Post by Ralph on Jun 24, 2004 16:48:16 GMT -5
Hathor said:
"Well...this must be a test or something...let me setthe record straight from the Outside, reading in...Yorks'
message is not His Own, it's from Way Above, just as
Jesus message was. They could not understand Jesus's
message either. They sort to kill Him. It appear to me
that This Message is tooooo big for you alls' small brain.
Whatever is sacred is Sacred. It is not suppose to be
spoken of unless you are a Traitor. (Point Well Proved).
All is in The All. Whatever is Whatever. If one can not
tolerate 'Whatever' than move the heck on. (Question;
have you moved on Balkis?) No, you have not. You are
Stuck. When I dislike something, I get away from it,
Permanently. Hey, that's just me. We all know that
some like it hot and some like it cold and some don't
like it at all. So, what's the problem. You want everyone
in the world to hate York because you hate Him? Is
that it? Well, some of Us will not EVER HATE HIM no
matter what. Suck, fuck, duck, Whatever! In our house,
we are all ONE. If you can't comprehend this, then it's
not for you. I like chocolate. I don't like cooked tomatoes. If you like cooked tomatoes, fine. Eat them.
I'll stick to my chocolate, whatever. These children that
you keep calling children are missing the adjective in
front of their names, it's called demon. All children are
not the same. Some are angels and some are demons.
If your mamas' a demon, then truly, the Fruit doesn't
fall to far from the Tree...need I say more. Nope. I
think This Time, I made myself clear. I'm a Yorkie for
Life. Hate me, hate me, hate me. Like you say, "Truth
is Truth". Different strokes for different Folks. Fuck Off
Balkis, El Truth and whoever else is not of the Real
Family. Got That? Good! Clear Enough? Good! Got a
problem with what I say, 'Fuck You' is what I say!'
"War, Love & Peace!"
Once again my darling, you have proven to me that you are the light of my life. The type of woman who can go shot for shot with me, and blow for blow. I bet that when I bring you around my family, you will impress them with your vast vocabulary and your pugent smell. I always loved a chick who smells like brussel sprouts. I think that I have found her, my homely one