Listen, Oh heavens, and I will speak, hear, Oh earth, the words of my mouth. Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. Deut. 32:1-2.
Disabled from a mental illness called Paranoid Schizophrenic Associative Disorder. This is a place I can rant and just collect my thoughts, scrambled sometimes that they may be.
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