so lately i have been thinking a lot of things. i think about my ancestors and what their true lives were like. i know for certain that my grandfather broke Freemason law when he divorced his wife and married his mistress. i imagine he thought he was above such laws since he was the boy with the golden peach. but he paid for all this with his life, something i think i understand today as being something like he gave his life for his wife, his first wife, the one he loved, my grandmother. she was likely smarter than my papa, she was, after all, valedictorian of the small community school they came from. she was onto his freemason tricks like white on rice. he couldnt fool her and she demanded answers he was banned from giving. she got angry and violent, knowing she was being duped. she had cause. good cause. like i feel i do when i do decide to get violent. men need smaking around anyhow. it does them good. like in that 70s show. so, almost out of respect, my grandfather made my grandmother one of the first divorced women in the county. another woman in her position drove herself to her husband's work and killer herself outisde in the parking lot. my mother always said she was worried her mother might do the same. but now i see it as a kindness, one my grandfather likely died for. its all so much and i have so little to go on. i do think wayne, the bastard, literally, grew up in a horrid environs. it seems like he was the son of a whore who was made to live under the rule of the wife of his father and their legitimate son, james. it must have been torture to wayne to always and forever be second best, second oldest. i mean, they have different hairlines which goes thru the mother, right? am i getting this right? in some ways i feel for wayne, bastard offspring of an ancient freemason line. what is it anyhow? what does it mean that my name is Mason? i feel like a sort of portrait of dorian gray, like i am the queens personal voodoo doll, her very own mirror that soaks up all her nasty. is this it? is this truth? because as much as i suspect, i dont really know. i dont rly know who i am, what my blood means, what my family is responsible for. I can't truly know until that bitch wayne is behind bars and i can visit him whenever i want and ask him about how my grandfather died, about how he lived with himself killing all those women, fucking with demons, drinkin baby smoothies. i just want to ask that sick fuck some fucking questions when my cunt mother is not around. and anne,, oh anne. you are the biggest betrayl of all. all of women, millions of them, you have forsaken for money, material goods! you let them all die because you were weak and scared and wayne said do it. so you did and then you lived wiht it and kept on and you sick fucking cunt how could you??? how could you hold yourself seperate from them when they are us!!! they have boos and vaginas and dont like it when men rape them just as much as if you wouldnt like being raped yourself. but of course, you've probably had many trains run on you with wayne and his faggot pals who just use you and your sex and save the emotional sex for each other. it makes me sick. and fucking royal family fuck wits, un soaring on the wind, alien fuck shits. get the fuck off my planet and out of those human bodies you sick twisted shitheads. a mated mother, son, alien, demon evil fucking bed of shame you two competitive twats are. i konw you compete with each other to see who can slice open the most throats or who can be the most sadistic and shove knives in ppls butts. its just wrong and sick and it has to stop. i am so sick of your assholes fucking with all my people and oh my god im going to use the rune:

In this fateful hour,

I place all Heaven with its power,

And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the wind with its swiftness along its path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the Earth with its starkness
All these I place
By God's almighty help and grace

Between myself and the powers of darkness!

let there be light for all those women. let them be found and restored and returned to their lives!!! i have worked hard and long to pay for the sin of my grandfather and i think i finally met a couple who is truly a sex slave/military man combo. they rly love each other and have for twenty five years. im going to learn to make magic quilts and theres not much i can imagine you lot might do to stop me. also, jk rowling, i love you so much. i love hp and all you new stuff and i read your bio up till when harry got so famous. i think it was rly brave of you to raid your daughter alone and to always believe in yourself. i can see that the magic i last did in britan helped you win against daily mail or something... so yay!!! love you girl, for real. i imagine you know me since i feel you write about me...xoox