My Whatsapp to Seagull IV about Dajjal was censored.
Dammit Juice, 270 (the order card of the guy in front of me) appeared when I was about to pay for my dinner.
So I am convinced I am the 7:7.
The journey is a bit shaky especially with me still craving for nicotine.
OK here is my story line as a 7:7:
Eventually my life is about my running. It cannot be a better date. Nothing is small when I visit BJ. He is my only true friend. I have no other friend who is as close as BJ.
I dunno Juice, on one hand I enjoy being an atheist, apolitical and irreligious. Then again I am convinced that BJ is the Almighty and BJ/SJ/RR is the highest troika.
While at BJ house I drank from an "I love you Dad" mug. First time I came across a left-handed. Well it is not. It had the same print on both sides. So there are two dads using the mug.
Now I don't just convince there is God, at the same time I am a god too.
Then again I am a Fuzzy thinker, God and no god coexist. I can handle that. To a God there is no god. So there is no * go[t] higher than the God. Unless we take the assumption that there are no smallest and biggest numbers.
*This is the tough part. Because you atheists believe in no god, doesn't mean God doesn't exist.
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So I assume you all don't believe in Dajjal either. That's why my posting was censored.
There is a missing piece here. What about the appearance of the 7:7 numbers? How do you explain that?
I am still a man with a mission. To cross 80 with a marathon. All these efforts is to reach there.
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As you can see, I am quick to get rid of hypocrites in my life. I can't stand when a person pretending to be good is actually a snake like Double D. Now I don't listen to him at all. My main man now is Aush.
I gotta sleep Juice. Tomorrow is a big day. One song for the road:
You know how much I love you honey... Goodnight
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