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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Jul 26th, 2009, 03:35 PM
Post-Script
To the Law -
Mr. Hefner knows what’s going on, as does the Law. What I say is the truth. Mr. Hefner thinks he’ll do whatever it takes to get me and ruin my life. As for the playboy to say, “let’s burn her dirty things” [I think that’s what it says] and we know what sorts of things they’d be talking about are.
Knowing the Law Mr. or Mrs. Judge, you wouldn’t let them get away with what they expect me to do! So for Hugh Hefner’s stupidness, I’m asking for a mere 2 billion dollars. From the supposedly richest mother-f***er on God’s green Earth. And I thought Bill Gates was the richest mother. And he [not sure if the “he” is Hefner or Gates] also helped the pedophile organization to kidnap me and shoot me up with drugs so that I could also be a playboy. I guess he made it clear that all playboys shoot up. They also all do pornography, which, if I had not been hypnotized [not sure if that’s the word, but it seems to be], I could have been in a pornographic movie…
That's all of it I could read.
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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