Crazy dream last night, about cow human hybrids. Had to go to a school, like a primary school or sthg, elementary school, daycare. There's a cow there. Or a bull, possibly menacing. Can't even remember how the dream differs from my waking mind as after waking and googling the topic, see link below, it is shocking to think how many cow human hybrids there have been already, crazy. And disturbing. If you ever get into alien, grey, conspiracy theories about the dulce, new Mexico base with hybrid laboratories where grey aliens make hybrid human animals, it's scary. Wouldn't be surprised if some grey aliens made some of the cow human hybrids in link below. Testimonies in link don't mention aliens, just shocked townsfolk in 19th century America and Europe, etc. Cow human hybrids. Get onto it.
http://www.macroevolution.net/cow-human-hybrids.html
Moving on seamlessly, Prince I'm kind of a big deal Harry and his two ex girlfriends at his wedding; was one topic Zara and I were privy to outside Emerton post office at 9am this morning as we waited for the red forehead dotted Hindu fellow to open up. I've learned that there's possibly a lady at the shopping centre with a knick knack shop (apart from the cow human hybrids) whose first hubby gave her five daughters (according to her own description to another lady there, also fussing over Zara), beat her and left her, or she left him. He went on to remarry, she didn't go to the wedding (from this it's reasonable to surmise our Prince Harry didn't beat his ex girlfriends, his brother Edward also no tiene pinta, doesn't look like, a wife beater, God blesssss - see I'm hissing like a snake - them both). So she didn't go to first Hubby's funeral either, embittered after the beatings. She did keep small contact with the second wife of punchy and knows they had one and only one child together, a boy. She never went to his funeral when he died of cancer. Took 25 years of her life, the second hubby was much better. Although younger than my mom, like, she actually has great grandchildren. Common in MT Druitt to have four generations alive together due to women having children young.
Speaking of which, my Congo buddies, one of the daughters, they're not little girls anymore like when Desi and I were living in their backyard in 2010. One of the daughters Acha, pronounced 8-cha, I think, has a seven week, almost, son.
Acha's brother Mile, that I was friendly with, lives in Manchester, England now apparently (someone made a pop video clip of him round those parts singing African ballads). He has three kids already, fast! No existential crisises in his twenties like me.
Check out this photo with my 42nd birthday buddies, somewhat mysterious, they have a daughter, pictured left, called Ivanka, always reminds me of Donald and Ivanka Trump. We only had a 3 candle, no 4 or 2. Considering 6 million Jews got lumped into gas chambers with help from America's IBM, AND that it's possible I have jew genes, it's not surprising people don't make a bigger deal about my birthday. That probably just proves we have Jewish genes on my mom's side of family.
They actually sang happy birthday to me, I kind of liked it...
Who said his best friend was a snake? Nietzsche or Jackson?
https://youtu.be/Yr_9mXuDsUA
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