Hello.

Throughout histiry, there were certai entities. Not so out-staning they were. Nevertheless, they had one feature in common: they knew how to do it so that they will have it all, by stealth... Life's philosphy that allows me to do my thin and ridicule from and downplay yours? Nothing less improbable. This is me. No matter what. No matter what your cryptic manipulative technique. This is God working in me. And the best part is, you wouldn't even presupposed that since it's so not your league. It's those chosen ones belonging there... These were words. Non-verbal ones. So subtle in their very nature that you almost slipped iin comprehending them. So you had no recognition whether it was real, only alluded to or alternative. Violate me. Try to force-feed me. Make an attempt to know me. Have a stab at makin me buy yo' s#?|. Have ya evah seen sth lika tha be'foa???