W.A.N.N.A.!

 Love you babe...

Здравей, татко... След няколко дни може би ще отида до Тихия океан, за да сърфирам малко... Напоследък предоставям хуманитарна помощ (както на майка ти, но този път повече НИКОГА няма да купувам презервативи!; Lol™) на две жени... Едната е неомъжена, а другата е майка на 2-месечния Исус Дейвид и 2-годишната Мария Елена... Бащата на Исус (не Йосиф, lol) се опита да я убие с нож... Бяхме в прокуратурата, за да подадем документите, защото той щеше да има сериозни проблеми, ако се доближи до нея... Разказах ли ти какво правя напоследък? След работа пея за завещанието на Исус и човешките права на оживени места... Автобуси, площади, някои ъгли... На едно от тези места срещнах тези две момичета, татко... Не: не съм влюбен в тях... Майка ти е една на милиард: след нея станах бавен в чувствата си към другите... Бях истински влюбен в нея, татко: това не е нещо, което се случва често в човешкото сърце... Ако беше истинско, както го усещах... Само това засега, татко. Благодаря ти, че си такъв, как...

Here just hanging steady and tide Sir... Send some prayers please!

For example, Luxury for your Father will be Wife will send a "hi" to him even by mail (a "hello" will be a major thing, sort of a Luxury+, Lol™). Babe: Xander Ireland shows me this video...   Xander: where are you Sir!?  

Slow... He wake up mean time the plane was smashing up agains the granite wall  at 350 miles per hour... * What was that? Welcome Sir, you are in Heaven. * This is not my destination bro: I was heading to my job. Well, the Lord was having othe plans for you today Son *I am not your Son, and about plans with my time, is for talk with my Boss in business hours, with Wife in family hours, and I am not available in my own hours bro: I sleep in all of those... Sir: here you gonna be better than in any other place you was ever in your life. *I do not think so: I do not know who are you, where I am and what is doing everybody here with that suspicious smiles in their faces than they look like high. Please bro: put me back in my path or I will call 911...      

 

Living in a country without War is cheap and delicious: you walk and that fun feeling(safeness sensation) thing happens=Whatever is good. You wake up without money, job or a home, and there are ways of to arrive to the night alive and healthy without engage in crime, lies, prostitution... Living in a country without War is Good. Thanks God. We are blessed("lucky" is not an accurate way for to call ourselves living in not in war territories: there are humans working for the war not happen. Is NOT! luck in any level at all... All kind of Employees + Social Workers + Law Enforcement + Not Business Humans Politicians: Thanks so much!♥). All the "we" included in the list of places where there are not war... Thanks Jesus. Wife is one of them, babes/bebés: humans with stress not because their own business, but the business of those humans they are in no business, or in troubles... You are bless babe: your mother is a human heroin working every single day for a better worl...

La humana conciencia hay días a punto de lava y otros apenas levantando aquel enfriamiento de donde, tibia, viene luego de aquella incandescencia la vida... Donde suficiencia eterna sino en a diferente de la vida hallar. Aquí en el mientras esperar... El leve enfriamiento de la lava conduzca al tibio emerger de la vida: hay noches cálmicas y precámbricas , y en esas algunas en proceso de otra vez la tierra su calor incandescente regurgitar para generar la materia que será la futura tranquilidad tibia no más...

Eso, todo eso, es embuste, inconveniente, basura emotiva. Más vale otra cosa. Respirar, Orar, Esperar. Ya. Sin ese afán de especulación sobre la existencia de nada. ese requerirle a la circundante realidad que estén "pasando cosas". Llenar de artificios... Crear basura cinética: movimientos que van y vienen a ninguna parte...

Allí no hay negociación posible. Y Él se manifiesta, armónicamente, a través de nuestras relaciones con los otros...

Poblarlas de sonidos la celebren: acústicas amigas de ella, pactos y acuerdos, celebraciones y fiestas de encuentro...

You dear admirable woman female Wife are of God in Earth the BEST Human Lovely version... Loving you in this unexplained way God provide dear...  

Some users they was having issues with the Internet in Heaven, and there was arising comments about it in The Markets, The Stadiums, The Fields... The mouth word to the word of mouth became such high that God´s Connectivity Official, Andrew, he make a Press Statement about it: "Dear Heaven Internet Users: our network has been hacked by Evil.  Please: strength your own pray self power this difficult connectivity time, reach each other soul by soul at ones at the time and DO NOT SHARE OR CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD.  Our Lord will be fixing this temporary issues here in his Kingdom when He will comeback very soon. Thanks. A couple of eternities after The Lord was not still fixing The Net, and somebody (The Devil?!) was sharing the password of The Hell Network: there was comments in The Theaters, The Hospitals, and The Pools  about there was users making trades for it. Allegedly, they was trading two miracles for one sin for have it the password, and in such way they was allowing T...

Love you Bro. Hey: I get the message about me sending some email to you. Well bro: we will wait, because my telecommunications are by wife+new boyfriend stopped... Lol™   Is a little(a lot) uncomfortable , but is matter of time will be fix it: time is endless, we will wait, so, that moment for we exchange message since God send such a link between our worlds/dimensions/nations will be ready in whatever infinite time where we live...   _______ Camille: Love you too friend. Miss Shelly: Love you too! Teacher: Thanks. Mister Beaver: Are you busy Sir? Mister Darius: Miss you workmate... Mister Larry: Congrats Father Sir!  Salamanca: Miss you... Jamestown: Miss you... Olean: Miss You...   God is always good, life is beautiful, and we just need to laugh again, and again, until God will hear it, and he will come to laugh with U.S. ... Love you senecas/haudenosaunees/new yorkers/americans+49 states... Friendship is a forever gift from Him, and nobody, no Governments...

After minus than 50 years old and before 50.001 Miles, Him have not find still enough reasons for not traveling anymore.  He was born, after spheric nine moons in mom´s belly pool, besides a river , and may The Lord provide soon enough to both of them the bless of what already they have in Mankind, but this time in the intimacy of a living room too: a family. What he most find in the road is people with good heart: Jesus and Democracy Everywhere = Vicario Mujica, Hairdresses/Sastre Capilar, +593 9958 49528, Argenhuman... Most than accidents(just one so far), is more what the motorbike "repair"(heal) him that the other way... The easiest in the trip is jump in: them he does known where is going, and the engine "feels" where to go... and he feel it, and he follow it... Used to be a life without purpose before the road: now he does not know where os going, but he is already where to belong. The journey... Stress is everyday more and more behind him: faraway, because NO...

Como en Perú papa: sin pasaje, no hay viaje...  Je je je.™ Andábamos a los pozos, las represas, a algo más chévere que recreo: bañarnos a nuestro antojo, nadar, bucear, jugar al fó y asolearnos lo más de rico en cuanto cuerpo/espejo de agua había entre nuestras casas y el colegio... Lo hacíamos cualquier día de la semana, pero los viernes era mejor: por algún motivo los viernes los profesores se reunían a hablar de nosotros y por sus reuniones acortaban todas las horas del día de clases así que nos soltaban más temprano... Lo que nos daba más horas de unlimited showers+fun in whatever place we will find suitable that day... Remember: those was not school properties, so, our human band of brothers(between five or seven of U.S., ten the youngest and maybe thirteen the older) was doing break in some private property of we never knew who... Lol. Any way that used to be like heading to the beach, but closer and several times a year... That was the first day in high school for me: leavin...