not obey you.” Charles thought that everything was sweet, - it wasn’t - the Isometrics were so surround sound.
The rug diapered then he changed into a Gargoyle.
Who Charles that’s who?
And he thought and thought.
He woke up.
He figured he was in a Dream.
Even if it was.
It would end up being realer to him than a dream in the ending.
Charles was so ready for the next phases of reality. He was so close to behaving in ransom, that he was deciduous of the proclamation, that was so reared to the deaf .
The Stoichiometry was the laked masses, that had him in the friction. He used fiction as the depiction of reality.
He tried to believe that the weather was of the utmost gamble.
He was in suicide of the evidence, that was so ready.
The evidence was everything he’d been through.
He could complete the words of the passes.
Then when it came to it, he would soon realize that he was still in Mexico with the Refugee’s.
He was having a talk with one of his Teachers when he was in school; the 6th grade. He was so not sure if he should except his words - he wanted him to run the class and be the head of the situation. Now that the pressure was coming from Carden his Science Teacher.
He would see if moving the Magnets from positive or negative would attract or dis-tract. So he found the shreds of Magnet’s and made them move. He had the plus and minus wires hooked up to the Plastic Receptacle too make the light bulb work in class.
He felt the impious intrigue. He was really coming up with ideas separate, that were conclusively better; like he made a miniature fan that could cool the whole entire room off in 3 seconds, the fan was miniature as a computer mouse.
That’s very intelligent and somewhat impossible.
He was eradicated, on top of the belief that he was the next one and if the choice was different - it would be opposite and now that the manage was the consensus. The pleasure was in the red area of his Mind.
He wondered how he would feel if he was ever manipulated. He was running high on octose and they wanted that Element Table to be created.
He was the one who was Scientific enough to disappear the Girls hair, in the class. They were bald but they looked alright. He was almost kicked out of school for that.
But what happened, happened out side of the school. They were trying to come up with a way to have him cleared; the Girls from the class. They was scared, like he had special powers; So they tried to make up a game to see if he really could keep everything he’d believe in.
That’s when he realized that the perspicuous gram was the decipher that would control his Hemisphere. He was unaware that the dwell was the animosity that concluded the Program. He kept the Radio playing in his mind.
He even gave the Girls back they hair!
It was an exact grace of pleasure.
He would see the Globe of the Atmosphere Syncretistic.
Now that the round shaped belief was not prosperous they would sectionize the class as an obliged content.
Then they would start walking into the Mile Of The Degrees that were so Plutonic. They could not register the frenetic thrust that was exert, until they seen the real profanation and the words melted.
Charles was sitting around in his room a lot - where he came up with most dialect of most of his valuable clauses.
Or should I say idea’s.
He was pileated, he was diplomatic into the forced plan, that would be the next Bereavement.
into the halitosis of the Pragmatic Gamble.
He watched as the Shadows moved back and forth. They was so close; to just animating what Charles really needed was to escape the past. They was not marveled with the conception of miraculous writing. The tedious prize had just Concealed the Gamut which was in the pointed room: The pointed room was where they kept all the sharp material for making and creating things.
Now that you can Uterus threw the dedicated mission. He told his Mom he needed some New Clothes .
She was really ready to leave the deification of the vowels of the next measures. Now that she looked into the eyes of the Sparrow. They could conclude that the rates were in the phases of the jeopardize instrument that was grazing.
They thought that he was so innocent.
They would not need to be too extravagant because the gigantic goose - eagle would be the resonated ground move. The Fellowship would be the detonator of the specific- inoculants – matters – that would be solitude. And that realness was the Liquor that was hot blood, not a consummation of head retention mass’s and that was.
The contraceptive- reparative- adjunct prohibition, that was the synoptic capsule that was looking at his Manacle that was left on his heart.
Now that the ricocheted pressure could just let the sanction be dubious.
Come to found out that the drastic measures could be the palpitate.
They could source the heart Stethoscope that would’ve shown that the heart was still active, even if the heart was diabolically inactive. They tried to deceive me and make believe that I was - how do you say it – diabolical. Now that gracious was grated and open so agate.
Now that the worlds were coming closer together. Albino morals of a compendium that was like a null of emotions. The Creatures was in his room ever night. They was like a family who had been infested with Roaches. These creatures was not Roaches, their poaches could, cling – a – lingy , ling. Though this may be humourous,too some. It was not a real funny Gravit- the Gravity was not prerecognized it was a suppression of the Non orthodox- the Gamma Rays were there. Science Fiction was very high on the authoritive boundary’s. He questioned why with his electromagnetic Crystal Ball? He patched up the whole in the wall of his bedroom that was there.
He could sense that radioactive vials that were going to end up being in Mesoamerica surrounded by lot’s of trees, and Creatures that were 3’ feet tall. They was underground and the plight words stuck in their mind.
The realistically impounded thoughts were going to becoming intermission. His plastic prospection was in the mist, and Charles was going to not agree with his father Michael Liguim. He was looking for Rachel Liguim. The moral’s that were defecated on his heart, were more valuable than the demonstrated clog, that was pertemporal of his mental. His conception was a blend minority of his deception. He was on the mound of the particular. They could patronize the concession and they were in the prosperous. Now that the greedy ranges were in the frisk and the leverage. He was talking to the floor one day and it was showing him visions of places he hadn’t been.
He couldn’t figure out the monstrous beliefs that were so malignant. He thought that he was the mood. Though he was receptacle to the material clauses.
He was found grudged with Quarterly Diabolism. His Mother Rachel walked in on him, and stated. “ It’s time to go to Church.” He was wondering how deep could his life’s Horology commence on a life : TimeLine.
He was remembering things, like he was induced with some kind’ve Syncretistic Game. He was wondering into his prevalent Psalm. The choices were very see threw clear.
They was going to be into this belief, until they let things recuperate. Charles told his Mom that he did not want to go to Church.
He wanted to stay and talk to the floors. And they were setting him up for the electric compound. He was wondering how and why his body was feeling like it was, purpose for reasons other than the reality beliefs.
They could change the motion of the strength of some being’s. Now that their resources’ and foundation was in the jettisoned area.
They were not perpetuated with the invisible sanctions,that some must have thought that they was in - a surreal game. Then when the floors closed in on him, he would wish that they never had done this.
Even though they had taught him great Epistemology. He was still trying to force the Demagogue to be the Pedagogue - he believed into these two subject as these were a demigod.
Either way, when he kept seeing these Scientific Hallucinations, he would soon be the trenched various and they were lining up the various clauses.
The pace were some repetitious and it was so Regulated into the Science of Regulatory Laws.
The interrogation was frolic and the pressure was fallacious. They could tell the duration of the deranged. They competed with the laws of normality. They stipulated the stipendiary of the Diary that was the blank walls of life.
He was feeling like he was being controlled in life.
He was postulated to the pallets, that were so strumming. His digestion of what the Rug used to feel.
He worked on his Sentinel belief for that close moment that nothing would stand in his way.
He wanted the thwart pleasure to be the diabolical, grenade. He watched his father and mother talk about the financial papers, that they were working on. He figured that this was boring, so he went outside to one of his friends house.
He walked down the street for some vehicular belief that he would just be suppressed with nothing.
The weather was pretty hot.
He had on a T- shirt and Blue Jean pants. He was percolating. He was very fond of his belief the Rosales, the pretemporal effect was adjunct.
He was marveled with the patriotic seldom.
All he wanted as a Young Dude was to feel normal.
They could see threw the colossus of the tremendous clauses. Now that he wanted the open end, he would see that they would be the best wondrous and they could except the situation.
Charles had a Twin Brother named Carlos.
They wasn’t identical twins, they were so different than each other, even though with a certain amount of makeup, Charles’s brother could look exactly as Charles.
He was the one who wanted to stay into magical things. It was going to be the other way for Charles.
Carlos was in the reconsideration sections as the cold mist air surrounded his conception. He was into the permissible attitude that would conceive his minority.
Before he was ready for the deception, he was ready for the strength.
He was of jubilant blatant and quite fidelity.
He witnessed the trees move from his Friction Machine that he’d created. He noticed that the parliament was so surrounding in his elastic appearance.
He was listening- they said. “ Come into the woods. He didn’t know what he was up against or what the perpetuous sense would be. He was so critiqued that all he needed was the reticular perception. He said. “ What must I do.” They said. “ We will show you, if you listen to everything we tell you and follow us.
Charles was feeling frenetic to the possible acquisitions that he’ll need to compete with nature.
They could’ve been trying to get Charles out there in the forest for negativity.
Charles was over this and he was looking for a new job. the petulant cause’s were into the oblivious words, there were monocular grief, all threw his soul.
Really this was his normal way of being, he would look threw the paper.
He would travel and leave his Girl outside and continue to complete, the words of the realm. He was trenched into the real concord.
how could he defeat the weather, he probably couldn’t? So there for he would deal with, whatever it was that was needed.
He wouldn’t contraception, the words confusion, he was into the dilemma and now that they could see. They held back only what was dark and they was the passive air.
This was in the pass before he became an Airplane Pilot At the National Territory of Refugees. He was textual to the way he had to fly people around, to where they were going . That was devastation so the ways of the world needed to get out of hell.
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She hit her head so "congruously" on the dash board of the black sedan. All she could do was feel vigorated by the clothes that were mystical sticking to her body. She was "co - lined" to the beef that she was fed up with Alex. But Alex wouldn’t be the main thing that had this white bitch so pissed off.
She unloaded the shots into the figament that was so blurred threw her cirrus. She was propelled too the belief that she was killing an invisible part of her. She was filled with diatonic dictate.
She dictated a past that mark would soon figure out.
All she wanted to do was embrace into an Esperance - but she would soon find out that the law would not be on her side. She hoped back with-in here vehicle and then she started pounding her pretty white hands on the steering wheel. And backed out. With such rabidity! She careened and careened into she found herself in a fucking ditch.
Once upon a time when this wreck occurred, she was trenched into this labyrinth for at least two hours; blacked out. That’s when a motor vehicle operator named Jatiss saw a evaporated smoke cloud that was lining itself from the black unnoticeable car - to the sky, like a black tornado. This would soon be the black sedan that Amy was in. He rushed to the car in a waving panic. That’s when he tried to touch the door handel that was so burning hot that made him jump back - in his skins ambiguity. He reconciled trust into the maneuvers to reconsider his second attempt to open the car door.
He reached inside and pulled the lady out. He then called the ambulance and told them where he had suspected to find the building. The ambulance came and they took Amy away.
“ Look lady calm down.” Said doctor Evan. “ You were in a serious car accident, you was injured only a little - but you will be needing a new car.” Said doctor Evan. “ I don’t want anything from you – all I want is my life back – I wont my soul back – I won’t my kid back.” Said Amy. Nurse Reddy spoke. “ Where do you remember leaving the kid ? ” “ Was they in the vehicle with you ? ” Said doctor Evan. “ I’m not sure I can remember – all I remember is getting out of my car and killing something.” “ Your not going to be allowed in a normal society if you’re a killer or an activist killer, why did you do it ? ” Said doctor Evan. “ For all I know it could’ve been all some kind of a game where I fuck myself - and can never get back to a normal stability.
Strenuously she thought that she was impelled to except the assonance ; that was a murder that she wasn’t even sure she committed. She suicidaly snitched on her self.
“ What did you do with the corps, where is the body, we need to have this type of information so that in which, we can be in a decent relevancy ? ” Said Evan.” I had arranged myself the belief that I did nothing wrong, then I killed. Then afther I killed, I restituted the corps in the trunk of my car. I figured that it was nothing - sense it was only an animal that I killed. I just couldn’t take it the way that my boyfriend Alex told me that he was a pedophile. I just couldn’t control my self.” Said Amy. “ You know Amy, some people can get in a whole lot of trouble, for killing animals without a legal aspect. We need to have the police investigate this situation, then we’ll move on from there.” Said doctor Evan.
“ I’m sorry doctor Evan. I never ment for anything to go wrong.
“ Where is my mommy.” Spoke Tia. “ She is working on something to help you and your grandmother out. I’m delighted to keep you here with me, I love my grand baby.” Said Colette.(ca-let) “ but me and her was supposed to go to the Amusement Center today ! she promised. She never makes a promise that she doesn’t keep. If she did she would be a lier.” Demonstrated Tia. “ Don’t you ever speak toward your mother that way again.” Professed Colette. “ But grandma.” Announced Tia.
“ I don’t know what Amy has been teaching you, but you are sure becoming indecisive; this is my house. So you must have some explaing to do missy.” “ My mom doesn’t make me have to explain anything ; so therefore I don’t have to explain anything to you,” battered Tia.
“ If you were more nicer to me everything would be better.” Tia battered even more. The phone rings. Then Colette tells Tia to go upstairs to her room. She did and that’s when Colette answered the phone. With her shoulder length brown hair, her grey skirt.
Unlike her granddaughter who was commencing a two piece pajama suit. Colette was feeling bewildered, when she answered the phone. She said. “ Hello.” “ Mom where have you been I’ve been trying to call you all day. My car was rammed off of the rode. I have been in the Hospital all day. I totaled the Sedan. I’m alright I just have a few scrapes and bruises.” Said Amy.
“ You totaled my Sedan, I can’t believe you, you should’ve been more careful.” Aggravated Colette. “ I was trying - I just couldn’t let my mind keep telling rumors, and I know how that it is that Andel keeps putting tabs on you.” Sold Tia. “ Andel doesn’t put anything on me.” Said Colette. “ Well you just gotta forgive me about the car.” Said Amy to her mom. “ Well – you can consider yourself forgave. Guess what - today me and your daughter had a little confrontation, I think that you need too quit putting things in her head.” Grasped Colette. “ Mom I’m sorry but she controls her on head, on my be-halph I trust her as mature person at ten years old.” Said Amy. “ She is – but she isn’t.” Said Colette. “ I understand mom - you’re tired of her.
Can you do me a favor and bring her to Wendy’s on Vidal and Brute; I wanna buy yall both dinners. My friend Named Calleen is taking me there in like an hour or two.
We plan on being there at exactly six - o - clock.” Said Amy. “ Ok I’ll be there, at least to drop your daughter off. I had her for a full three days without you even calling or showing up. Said Colette. “ I know mom. Thanks for every thing.” Said Amy.
They both departed there gregarious talk. They were both so ovulated too both situations of epilogue moment. They thought that they had had been threw everything all alone.
They didn’t forfeit reality. Even though Amy’s next desiccation was for Amy to give her daughter to A semi stranger.
Who she only really new some how for a day. Too harbor her kid for her - cause she was about to receive 50 count’s of animal cruelty and animal manslaughter.
And ten count’s of child endangerment. And also child indecency.
She should’ve never forced these kids to watch her kill these animals. She asked the police how did they get inside her house to find all of them dead corpse. Her mind was playing a game on her.
They was acting all nonchalant and The police man said. “ Lady what you’ve been doing in your house is illegal.” All this happened before she called her mom and talked to her about bringing Tia to the Wendy’s on Vidal and Brute. “ We don’t just let sicos run around in the world at there own free will.” Said a lady cop. “ I feel your pain Amy - but there are doctors and counselors that can handle people who need help.” Said another lady cop.
The cops had arrested Amy she was on lock and they gave her a 80 thousand dollar bail. Afther the percent deduction. Amy’s friend named calleen came downtown to the local jail, and bailed her friend named Amy out. They wasn’t allowed to go to Amy’s house. So she was staying with calleen for a while at caleens house.
They drove all the way to the restaurant on Vidal and brute. They commenced seats with-in the restaurant dinning area. With two drinks each. And then they were sitting there waiting for callen before they ordered any food.
Amy and Colette had an confrontation in the parking lot. Colette said. “ I’m not staying to eat, just be glad with the fact that you have your daughter with you.
” Amy then popped back at her mom. “ don’t be like that, just come and meet calleen for the first time. Colette then spoke. “ No thank you.” As she was sitting down in her car and rolling the window up; as she was stating her last statement. As Amy was walking off her mom rolled down her window and said.
“ call me.” When Amy herd her mom’s statement she looked back behind her. And then she could see her mom backing up her Cadillac Seville.
Now as Tia and Amy walked back to the entrance doors of Wendy’s, as Amy was talking and making nice gestures with her daughter cause they had been together in a while. Once they’d received entrance into the Wendys restaurant Amy’s feeling dropped with supreme petulance.
She had an nautical feeling that callen was missing. Tia asked “ Mommy what’s wrong ? ” Amy then said. “ I’m looking for someone.”
Amy checked all special corners and walls, then she checked all restrooms. She asked workers had they seen her ? And some of the workers stated that they think that they saw her leave threw one of the exit’s.
Amy then grabbed Tia by the arm and went out side. She ravished the parking lot corridors looking for calleens car. Too no avail.
She was so out of it she thought she would for sure forget this animal cruelty thing and skip states.
She stopped outside the restaurant shaking in panic. She leveraged with lethargy.
She was on - unravel - this - medical - abscissa. She watched as multiple people removed there self from different cars and then went into the restaurant afther speaking, to some of them.
She watched as one man removed himself from his truck. His physique was of a strong man that was kind’ve macho. His hair was of a brown tan color that was cut with out heavy length.
His close was as of wranglers pant’s mixed with Abercrombie and Fitch. His boots were aspectual first down boots. When he came closer he spoke as some of the other humans had.
The man stated. “ Hi you doing.” “ Amy spoke alright – my friend just came up missing and I’m trying to find her. If I don’t. I may have to walk home or call a ride or anything. “ How long are you going to be here.
” Said the man. Amy spoke. “ Hell I may never know.” He then stated. “ I ‘m going to use the restroom and then I’ll be right back out – that’s about all I really came her to do.” He then walked off.
Amy was talking to Tia like. “ what are we going to do?” Tia said. “ we can call grandma to come and get us.” Amy stated. “ I don’t think that that will be a good idea.
Well things aren’t that bad.” Said Tia “ Things may be worser than you believe.” spoke Amy. As they herd the Wendy’s door open. Then out came the man that they was last talking to.
Amy was thinking minority, she had a capsule behavior. “ What’s your name.” Said the man. My name is Amy Volcase and this is my daughter Tia Volcase.
“ Yall two are beautiful my name is Tremond. And I wanted to know how far is your house and do you think that you could trust a person like me to take you where you need to go.
” Said Tremond. She figured that this man would be her cull-de-sack; someone she could go with and never look back on the same exact horror. Then Amy said.
“ It’s something you don’t understand, I just can’t up and leave - right at this moment.”
“ Tremond said why not? ” There was a moment of silenced and Tremond said. Lets go over to my four door dodge ram. They put Tia in the back seat.
Amy entered from the passenger seat. Tremond entered threw the driver seat. He then stated: I know it’s more to this tell me your story?
She then said lets step outside the vehicle so that Tia couldn’t hear what her and tremond was talking about. It was summer weather out there in Back Wood Florida. Back Wood Florida was a nice city and state. Amy had on a pare of blue jean pants from Regalsburg.
And a short sleeve shirt that was tied in a knot exposing part of her stomach. She was a very attractive brunet. With a complexion that was tanned to perfection. Her hair was a little passed her shoulders. And she had her hair just relaxed. No barrettes no rubber bands. Just pretty hair.
She said. “ I’m In a whole lot of trouble. I’m facing a whole lot of charges of Animal Cruelty, Manslaughter and Child Endangerment.
They don’t necessarily want to take my child, but they could and might would. My mother would already be a good candidate to take over custody of my child, so I’m not asking you to take her and run from the law.
Amy’s feelings were petrified of innocuous fact. That her next extricated statement may make the mans gregariousness, turn into nocuous measure metaphors.
As she held on to the exact air that was so condolence. Standing next to Tremonds truck leaning on it. She had a meticulous body. At least at that moment. She asked Tremond? “ Look at this scenario tremond - he nodded the go ahead.
I have a business that I own we have at least one million assets all together. I wanted you to be the manager - you know the head of my business. While I’m going threw this trial - I also wanted you to watch out for Tia for me. I mean let her stay with you for a while.
I won’t you to take a quarter mill of the money to invest in whatever you like. And take my daughter - treat her as if she’s yours. I know that we just met – even though you seam very familiar. I really need you. I just don’t want you to think that I’m running from the law because I stole this little girl. In reality she’s my own flesh and blood. And I don’t want to see anything wrong happened to her.
I don’t trust my own family and that fidelity.”
“ Look lady I feel your pain - but you do know that there is another way of handling things and I don’t want too get my self involved in gratuity that I can’t get out of.” Said Tremond. “ Just think about it this way if all else fails you’ll still have the money. This is only like some kind of first degree charge on aiding and abeding and maybe child abduction or kidnapping.
You should be alright and I will testify.” “ Afther all this is your daughter and you ‘re her guardian and I was just simply being paid by you to watch over her.” Said Tremond. “ So will you help me out with this situation - will you do what we just talked about ? ” Said Amy. “ You know you could be owing me for the rest of your life." Aggressed Tremond.
" It somtimes be seaming like I may never get out of jail for what I did.
I’m going to end up going to prison.” Said Amy. “ don’t say That.” Said Tremond.
We will be together one way or another.
Then Amy and the stranger started kissing like they had new each other for years. This was weird. but in reality there feelings and emotions felt as if they were doing nothing wrong. And that they were excepting each other with no wrong interference.
Now that they were back inside the truck they seamed as if they had contraceptive idiosyncrasies. They were so alright for each other at the moment. As Tremond handed Tia a sucker that he grabbed from the sunviser above his head. Tia smiled and said. “ thank You.” Tremond asked Amy. “ when is your next court date?”
Amy then replied Monday the 25th it was now Friday the 22nd and they were going to spend there first weekend together.
Tremond was a single man so he wasn’t too worried about a girl coming to mess up his factorization. He took them both too his home in Auburn Florida. He had A nice two bedroom apartment. Kind’ve messy- though Amy was inside of her self dying to clean the house quickly. “ Oh this place is just so so filty.” Stated Amy. “ Oh I’m kind’ve a hotel to hotel person so I usually never stay at this apartment much. But I’m trying to be more conclusive too myself. And this monovalent texture is going to land me in a decent purgatory.
” How unveiled this situation had become, tremond was only probably going to find out that Mark was on his way and he was a jealous stratigized person. He never makes moves of an unturfed method. He watched his chronological theories, become more contort.
She proliferated a beige condition.
Her daughter was trying to figure on - an epitasis congr-ession,to go outside and there for find some new friends. The door bell rang at Tremonds. Tremond went and answered the door, he hered the inocular words. “ Who the hell are you and where is my sister?” Said Mark. “ Your sister?” Said Tremond. With such audacity.
He felt that his thoughts were going into an armet class, the caberet of thoughts were so recesity, He was manipulated. Mark said. “ My sister named Amy.” With suck hatred, despised in his eyes, and A very hypothetically "reparteeish" moment. As amy reliferated from the bathroom, her emotions was of sondolence – she was electrified by the mysterious proclamtion, of how her brother could find her.
“ What are you doing here?” Said amy ?
“ I followed you here.” Consoled Mark.
“ You had no right.” Said Amy
“ What you’re doing with my niece, is not fair. I don’t like it.” Said Mark.
“ What are you talking about?” Said Amy.
“ I’m talking about you trying to take here from me and callen. Said mark.
“ I’m not trying to take her any where. I’m just staying out of the way because I have a court hearing on Monday.” Mark was all inquetical. He had his pathological belief at she could be a pathological lier, any thing could occur or reoccur. As he picked up Tia after she ran toward him. She said. “ Hi uncle mark.” The he audited. “ Hi sweety.” Then he oven roasted back into amy. “ You know Amy, you better keep your word and stay in the state, because I don’t wanna find out that your’re A lier. Caleen told me every -fucking - thing, so don’t even try too get out of this.” Said Mark.
“ Where is Callen, how did you know I was here ?
Is she mad at me ? ” Said Amy.
“ She abandoned you, so there for, she dosen’t really even give a fuck about you.” Said Tremond.
“ Don’t you see that it is a young girl here don’t you have any decency? ”
The room was feeling like an exclipable sauna. He couldn’t understand the tormented sanction that was about to be making his life a living hell. Who ? mark that’s who. Mark was feeling that this was his bequest and that this was going too be the parlament of him being disinterment. Even though this redezvous could be covert.
“ I’m sorry but the lady said she dosen’t want any one too be there for her - so you must go. And if you don’t like that. Then your gonna have to face the facts that she dosen’t want to be around certain people right now.” Said Tremon.
Well far as I’m concerned I just wanting to let you know how I felt and to tell you that you can’t run forever.’ Said mark. Mark was some how begging for esperance of amy plungeoing out of the house, then melting into his car seat and arms. Then going home and forgetting everthing that had happened. So with that being he some how felt espirited too leave his sister and niece for Dempsy to come and pick them up from the curb on trash day.
Afther mark was gone, Tremond was articulated to pop that repartee satement: is he gonna be a problem, do you feel safe?” Amy expunged. “ He’s not going to be a problem, he’s just a little crazy. But it’s alright having a brother like him. And tia loves him to deaf.” Said Amy.
“ So I would need to take you to your court hearing, and then bring you back.” Said tremond.
“ Damn that’s right.” Spoke Amy
I still gotta go back to my house, too get my car.
When I left my house the other day I was with a friend, and the cops had already deificated the signs and yellow tape saying I couldn’t go back into my house.
At least I was going to count that as only the enternals of my house. Amy’s imaginatin was caustic, she could impover the slightest tension. She boxed her mind like too boxing kangaroos. Then she came too her senses. She talked to Tremond about her dismast belief. She counter clock wised her belief For that insipid minute. I could tell she didn’t won’t to recrasp court. She was going to completely diverse equonotial. She would get a warrant or slip a trick in a hornets nest. Their was almost no nurosis of explaining,because her excrement's were feeding strictly on she committed every act of the bible – But she told Tremond about her boyfriend named Alex. Or should I say she ubiquistrated old boyfriend. She was feeling very lascivous toward the perturb pertinacious changes.
She put on the understanding of Tremond acknowleding the fact that he met her boyfriend Alex. She had sensed herself to have the exact horology on tremonds life. She expected to defeat the defiance but then Tremond poped his next sedative statement.
“ I’ve killed a man before.” He stated. “ The police were looking for me;that’s because I new I killed not because the cops new that I killed the man. Said Tremond.
Amy then told Tremond.’ We all go threw things, these are some of the strong stipulations that makes us stronger as human beings. I convey the bad partition dosen’t neccesirly have to be passed out. We can make our own decision’s. I repressed the diluted regression. I took heed too the way I just had this car accident. I tried to do everthing to stay on the rode. But I couldn’t.
“ You’ve been going threw it.” Said Tremond.” Yea I know the cops came when my car was turned over in a ditch. They alimentated me on the repetitious belief, but I never wanted too admit that I drove myself off the rode – or that I was forceing kids to watch me do sexual things to animals. Even though it was all in an allegory aspect. I was just not in my right mind.
I couldn’t controll myslef to use a vise or a keen sense. So I repented.
Your deeper than I thought spoke Tremond
“ Yea but I really think we should go on over to your house before it gets to late.
When the three had received entrance of the outside’s of the front of the house. They was some how plotting on a "devilistic" Congression – she new she shouldve obeyed the law’s of the police order,but she didn't. She just needed to get into the house to get some personnel possesions so she would say, but she was retrospected enough to solicitously contempt the belief of trying to repartee evidence different.
“Damn yall have messed this place up real dilligent.” Said Tremond.” I did nothing matter fact, I never new that it was this tormented.”Said Amy.
They both was fealing very aggressive of the room they had re-serviced their beliefs too be adjudicated but amy was really a "devilistic" person.
She was aligned too prospect Tremond too the belief that she had some drugs hidden in a special hidden wall entrance. There was 15 kilos of crack cocain in their. Amy spoke into her daughters sole with sucu ambigiation she said. "Don’t never tell nobody you seen us three in here, you never seen anything." – her daughter then said. " Alright." They were still searching the corriodors of the house when they felt as if somebody was watching them. They turned the flash lights off as if their was about to be a deadly poltergeist
But in reality it was just an passing vehicle it might've been the cops but she was not going to be thither, so in reality she was a jealous recuperation of what her mother was.
"I found her,she said that she wasn’t going to do anything with my niece and that I was a sucker and needed to mind my on business." – mark was feeling caleen is an abusive lier she is not in liquate manor – he spoke into Caleens cerebral. " Why did you lie to me." Said Mark?
"I’m not lying she probaly wants too kill her daughter or run away from her problems.I offered her a place to stay here I was just scared at the resturaunt I couldn’t let her keep me into illegal belief."Said Callen. " You didn’t have to leave her abandoned at the resturaunt. As they set at the bar in their city:" Give me a scotch on the rocks." Said Mark. "Oh so is that the only way you know to get over your problems is to induldge yourself in liquor?" Said Callen. " No – this is not the only way - I’m just trying to be normal and keep living my life without the disinclination of worrying about others peoples life's.
They could here music playing in the background the diatonic of rock music – little did Caleen and Mark know - someone was outside lucratively about to still marks pop face radio and was going to be "promesk" to be "pro’pressed" to be someone nither of them new as Mark seen his car threw the bar windows they was feeling so insidious when they had saw somebody looking like they were breaking into his car. He ran into the outsides ravishing the ground and door exits.
He propelled. " What are you doing, what the hell are you doing in my car?" The 18 year old male turned around and poitned a gun . Mark and Caleen. He said. " You better get away from me I’m not having a good day!
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