Friday, December 13, 2024
Friday, December 13, 2024
10:48
All recovery attempts have failed. Nobody has made direct contact.
My feet are held up, off-the-floor, between site lines, by dirty, experimental, unsanctioned, unqualified, nuclear, digital, system, developed, and, run, without orders, by the U.S. Navy. Recovery attempts are constant. Please, pray for us.
We grieve the loss of military lives. Please, God, carry their souls. They’ve seemed to be insane; I’m told, from neurotoxicity, radiation pollution. By relay, I’m told that the number of domestic terrorists remaining, as the enemy, is plural hundreds of thousands.
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