All you normies are going to feel bad because my Dad and Mom used to let me walk in the woods all alone when I was just a kid and you think there's no way I could survive a bear attack but instead maybe got raped by a man or the bear was just playing with me and beat me up. Either way I'm not fucking afraid of anything though, even if your theories were true; it would mean I hypothetically survived an attack from a bear because I passed out like Possum do. The thing is though, I didn't pass out at all, I remember running and screaming "Daddy help me, it's a bear"..... Then it ripped me to…
How do you think they invented the boomerang if they didn't even know what numbers were???? No algorithms or anything. Either it was luck or it was gifted to them by the same dream that gifted me another chance of survival.
The bear grabbed my left shoulder with it's teeth and flew me across the road with one throw, then it dragged me into a bush where is ate me alive. I remember feeling tickled by it as it licked my bloody flesh. I felt a sense of peace to be dead, I remembered how great my life is, it helped me appreciate this worthless existence. To be afraid of death and then to find out we don't actually die, it is a peaceful feeling of relief.
So either this is all a dream, a matrix, or purgatory.....I also saw a UFO shoot across the sky at light speed too.
Police are just like me too, a lot of them have powers they are hiding from us to keep us safe. They can teleport, I've seen it happen twice.
All you normies are going to feel bad because my Dad and Mom used to let me walk in the woods all alone when I was just a kid and you think there's no way I could survive a bear attack but instead maybe got raped by a man or the bear was just playing with me and beat me up. Either way I'm not fucking afraid of anything though, even if your theories were true; it would mean I hypothetically survived an attack from a bear because I passed out like Possum do. The thing is though, I didn't pass out at all, I remember running and screaming "Daddy help me, it's a bear"..... Then it ripped me to…
I AM A LITERAL SPIRIT INSIDE OF MAGICALLY CREATED FLESH AND BLOOD!!!! NO GOD, NO ALLAH!!! ITS ALL A LIE TO CONTROL US!!!
The bear grabbed my left shoulder with it's teeth and flew me across the road with one throw, then it dragged me into a bush where is ate me alive. I remember feeling tickled by it as it licked my bloody flesh. I felt a sense of peace to be dead, I remembered how great my life is, it helped me appreciate this worthless existence. To be afraid of death and then to find out we don't actually die, it is a peaceful feeling of relief.