Earth Nettles Underwear Overkill | Pine Cone

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Holy Spirit floated a Nettles feather into my telepathic intuition to let me know how it feels to get, constantly beat by a handful of nettles mind-control where, even a song called “Life is Killing Me” soothes, all our stinging life spore-sore fungi-shame.

Just when I thought I was going to begin to focus on inspiring pleasance, wouldn’t ya know deeper feelings came up to let me know how I, really feel when, every aspect of mind-control Earth includes humiliation rubbing ridicule brown bloody Underwear nettles reminding me Earth Life is Killing me.

8 billion nettle bouquets beat me, rub me the wrong way, and scratch my most private sensitivities, until all that’s left of me is an ‘us’ just like me, scared to death, because we are all dying of Toxic-shame waiting sick as a Doctor humping Cancer Money nettles on our last leg.

Every big building hides Satanic minion Nettles, just like every social norm houses Nazi Nettle rub-minion bouquets, until the Dark Triad_Narcissist/Psycho/Machiavellian human race has transformed into mind-control Mother Earth Nettles Underwear Overkill all singing “Life is Killing me” Mystical WWG1WGA Wounded-heart in Chorus Scratch ticket Ammonia eyes.

Can it be that Nettles is how we feel “Life is killing me”, so cuddling up with underwear nettles mind-control is how we approach each other, without a clue how deeply we, all suffer shame/blame prison-time cuddling with Nettle Earth, even from the very first, right up to the shaming last, too uptight for human mind-control narrow shoes.

Nettles free is where I’m going to be soon, so give me a holler and this tune will echo from some mountain of mind-control crap bouncing right back at yas on autonomic Human-shame constant nettles beating anyone worse, the more we try to leave Nazi Norm Nettles grouping whooping hairless Mafia-money Cancer-cough Nettle-rot

See what I “Won’t be missing”, when Holy Spirit lets me know enough is enough already?

Can ya hear this is genuine, as any real feeling can get, or do ya think I would, of my own accord stop freedom long enough for one more blast of rage on my PHD-nettles mind-control Sick-Loyal horn?

Nettles for Toxic-underwear must be another mind-control best to stop anyone from, even daring to face all the shaming lifetimes it takes to deny this much humiliating ‘hide and seek’ major-embarrassing Collective-unconscious Nettles-thong red-ridicule surprises?

I remember, just a few decades ago singing “Rubber ducky in 1950’s bath tubs, before the red got so bad I haven’t, even dared to look, as if that’s the successful mind-control effect meant to hide Nazi-norm best, whatever we are most ashamed of, we are the last ones to see whistle-sucker red-blows most up our You know stinging Whatsis.

Can I hear me now? Or has our cell phone started out as Nettles beating rag tags, hiding under digital algorithm red-head specials? “Crappy Mountain highs, hear the Pine Cone echoes…” ever so, very soon when it folds its cone it will, never see a red-ass Orangutang up close and Half Earth personal, just before it was smothered by another old fat stinky-eye nettles bouquet we, all know sick-loyal sting-Zinging butterfly beating red-eye ammonia half-life bye bye.

Knowing Yourself, Inside and Out | Sadhguru

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