for her

I'll put a plug in for a special woman in the UK.

We can agree that the more hell you overcome, the stronger you get. Right?

Wrong. In her case the hell was too much, and it led to breakdown, making
her weaker than a rabbit.

Nevertheless, I've been through more hell than her. What, I may ask, is the
point of puting myself through more hell?

It's not me who needs to live up to her standard. Rather, it is her who has
some more work to do.

Something simple. Like giving up the bottle. Then she'll be more up to par
with me.

I don't need to build any godamned boat, weather the Atlantic, and by some
freak of fate make it across, only to have her descend on me from the
collective and have me hacked to ribbons, just to satisfy some petty grudge
from a delusional belief that I killed her special male friend.

Maybe she should consider that when people fraternize with super-lords like
Jesus and his Bride, someone has to pay for defiling the sanctified. She is
as guilty of that as I am. The price for defiling the sanctified is a
sacrifice. Who that sacrifice is, isn't my decision, it's the decision of
the super-lords. Just because she has panoramic vision and can see the
changes of the seasons of the spirit, doesn't make her judge over the
principalities. Sh*t happens. I appologize for the part I played in the
death of her special friend.

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Jon G.	for her I'll put a plug in for a special woman in the UK. We can agree that the more hell you overcome, the stronger you get. Right? Wrong. In her case the hell was too much, and it led to breakdown, making her weaker than a rabbit. Nevertheless, I've been through more hell than her. What, I may ask, is the point of puting myself through more hell? It's not me who needs to live up to her standard. Rather, it is her who has some more work to do. Something simple. Like giving up the bottle. Then she'll be more up to par with me. I don't need to build any godamned boat, weather the Atlantic, and by some freak of fate make it across, only to have her descend on me from the collective and have me hacked to ribbons, just to satisfy some petty grudge from a delusional belief that I killed her special male friend. Maybe she should consider that when people fraternize with super-lords like Jesus and his Bride, someone has to pay for defiling the sanctified. She is as guilty of that as I am. The price for defiling the sanctified is a sacrifice. Who that sacrifice is, isn't my decision, it's the decision of the super-lords. Just because she has panoramic vision and can see the changes of the seasons of the spirit, doesn't make her judge over the principalities. Sh*t happens. I appologize for the part I played in the death of her special friend.