The ThreaD of A thousanD pAGes..!

A great work with a lack of purpose

The question is, what would you do with this awesome power..!!

Apollo harnesses the power of randomness

Lucifer rolls the dice

Music? lol

Real Lucifer likes music after all.

would like to be on page 1

you will need lots of boob and ass pics!

lol

What do you hope to see?

Scarlette, or should I say, Lori..

I called a meeting of the aviaries.

So far I have only brought in some rock band crows, and one golden eagle that would not come closer than a couple of thousand meters.

I did also bring in 4 fighter jets, a twin prop dipwad that almost grazed the tops of the trees, a half dozen or so Russian federation ponzi planes and who knows how many assorted drones.

Are you going to show up with the condor outfit?

Every time I turn on my phone, the goddamn drones and jets swarm back in and scare off the birds.

I need surface to air missiles.

Why do astral levels in the ahem simulation always end with a western style shoot out ?

Just private message Synchronous and invite him over here, and your thread would last thousands of pages filled with entertainment ,humour and drama….

SCARLETTE!!

Thank you for coming back in the condor! I even got a few pictures when you were trying to eat my soul.

You have learned to fly very well, do you know how to materialize into a humanoid shape yet? David used to do it when I was younger to try and freak me out, it did not work.

You should come down and we will have a talk.

So does God string instruments in particular!

Wow, absolutely magnificent!

I have to admit having a 10' bird flying straight at me 20 meters away did give me a good startle.

I got some more pictures, you are absolutely beautiful.

Now come back so we can talk please. I have a chair set up and everything.

You seem to be getting more desperate for attention as each day passes...

Thats my contribution.

It appears you want me to meet you on your territory.

I will accommodate these terms, it will take me 20 minutes to walk up there.

Whatever happened to Venus' moon

Lucy, this is proposterous! You are sitting in a tree 60 meters away, on private property.

Normally I would jump this fence and take that plastic tag off of you that says P4.

However, Icey the sheriff, aka Don Oswald is up here waiting to shoot me again, and I do not need to give him a reason.

Now come over here right meow!

Oh, fuck it.

One more bullet won't matter.