DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER, POPPA, I KNOW YOU HEAR ME, LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID AGAIN, INK AND A CIGARETTE INSTEAD OF – TALKING, TALKING TO YOU, TALKING TO ME! ANOTHER DAY OF MORTIFIED STARING AT BODY PARTS AND MY PERIMETER ALERT OF – WE ABD NO ONE DOES THAT GROSS PERVERSION STUFF – UCK! ICK! SICK! TOO BAD FOR WORDS! WHO WROTE CHRONICLES GOD, ITS SO FAR AWAY, ITS NOT EXODUS AT ALL, OR NUMBERS, OR ANYWHERE AROUND MOSES, WHO’S THERE?! 1 CHRONICLES 29:12 RICHES AND HONOUR COME FROM YOU ALONE, AND YOU ARE THE RULER OF ALL MANKIND; YOUR HAND CONTROLS POWER AND MIGHT, AND IT IS AT YOUR DISCRETION THAT MEN ARE MADE GREAT AND GIVEN STRENGTH. ;($! ,