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Why you? Why do you & me equal three?

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  The world is full of beautiful things. Yet there is you, and there is me. What are we, and could I be three? Am I a thought? Are we in a Dream? or a place of make-believe? Is this a simulation? Why do I need it? I be me?            All I know is that there was you, and then there was me. I remember Him, Yet how could we be? First, there was Him, and then there was we. Soon, there was her and then all three—a triangle of misconception after the conception of the cause of realizing to him only to realize me. I realized that there was she. Momma, who art thou? Is reality because I think it is? Am I the eye of a needle, a thought, a concept of possibilities, a belief, a reflection, a theme, a song, a play, a way a day, or eight days a week? Are we the make-up of meat? Why dream or scheme and assimilate into higher states or reasons to believe? What am I to believe? Are we solid or water in a bag of skin that thinks conceives and directs something like a song by the wind or a crybaby in wet pants? How can an Idea change the world? What causes belief and need? Why are we? How could we be? Would you help us, please? Are we the wheel inside the wheel inside the wheel? Can I find what it is I am looking for? Why do I see the moon if the sun shines on a rock? Which way do I go? Do  I go with You...  Are there rails along the road to keep us in Or out of something else that may be the best place? Are we stimulated to assimilate into some core concept a higher Ideal or larger self? How Can I live if I have to die? Can I speak and not cry? Can I hold your hand? Can I live or pretend? Am I whole or a Soul? Am I the Trinity like him? There is me, you, and everyone else, and yet I feel like a sham. Shall the toe become the master plan? <eading the foot and the body follows, and I decide what is real or just stuff or fluff a simulation of a deducted play or strategy. Is life's purpose to die a happy man? As I believe so, shall it be? Have I the right to demand? God said I see the light. Not let there be light. God created a Man in his image. Are these the three parts of man and humanity? The heart, the soul, and the mind? With a body through in for good measure? Is God all three? Does God have a body, a hand, a foot, and a hat rake? Does God play God, or is he God? Is a man a man or a woman without a plan? Can a Body say it is free while imprisoned on a planet or a land? What are we escaping from, too? A toenail will die without a toe. What is the plan, humanity? There is no matrix, but there are ideals of interactive make-believe that God is a Man. I have a dream. I need a plan. With your help, we can change how we live in the promised land. Please remember that even the silliest ideas can sometimes lead to breakthroughs and innovations. So, don't be afraid to think outside the box and explore unconventional possibilities. Who knows, your next "silly" idea could be the one that changes everything! So, embrace your creativity and take risks because sometimes unexpected ideas yield the most outstanding results. During the writing process, Grammarly generated responses to the following AI prompts:

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  The world is full of beautiful things. Yet there is you, and there is me. What are we, and could I be three? Am I a thought? Are we in a Dream? or a place of make-believe? Is this a simulation? Why do I need it? I be me?            All I know is that there was you, and then there was me. I remember Him, Yet how could we be? First, there was Him, and then there was we. Soon, there was her and then all three—a triangle of misconception after the conception of the cause of realizing to him only to realize me. I realized that there was she. Momma, who art thou? Is reality because I think it is? Am I the eye of a needle, a thought, a concept of possibilities, a belief, a reflection, a theme, a song, a play, a way a day, or eight days a week? Are we the make-up of meat? Why dream or scheme and assimilate into higher states or reasons to believe? What am I to believe? Are we solid or water in a bag of skin that thinks conceives and directs something like a song by the wind or a crybaby in wet pants? How can an Idea change the world? What causes belief and need? Why are we? How could we be? Would you help us, please? Are we the wheel inside the wheel inside the wheel? Can I find what it is I am looking for? Why do I see the moon if the sun shines on a rock? Which way do I go? Do  I go with You...  Are there rails along the road to keep us in Or out of something else that may be the best place? Are we stimulated to assimilate into some core concept a higher Ideal or larger self? How Can I live if I have to die? Can I speak and not cry? Can I hold your hand? Can I live or pretend? Am I whole or a Soul? Am I the Trinity like him? There is me, you, and everyone else, and yet I feel like a sham. Shall the toe become the master plan? <eading the foot and the body follows, and I decide what is real or just stuff or fluff a simulation of a deducted play or strategy. Is life's purpose to die a happy man? As I believe so, shall it be? Have I the right to demand? God said I see the light. Not let there be light. God created a Man in his image. Are these the three parts of man and humanity? The heart, the soul, and the mind? With a body through in for good measure? Is God all three? Does God have a body, a hand, a foot, and a hat rake? Does God play God, or is he God? Is a man a man or a woman without a plan? Can a Body say it is free while imprisoned on a planet or a land? What are we escaping from, too? A toenail will die without a toe. What is the plan, humanity? There is no matrix, but there are ideals of interactive make-believe that God is a Man. I have a dream. I need a plan. With your help, we can change how we live in the promised land. Please remember that even the silliest ideas can sometimes lead to breakthroughs and innovations. So, don't be afraid to think outside the box and explore unconventional possibilities. Who knows, your next "silly" idea could be the one that changes everything! So, embrace your creativity and take risks because sometimes unexpected ideas yield the most outstanding results. During the writing process, Grammarly generated responses to the following AI prompts:
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We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. This deceptions is real. That distrust of the citizen started within the Republicans party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat in order to forgive itself. The lying and abuse by secrecy of those that think they are better than most is wrong and very misleading. The Public Unity Party is the new way to become whole once again as a nation and world leader. Secrecy is death sentence to creating. Vote no contest for Both parties. Donnie Harold Harris Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of co-existence and subtilty. The public party of Indiana is a Political Party; "I," Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change because of pain from others delivered by hate. hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach and brain connection, where emotional memories are stored. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/1953 @ 6:33 A.M. on Saturday morning. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after My brother, Who disappeared before I was born 3 minutes later, @ 6:33 A.M. August 1st, 1953. My Mom told me, the last time I talked to her before she passed away that she had to yell at the Delivery team several times, during that three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' life. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born (Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome). Need a blood transfusion and incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. Not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being, Who was my guardian god, when the middle or third soul shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. We have been twins any of those times. After several months of wondering what I had done to him, I was finally reunited, I went to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. My mom wondered why a teenage boy would hound her to baby sit, so she watched him to no avail. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I have been circumcised against my knowing approval. I carry those scars to this day. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 with ten years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would go to 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time there we turned twelve was in the Marion county children's home. Donnie Harold Harris and Lonnie Darrel Harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friends and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united these two Two into a Unity. One that is for the most in number for any given thing. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. Now new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. The children are the new target of those trying to control our future. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything in our minds or made up in any way. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is our greater freedom as a human. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion of spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state country or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, Welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God I know as Dad that might help our transition to our home planet bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 A.M., As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris born @ 6:30 AM. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African American Lady that gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the later campus of Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. The training Doctors of Doctors are the best there are at that time. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I was purposely sent here for a mission from My Dad a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time for expression. I went to twenty-one grade schools, One junior high and Two High Schools, and four Universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torchering's and beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hate of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston An Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changing my life's course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I believed I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later Marry me, my Catholic wife. Father Morley Who introduced (trafficked) me to his brother Bud Morley. One Priest took me and my twin to me to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was Captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him into the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that police protected children was put to the test. The rapist soldier threatened to murder my whole family with a hunting knife if I did not drop the charges. Telling the sheriff of this recent confrontation handling my case suggested I did that. So I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a like charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergies, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Where every John, was a movie producer or film director. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969 for child sex, i was only fifteen at that time. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indianapolis. to Malibu Beach- Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up fifteen years old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel's voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him down. Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I had dreamed of becoming a scientist since a child to now. I never considered anything else. I was a long haired, run-a-way 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine a sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at pandora's box at sunset. twice Like Rock Hudson I turned him down. This was two week before the Tate/ other murders in Hollywood, Ca.. We had Villa street and Indianapolis and the children's home there in common. I did not know how I would get back to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy request. Young girls were a dime a dozen on Hollywood boulevard at that time. Life moved on. I watched the moon landing on a white nine inch black and white T.V. in a front window of a pawn shop on Hollywood boulevard. I watched as the Astronaut said that one small step for mankind; and such. Then i flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before i was 16.