TO ALL ENLISTED : SALIVA :

https://www.cnn.com/world/live-news/coronavirus-pandemic-vaccine-updates-03-26-21/h_9ca5cddb433c76d7ebff31e1017ee4ca

INDIA :

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=y5KOf9lkV08

IT'S QUITE IMPULSIVE, TO JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS. 

I CAN TELL THAT EXTREMELY HIGH-RISK PEOPLE, TO HIV, ARE TRYING TO GET VACCINATED, INCREASING THEIR RISK BY 33% TO 35%, DURING THE GLOBAL CONDOM SHORTAGE. 

THEY SHOULD STOP HAVING SEX, AS THEY FREQUENTLY HAVE CRACK COCAINE ORGIES, BEFORE THEY GET AD5-BASED VACCINES.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Rxg01L6Hh2E

I STILL THINK HIV IS A HUGE RISK, THAT WE CANNOT IGNORE. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Rxg01L6Hh2E

PEOPLE SHOULD BE VACCINATED, WEEKLY, AGAINST COVID-19, BEFORE THEY GO OFF TO HAVE THOSE CRACK COCAINE ORGIES...

CRACK COCAINE ADDICTION MEANS THAT THEY ARE SUPERSPREADERS.

IF THEY USE GOOFBALLS, BLACK TAR HEROIN, FROM MEXICO, THEN, THEY HAVE A MUCH HIGHER THAN THE AVERAGE DRUG ADDICTS.

VIVITROL, METHADONE MAY NOT BE AS SUCCESSFUL, AS PREVIOUSLY BELIEVED. 

THEY ARE EXTREMELY CONTAGIOUS, AND THERE'S NO WAY TO GET THEM TO UNDERSTAND THE REALITIES OF COVID-19, AND THIS SEVERE PANDEMIC. 

YOU CAN'T REASON WITH THEM, ABOUT WHY THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE CRACK COCAINE ORGIES, DURING A PANDEMIC. 

AS PEOPLE DIE, FROM THEIR ABUSE, IT BECOMES MORE APPARENT THAT THEY ARE A SUPERSPREADER TOO.

PEOPLE ARE DROPPING DEAD, LIKE FLIES, FROM THEIR SUPERSPREADING OF STD'S, AND COVID-19 TOO.

THEY MUST BE ON PREP, PRELUBRICATED, LATEX CONDOMS, AND BROUGHT TO THE DEA, MARK WEAVER.

A.N.E., TYPICALLY A RARE ENCEPHALITIS, AND COVID-19 :

https://www.henryford.com/news/2020/04/covid-19-linked-to-rare-form-of-encephalitis

CHOLINE :

https://www.news-medical.net/amp/news/20200601/High-prenatal-choline-levels-may-mitigate-negative-effects-of-COVID-19-on-newborns.aspx

GET ALL FEMALES OVER AGE 12, THROUGH AGE 50, ONTO A DAILY PRENATAL MULTIVITAMIN. 

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7515144/

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2020/06/200601134601.htm

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CREATIVE WRITING PROMPT :

"SON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CRAWLING INTO YOUR MOTHER'S BED, EVERY MORNING, AND SOMETIMES AT NIGHT, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKIN' NIGHT, AT 2 AM, HMMM?"

"I HAD TO," OUR TODDLER SON EXPLAINED, DEFIANTLY, TO HIS DAD.

"MOMMY BELONGS TO ME, NOT TO YOU, DADDY!!!"

THEN, HE STARTED PUNCHING HIS OWN FATHER. 

AFTERWARDS, I HAD TO THROW ON A PREGNANCY ROBE.

THEN, I PROCEEDED TO CONVERT OUR NEW, FUTURE BABY'S NURSERY INTO MY OWN, PRIVATE BEDROOM-NURSERY.

I PLACED A GIGANTIC-SIZED "PREGNANT : DO NOT DISTURB" SIGN ON THE DOOR.

BOTH FATHER AND SON WERE RELEGATED TO THEIR OWN BEDROOMS, FROM 5 PM THROUGH 10 AM, EVERYDAY, UNLESS THEY WERE ABLE TO GET AN APPOINTMENT WITH ME, ON MY ELECTRONIC CALENDAR. 

AFTER A WEEK, MY DESPERATE HUSBAND KNOCKED AT THE DOOR, PLEADING, FOR ME, TO LET HIM HAVE AN APPOINTMENT. 

I TOLD HIM, THROUGH THE DOOR, THAT HE HAD TO BE IN A SEPARATE BEDROOM, UNTIL OUR SECOND BABY WAS BORN. 

THAT WAY I COULD FINALLY GET SOME REST.

THE BABY HAD DROPPED, SO I WAS IN GREAT PAIN, AND COULDN'T BEAR ANY EXTRA MOVEMENTS ON THE BED.

MY EVENING SECURITY GUARDS ESCORTED MY WAILING TODDLER AWAY, TO LOOK FOR MY PUMPED BREASTMILK, IN THE DOWNSTAIRS FRIDGE. 

HE HAD BECOME WEANED, MOSTLY, JUST BY USING A SIPPIE CUP, BUT NOT TRULY WEANED OFF OF BREASTMILK YET.

THEN, THEY, MY SECURITY GUARDS, CAUGHT MY CONDEMNED HUSBAND, TRYING TO UNLOCK MY NEW BEDROOM, AT 0400/4 A.M., AND DRAGGED HIM INTO THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR, WITH THE PLAN THAT HE HAD TO STAY THERE, FOR A FEW DAYS.

"WHAT THE FUCK??? GET THAT HEATHEN BROUGHT AWAY, IMMEDIATELY!!!" THE SENIOR GUARD HAD SHOUTED, AS HE DRAGGED MY HUSBAND DOWN, TO THE GROUND, AND SHACKLED HIM.

AT WORK, THEY HAD BEEN BRINGING MY HUSBAND FAR AWAY FROM MY OFFICE BUILDING, DURING MY MILITARY WATCHES, IN SHACKLES, WHICH BECAME THEIR DAILY ROUTINE, OF TACKLING, AND SHACKLING HIM.

AFTERWARDS, AT MIDNIGHT, I STARTED TO FEEL VERY STRONG CONTRACTIONS, IN MY BACK.

I CALLED MY HUSBAND, TO COME BACK HOME, FINALLY, AND GET US BOTH TO THE HOSPITAL, AS IT WAS TIME FOR THE DELIVERY. 

WE WERE GETTING INTO THE CAR, WHEN MY SON CAME RUNNING OUT, SHOUTING, "MOMMY, DON'T GO WITHOUT ME, PLEASE!!!" 

"HOW," MY HUSBAND MUTTERED, IN DISBELIEF, "HOW, CAN WE NOT CONTROL HIM ANYMORE, MY DARLING?"























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