The last nuclear conflict will be over the executor of oil, namely Johns…
In their profound absence, Friendships are Futile.
Hostage-taking is, basically, a raw form of Betrothal, but, occasionally, Plans don’t work out. The last remaining Hostages are to insure Targets. When Y'all are being Held Captive, it must feel strange to be fought over, no? Where Y'all feel most Trapped IS where Y'all were destined to meet Him, Actually; unfortunately, the United Apostates of America are also Guilty of Excessive Fortification. Those that take Hostages should sound familiar. It’s an allusion to [t]he [t]hief in the Night: I expect an increase in orderly Parsim Immigration [that’s my primary concern], from henceforth_
