TO GOD : THE RUNNING SESSIONS :

I KEPT GOING. 

ONE OF MY SISTER'S IN-LAWS WAS WELL OVER 600 POUNDS...HER VEHICLE FULL OF FAST FOOD PACKAGES, AND EMPTIED CONTAINERS.

SHE HAD BEEN SEXUALLY MOLESTED BY THE SANDRA BULLOCKKKS, OF HOLLYWOOD, IN HIGH SKKKHOOL. 

I KEPT GOING AROUND THE TRACK, AS IF I WERE A ROBOT, JUST LIKE IN THE MILITARY.

I RAN UNTIL I COULD NO LONGER RUN ANY FURTHER. 

IT'S AS IF I WERE 600 POUNDS.

IT'S AS IF I WERE RUNNING AWAY FROM A HORROR MOVIE MASSACRE SCENE.

ONCE I GOT TIRED, I STARTED PRAYING.

THAT'S WHY I COULD NOT DATE THE FILM DIRECTORS, AND PRODUCERS, FROM THE DATING SITE, GOD.

I WAS AFRAID THAT THEY WERE THE ONES, THE KKKO-PIMPS, OF THE KKKO-GIMPS, OF NXIVM-KKKONTROLLED HOLLYWOOD, GOD.

I CAN'T STOMACH HOLLYWOOD FILMS.

I PREFER FRENCH FOREIGN FILMS.

HOLLYWOOD BEEZ A CANCER TUMOR, EATING AWAY AT ME, DURING THOSE RUNS.

IT'S ALL A PATRIARCHAL MINDRAPE MACHINE-INDUSTRY, GOD.

I MEAN, I LISTEN TO NIN/NINE INCH NAILS.

I CAN'T ALLOW HOLLYWOOD'S SCIENTOLOGY KKKULTS.

ANYWAY, IN JESUSLAND, WE SHOULD WRITE A FILM ABOUT HOLLYWOOD COLLAPSING INTO THE WORST EARTHQUAKE, IN THE WORLD;)

ALSO, LET'S DO MORE EARTHQUAKE ANIMATIONS, AT THE USGS, FOR WICCAN COVENS;)