Some people need a DNA test to tell them who they are as a patrol station may need to be burnt to a pulp to be reminded it burrows for fuel and comes up fake for air to tell people that black tar exists, you know that shiny petrol residue thing that reflects colors. They say people are dumb in the South because incest is rampant. They just need DNA tests. I bet it is finally time for people to take DNA tests to know who they really are.
DNA tests will finally tell a genetic degenerate who thinks nature is stupid he can never wear black, absolutely never wear black face, therefore the headless idiot can never wear any spatial blue. DNA tests should be taken by the the likes of parasite piggy so the stupidest people on the planet who erroneously believe they are smart will stop imagining they can wear earth’s atmosphere. And then there is the elephant who is also the lion (crazy animals with no genetic distinctions), the pig, the owl, the space toilet twitter birds, the pigeon, the snake and there rest of them can take DNA tests to find out if they are even human.
Petroleum takes a long while to form, so fast and easy to burn. That must be the evolution scientists are looking for as they progress into…into…into…my readers, did you guess future? I don’t talk stupid shit I can’t explain my readers. Future is a complex word we must think through to explain. DNA structure, simplex, complex and chain, what great science. They certainly tell you what is impossible. Possibilities are easy shit. Degeneracy is projecting the future from the current truth in the present you ain’t got. DNA tests, shuh my readers, all the demented reflectioneer should take it. Nature can’t be racked with.
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Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
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