Trump Assassination Hoax--Pause

My garden is my escape. My escape from my research—evil, deception, and the intentional genocide of humanity. I’ve been writing on it since Feb 29, 2020.

My garden is my creation over the last 15 years. I might stand before an all knowing being after I die who might  ask me what I did in this lifetime.  I’ll say, “I tried to stop a genocide as best I could, and I grew a garden to escape.”

We are living in the greatest time in human history.

I took a few pictures in the garden and a massive summer thunderstorm rolled in. I recorded it.

Please start the audio and tour my garden. I hope you can make it to the end of the audio; strong finish. It seems like a lot won’t make it to the end.

I named my garden Ghost Gardens.

My garden glory. She’s 14’ tall and dead ass straight. I’ve never grown a Sunflower plant as amazing as her. I go to her every morning with my arms opened wide and tell her, “You’re amazing.”

We finish up at my bar. Many nights I stand here and drink alone, (I added a light), but I’m not alone.

Cheers. I’ll be back with another post on our Trump assasination hoaxsters tomorrow morning.

Peace

Song streaming in Ghost Gardens during storm.