Last night I went on a nice walk over to the mountain, I held my catholic merch with me, a Rosario. I was hoping for something to happen, that my prayers would glitch the matrix, but everything was peaceful, no ruckus, no nothing.
I headed back home with disbelief, what did I do wrong? Do I need to get higher up the mountain, I can't the guards might see me, I can't metal gear my way into this one with regular looking clothes, my camo index is crap.
And then my dream happened, she was there, I felt her warmth, she waits for me, the woman of my castle awaits my return, but she denies my chariot. Probably because it's not the most discreet way.
I will find another way my dear, I'm trying to remember everything, as usual.
Only my woman and me can understand this jibberish.
Christ is king.
