“But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but my father only. But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and did not know until the flood came and took them all away, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. Then two men will be in the field: one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding at the mill: one will be taken and the other left. Watch therefore, for you do not know what hour your Lord is coming. But know this, that if the master of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched and not allowed his house to be broken into. Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect."
Right now I smell BBQ sauce from my white trash halal sausage fingers. I smell like a fresh white T from a box of 8 white T's because as I already mentioned, I'm of the trashious caucaus persuasion. Usually I smell like high grade marijuana and cologne so basically an Arab to fool blind people into thinking I might not have tattoos up to my neck.
At the absolute middle of the planet there rests a harem of metabolic catalysts that convert the world's greed into the most pure, luxourious sand anyone has ever seen the likes of. The sand is so soft it lathers up against your skin in the crystal molecular formation of an angel's feather that took a bath in a newly constructed fountain of youth in the ruins of the ottoman empire after a lucky number of fertilizations by asiatic sucky suckys in large formations that travel across the tundra and sucky sucky the ground like a worm until the soil is proportioned with the love of Eden, Eve, Steve, Paul, and all the original creators of the dimension of biological self referential refractory processing in the olfactory bulb which spouts more seeds for the cognitive-naturalistic theory of the quadverse with each quadrant owned by Eden, Eve, Paul, or Saul, where Steve who would traditionally hover above the spouted olfactory nerves as a token of gratitude towards existence itself and the positive excess of human karmatics that occurs every time the sun is eclipsed by saturn is replaced by Judas. It creates a breed of human unlike any other breed of human bred in my incubator before, and I've bred every chromosomal abnormality and IVed the genetic material into my frontal lobes with a tranquilizer gun straight up domed to the dome like wowww and now I can see in all four quadrants of Eve, Meve, Bleve, and Dreve and I can't turn down for what and I can't even reduce my testosterone from the 99.9^99.9th percentilw of standard deviations with every integer of the standard deviation being a sigma of itself what do I tell my mom when she gets home from stripping
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