Uma boa idéia usar um aulos para chamar anjos e demônios que possam destruir o PT com o Lula.
Lula e amigos podem fazer cerimônias monstruosas e secretas para assassinar pessoas inocentes e proteger o PT. Eu não posso porque preciso ser humilde e de Deus. Não é mesmo comunidade evangélica e carismática católica? Não sou eu que estou sob sugestão de demônios alienígenas?
No Brasil eles falam que isso é uma manifestação de Satanás. Por isso o Brasil é o que é.
Aproveitando, não sou bode de jornalista e nem de artista. Apenas lembrando de uns áudios que recebi por esse implante auditivo que não pedi.
Goat in Nepal inhaling and exhaling incense smoke. pic.twitter.com/vMADw3kCc8
— Nature is Amazing ☘️ (@AMAZlNGNATURE) February 10, 2024
Walking In My Shoes – Depeche Mode
I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I’ve been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush
Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate’s made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn’t have been purer
My case is easy to see
I’m not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I’ve been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Kátia Flávia – Fausto Fawcett
Como eu me sinto quando assisto os jornais. Uma verdadeira entrada em Carcosa. A diferença é que fico rindo muito das crenças secretas que secretamente os jornalistas ensinam no background das notícias.
Por pouco não termino como Rust Cohle nos ritos de Amor conduzido pela impressa. Mas fontes informam que eles não querem mais me acordar, querem apenas me deletar e terá que ser como no final desse episódio. De maneira bastante ritualística.
Assista o final do último episódio do True Detective, primeira temporada para entender meus sentimentos. E assista toda temporada se você deseja entender o Amor PCC do Brasil. E viva a COCA. Viva ao PT. Viva a Lula. E viva ao Bolsonaro também.
“A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael Knight,a young loner on a crusade, to champion the cause of the innocent,the helpless,the powerless. In a world of criminals who operate above the law”.
Acho que deve ser assim que o PCC deve ver meus posts sem divertimento.
Mais um antigo hit para entender como um ser humano de Love preso pensa.
Tom Tom Club – Genius of Love
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I’m gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
I’m in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There’s no beginning and there is no end
Time isn’t present in that dimention
He’ll take my arm
When we’re walkin’, rolling and rocking
It’s one time I’m glad I’m not a man
Feels like I’m dreaming, but I’m not sleeping
I’m in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton’s musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin’ and shakin’ to Bob Marley
Reggae’s expanding with Sly and Robbie
All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing
I surely miss him
The way he’d hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine.
Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go
With a hiditihi and a hipitiho
Who needs to think when your feet just go …
Bohannon,Bohannon,Bohannon,Bohannon…
Who needs to think when your feet just go …
Bohannon,Bohannon,Bohannon,Bohannon…
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown
If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s got a greater depth of feeling
Well he’s the genius of love
He’s so deep.