There Is This Neo Game I Want To Show You

Rita Leigh radiates a different Light because she drinks and gets washed by a different Water nobody is interested in stealing. I mean, they do want to take It away from you, because It upsets them; they don't want to draw near to the Light that extinguishes their own. As for us, we don't think it's bearable to be close to the friends of the fallen angels either, to those who can't even notice they need to be rescued from all the lies and vanity they actually one day thought it'd be a good idea to take off to get them. What's wrong with wanting to have every "thing", go higher in the pyramid? Well, there's no Base in it for you to safely set yourself up to begin with. You're only a passenger in self-deception, calling a nightmare still "comfortable" a dream, waiting for death to come and prove you dead wrong the whole time, deserving of hell as you could only think of getting to "paradise" and finding "life".

Will you discover death, sent on a "mission" by her father, was the driver "all" along before the conquest of your soul is done, baby? Being around people on the same worldly quest might relieve your worries, but are they going to die at the same time with you? Are they going to follow you to the other side? Even if one of them does, are you sure the conversation about the apartment and a couple of new suits will help you get better in case you find the deepest and ultimate loneliness there? People have no idea what they are playing with when they choose to live without a Reason, working for apparent changes which leave their miserable foolish situation actually worse. Being "social" and believing in "love" takes a "courage" I do not have. Either you dig looking for the Treasure or you're digging your own grave as you are lured to fit into the shithole and watch the days go by, answering and obeying the call only to become a clone of every other unambitious Homeless fool.

Don't you need Communication to be really together? Doctors are going to say you only need to take a medicine to have your "excitement" restored. Because that prescription is the only lyrics they are capable of writing, so they can only help you keep writing your own lost words in order to buy your "self" the "things" you need as a replacement for the Teacher they too haven't sought and found in their courses. Their business is limited to aiding the distracted natural man, who is unable to imagine the things hidden in the Supernatural, feel a bit good. They can't warn their patients about wasting that little health searching for lies, because they them "selves" are on the same vain road and unaware that it's a poor answer to the cellular chaos, which neglects to acknowledge the root of evil. Beings who "reason" might think a medicine and a more comfortable bed are the answer to the waking up tired; money can't buy them All they need, they only "think" it can.

Do animals only need that? If the first company of man were the animals, that means even them were designed to be loved with real Love.

How am I doing at the real Job and on watching the signs along the BR-101?