Mr. Orange, Satan, and Frosty the Dragon I

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Noname, what's the status? I asked.

It's looks clear, he replied.

What about Mr. Orange?

We've have only encountered one instance of Mr. Orange wandering around like He was so weak He couldn't leave and go back to where He came from. Before that, three days ago we encountered a white version of Mr. Orange and took Him - a white version of Mr. Orange is so very powerful, containing so many instances of Himself that, the end of Earth is a possibility. There are thousands of not more joined into one being. What do we do? We surround Him and while we close in our swords rip His instances out dispersing Him into the host that surrounds Him.

Win. It's a point fest. Lose - there can be no loses in a fight like this.

I sat there watching the fireworks in Milford 24 miles to the Southwest South South. Reviewed the day.

Mr. Benjamin Franklin stopped by a gave me some Intel, a group is attempting to put a king in charge of the United States, he said.

You shouldn't be here, this is a dangerous spot. It really is - I wondered if He appeared because I was watching the movie, 1776, about the Declaration of Independence.

The last few days were full of pain. Mr. Orange had filled Himself full of Antimatter or, I have no idea, and It was taking time getting it out.

I will show you in the next sentence how absolutely difficult this has been: Kateri, Solange, and Bertie are so weak they couldn't call forth a cloud. There is no rain forecast for weeks to come.

I sat and watched the beauty of the distant balls of sparks and explosions which went on for the longest time.

I had lost my Hopi water amulet. I couldn't find it. I had called upon St. Anthony and recited a poem, a little rhyme. There was a good chance I had gone on a long walk for exercise and the necklace of the bola tie of the amulet broke and it lay out in the desert. I had searched everywhere I had left where the shows it is and it was gone. If nothing else the amulet is a work of art and in today's dollars with inflation it's worth thousands. - it's near the door, He replied. I looked near every door, car doors, the hole under the house door, all around every door in the house.

I had given St. Anthony a quad of points, a hundred trillion free three day passes just to find it. I knew what he could do. There was time I had Shelly look out the truck passenger window at the rear wheel as I drove south on I-15 because the pickup truck was making a hell of a lot of noise. That was when the D.A.D.A.D.S. was at its height and reported -

Brand new glasses four hundred dollars in pre-insanity super inflation. The breeze ripped off her glasses and they went flying.

The drive shaft ripped out from under truck shattered and scattered into pieces across the freeway like shot and chain from a cannon. No accidents. No one hurt. I pulled over. I picked up the metal off the freeway in the traffic and then looked all for the glasses while we waited for the tow truck to come. Now I had picked up the pieces and put them in the back of the pickup truck.

That was a long time ago. These are them. After I prayed and rhymed, they were sitting in the bed of the pickup behind me, the driver. I figured for those and other missing things St. Anthony deserved something.

• It was the first time for the day, I took Ben with us since in all likelihood, being near me and the ladies, he was filled with Antimatter too. I told him that. I also kept addressing him as Mr. Franklin. Now I wrote about the first time I met him standing over his grave in the yard of Christ's Church at sunset in Independence Mall, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA here on Steemit. Like when the glasses were found.

Yeah, bolts unscrewed by themselves a lot back in those days. It was a dangerous, nasty time. Much like today, where Anonymous is so powerful, computer security is an oxymoron, and treasuries are destroyed - all so someone could declare themselves king? Well, I doubt the person would declare themselves king.

So Shelly, I saw her in the distance as I sat and watched the fireworks to the south.

My intuition: God as of late, has been restoring it. I made a big catch, a quintillion points yesterday.

Yes though I walk through the valley of death, as Baalim and Whirlwinds of Chaos rise. As two smaller came near simultaneously from the Northeast and from the West at nearly same time at the Redneck Hovel. The one from the Northeast, it looked natural. Feeling like crap, I decided to a catch it. Move with it. Maybe it was a healing whirlwind.

Then I decided to see if there was a human over there at Antelope Springs. Yep. Noname was right. A pickup truck came gathered the man up.

Looked on the radar, hardly a storm across the Pacific and North America.

"There's something in here. I can sense it."
Frosty, the young girl dragon, had blasted, something just off the portico of the Welcome Center into a solid block of ice and the blast came so close to Mr. Franklin and myself... whatever it was dropped out of the sky toward the Earth.

The Great Soul comes running out through the doors with some really big Angels, stopped at the edge, looked down, and said, Fetch that.

The Angels did.

Chrysthys had come over today, Child of the Great Soul, grand daughter to the Most High. He had said, She could materialize from spirit to flesh and back again. Taking things with her. In her hand she held a fist sized gem, a gift to me. Yet I could not get her to materialize, become flesh. Perhaps she was to weak. Mr. Orange - competitor God like Hella of the Norse. Is that to say female? It like a basalt protrusion from the Earth up onto the sky. Not a column.

The gem I was worried about, a gift like that, how could one explain it?

List it on a tax form, Gift from a daughter of God. Approximate value $200,000,000.

"I am much more scared than I look, you might scream or think you have met a monster."

"As bad as it sounds, Kateri was blackened by the number of small pox scars. Solange was only a river mud head without her body, Bertie not to much if anything but, I have a lot more than it looks."

She didn't believe me, but the ladies chimed in that it was the truth.

Real men go for personality.