500 Billion light years to make a breath of air. 500 Trillion Suns weighing that much for air has made a chicken. Disrespect for my ATWA and my life is fucking a chicken. Why not? ATWA’s gonna cut your heads off any way it can. And all were told in Red, I give no warning shots. If one cannot understand god is no[t] the games being played by what you think you can get away with, and what you think of me is you. You to me is a wheel that rolls.
ARP274, also NGC5679. ARP spans light years across and lies millions of light years away, toward the constellation of Virgo. There are 2 yous there, billions of light years away.
If you think you can, ask yourself where is James Mason and a HOST of people who took my ATWA for money games and ego trips in the name of the cross boss for dollars and dicks. I love chickens. ATWA – Myme
Postcard, August 2012