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Aug 2015
Slayers remain survivors. Being chased by laser guided nano spiders. I'm running away avoid razor wires. Seems like the sorcerers are first. Dark forces put to work. Unleashing evil elements on to the earth. In the 80's my mom lived by the Euphrates escaping a clan full of crazys who tried to steal and clone her baby. Gods earth. One half cobra. One half Noah. Both are evil I thought I taught you the quotient. At a mountain all alone. A broad head stone shooting arrow heads at the fake warrior thrones.

Let he who is not lost show me your home and he who is without sin write me a poem.

From the innocuous line of questioning. The scarab from the sky taught me all  interpretations of language are indefinite.
So apparently I was born with a gift which ones want to control before I was born.  The gift of the real 5 senses that actually see things for what they are.  Now I escaped the world figuring who can I talk to?
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
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