Blood Farmers Redeemed, Regan Central And Husbands Of All Husbands, Phearson McPhearson

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THE UNENDING LOVE ANTEDOTE ...The African Juttah 2012

     And these are the descendants of the beauty rescued from the hands of the beast: Beast Of Beauty Featuring Cadence Nicole Coledalay 

Starring: Branch Dante Vincent, Cadence Nicole Coledalay, Phearce Mychal McPhearceson, Regan Central Whitehead, Celestial Allison Lopez, Roman Neal Copeson , Herenton Egan Lowed,  South Lee Whitehead, North Lee Whitehead, Est West Anderson Whitehead and Regan Central Whitehead, Ctentri Israel Bonai, Tennyson Natali Rus’sell, Ambrey Carson Vincent, Kyler Nicole Duncan…     

The African Juttah Infinite Genealogy 

Unto Regan Central Whitehead and Phearson Mycal McPhearson was born their first son Herenton Egan Lowd III, their second  son Tyson Dimitri McPhearson and a son Skylar Mycal McPhearson and a daughter Brandy Eriel Whitehead

The African Juttah Infinite Genealogy   

     Unto  Herenton Egan Lowd III and Kyefer Berlyn Nollel was born their first son Herenton Egan Lowd IV, a second son Kylpe Elfin Lowd and a daughter Kegan Berlin Nollel              

Blood Farmers, By: Alyn Tristian Whitehead                                                          

France, The Paris Globe, PG

Saints Habitate Restoration In Naturtally Kaotic Situations

Confessions, Blood Farmers                                                                                                    05/21/2000

www.evacuateus14.blogspot.com 

         I saw this implausible act of denial right before I did it, at the time I was watching old footage about the gay and lesbian movement in America. I remember one scene in particular, a young dying male screaming to both the medical and political boards “YOU’RE KILLING ME!” Immediately I thought, no, you’re killing yourself and now you’ve killed mankind. Is this not like the heterosexuals in this same country blaming these identical boards for both ancient to recent, just this flood of sexually transmitted diseases? It is here I am to know that sexual promiscuity in this country and thus the world is the holocaust, a new ritual of Russian Roulette, AWAKE! That you be aware,  that you be born again, that you know an Apostle of Jesus Christ is among you, as to pluck Ambers from the burning, Apb, The RAM… see, read more here, www.bloodfarmers2015.blogspot.com  

THE UNENDING LOVE ANTEDOTE ...The African Juttah 2012

                                      …YOU’VE JUST ENTERED THE AFRICAN JUTTAH 2018-2025
                                                           BY: APOSTLE P. A. BRADFORD
                                                                       WR. 1992-1996
                                             …The Glory Of His Nostril Is Terrible…
                                                                     Regan X

     -"Sitting in the dark?" A kind, quite handsome Phearson was to find her, was to draw remarkably close to her as these were above comprehension trials for them both. "Vince said you've been here all day," modeling the stunner he was into her, at fiddling in her long, sandy strands, as so to bath in her adorably tempting scent. "You want to talk about it? So how long were you two lovers? Excuse me, you and Vince?" An assured by these abrupt revelations Regan Central locked more than curious eyes with an in haste to abase himself Phearcson McPhearson. "Up until a year before I started receiving your letters, just before Rig this amazing article I read in the Paris Globe, that one written by an Apache Arrow Deburk, alias Alyn Tristian, One entitled ‘The Suicidal Confession.’ It was an amazing article Rig whereas Mr. Deburk is to compare homosexuals to blood farmers who perilously, monstrously and even murderously cultivate their gardens with this world's one blood supply instead of water. Thus diverting this single hemoglobin, at poisoning the world's blood harvest with a holocaust impenetrable, namely HIV-Aids. I tell you I was ready to pack and move all my, I can't Phearce put myself in, shhhhh I would never Rig put you in danger, never, ever, the test came back positive. Test?" Grave with an alarm sending his thoughts on like this roller, coaster ride of twist and turns at how Regan Central knew something he didn't. Indeed what test had he taken? When? Where? Even how and was deadly Aids this positive? "The pregnancy test," sweeping at creeping tears at pulling a few packed bag free was she obviously going somewhere, home perhaps as she'd been with him from her hospital release. "I'm pregnant with Henry's child, I'm so confused, I don't know, it's ok, we'll figure, how is it Phearce ok? I've been sitting here in this spot all day trying to figure this, wondering why I've been so greatly punished, it's not a punishment," did a tremendous after her with an infatuation indescribable Phearson come again into her inviting spoor, that stinging uncertainty. "Not Rig directly but that we're born into and are at limits with a prevailing calamity, hence Christ's Cross. I don't want to lose you, please tell me I’m, it's healing, I don't know Rig suddenly I heard a voice say, it's healing. How the nine months you're to carry this child will be a time of regeneration not just for us but all those involved. And once it's born we're to see something human, something wonderful come out of something horrible, something so inhuman. My grandmother Louise always told me we should treat trials and tribulations like storms that come and go so untimely. Storms she said can be very damaging even deadly but once Rig they're passed, these clouds of illusions, how nothing is the same. How we're to see a brighter day, see and comprehend Rig in ways at first eluding us entirely. I don't know, ah baby we can do this! "We?" Wrestling instead off, away angrily was she at better to cry, a back to him, after those specific get away bags. "What we? My made deranged proposed Phearce raped me, leaving me for dead and managed to slip up and kill his fool self, my god leaving me with these impossible remedies. He also killed you, killed us Rig, the devil's very aim, but like this unborn growing inside you we're both to metamorphose into this newness of life as all things are possible with the supreme. I know baby learning of this pregnancy just made things a little more difficult but what else is there to be done? You're going to kill it? That's still Regan Central growing inside you, Regan Central and a man you knew and loved, not the monster Rig, but Herenton Egan Lowd the man. I'll admit Phearce this conversation is not going at all like I thought, I know, you thought you would use my ex-homophile lifestyle, this pregnancy as reasons that we're to go our separate ways. Only Rig, I want what was promised me in the beginning, I want the cleavage, do you know how greatly I desire at having you? How I want to cleave to Regan Central, how I want her, just her and none other for all eternity cleaving to me. That's what we as husband and wife are to share behind closed doors, what billions have song and can't perform, even in that marriage bed Regan is to be phenomenally above and beyond this reality. I've not lost my dreams Regan," easing a comforting sigh of release, even an agreement of his warm breath into the back of her head, those smell good, feel good, silky soft strands. “They've only for a time been placed on hold, perhaps on faith, that door. I got to think, I've packed as you see and will be off to Celeste so I, I married you that night in the hospital, I made that vow to you Rig but most of all to the Supreme Host, I'm not only your husband but the father of that unborn. Why don't I Rig run you a soothing, hot bubble bath and we sleep on all of this, as to Rig digest it all and if you feel the same by morning I'll put you on a plane to Celeste myself, what say you? I say that sound so incredible, that my astonishing husband of the Juttah vows, is so astonishing, how can I refuse him? Good, a hot bath then, yes, and something to eat right, yes, right again, good, a hot soothing bath and dinner coming up." Why speak in parables? For they say the Lord seeth us not, the Lord is ascended from the earth, for it is written, though they have eyes, but they see not, ears they have but they hear not, their hearts are waxed grossed, as the stone gods they serve, so are they. Be aware as God, Himself, Apb, The RAM 

     Beware, AWAKE! Apb, The RAM, see, read more here, www.regancentral15.blogspot.com} Who Is This King Of Glory, This Son Of David, This Lord Of Host? (Jesus Christ), He Is This King Of Glory...see Psalm 24:10, www.thefourthofthegodhead15.blogspot.com