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When In Rome...

We shall meet at Midnight at the Temple on the City of Seven Hills, pals and gals and those cows! Remember to observe the Mighty Temple, dressed in Greek apparel (as one knows), fitted with all those Special, Arcane Symbols littered about the grounds. Jack! Please do not overlook this, Sir! Be thankful, Mister, that They let you see it. Do. Not. Be. A. Fool. Jack. Have Ya' a grand ol' look, won't Ya!

My [No, 'A'] Story

Shall I tell thee a story, Rose? Seeing as ye a bit older now--18 years of age (what a special one) I believe--and thou, my sweetest of daughters, perhapeth the time hath come to mention a thing. If at least it is only one, why shall this I die a very happy death! The story, Rose, concerneth a man in a hell that his neighbors call Earth; even "home"! Can ye believe it? Neither can this EYE. Moreover, tender one, don't take the words of any; not even me! No, ma'am, please, if will thee, trust in thyself and thine heart alone. Open thine EYE, Rose! I didn't name thee that for no reason...

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What's that you say? They're all Satanists? Pedophiles? Murders? Child torturers? Media owners? Ha! Who cares, Jack? No one will ever believe you, idiot! Really, Jack, the media makes fun of those notions; your kings call you a conspiracy theorist if you believe in such a thing! Why would Epstein lie about doing bad things? He has money and has been 'elected'; he can't lie! Why would they never tell the truth in books? There are no brotherhoods, no blackmailing, no punishments, no defamation. Ludicrous, my layman friend!...

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Listen up, Jack! Fix yourself a fixin' of mint tea, won't you? Your stomach ought to be sour; ignore doubt and your newspapers and books of metaphorical fiction written by Cloaked Men you've never heard of, sir. Listen to your mother, son! I'm here to help you grow, am I not? Eh? You say the 'three days' narrative was literal? 12 actual men? Is-Ra-El's Children are who you're told they are? Seven days, kid? Grow up, you fool! They are but blunt and dead and literal words with very secret meanings; you actually don't know a symbol more than a mere stop sign on your way to a religious temple, do ya'!? You really think your books are that straightforward and not painted over? F-grade student! Stop going to your controlled school, son

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Now, let us eat a real breakfast. 5 cups of wine and a bushel of olives? Alrighty-roo! Amun.

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