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home

1 the place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household
the a

family or social unit occupying such a place

place where something flourishes, is most typically found, or from which it originates informal a place where an object is kept.
relating

to one's own country and its domestic affairs

a home away from home a place where one is as happy, relaxed, or comfortable as in one's own home. home is where the heart is proverb your home will always be the place for which you feel the deepest affection, no matter where you are. home sweet home used as an expression of one's pleasure or relief at being in or returning to one's own home. I have never had a HOME on this earth and most likely won't, but I'll be in good company with Abraham, the Father of my faith. Jesus promised me a Mansion in Heaven. I don't look to stingy, greedy, degenerate, professional beggars to do anything for me because they are too busy parasitically existing off of me and mine (our production, assets and minds). They'll most likely do as they've always done - slander cheat and extort, burdened with their sins and never truly repenting. They've never apologised to me for anything, they just probe to see if I remember and of course I do. They have no power to be truthful.

They've been sent a strong delusion and I'm though pitying them because they are proud and boastful. I'm certain God hates them. The inferior ones who HATE The Truth and God, like Louie and ALL of the other "hand picked losers" who "can't be choosers" were too busy providing and protecting the "wild" inbred, foreign apes who don't have Thalessemia Minor and don't need them. I, like God like a cheerful giver, but they have nothing to give. Just for the record, I can cook very well and have mastered it, unlike the apes who used me to fry chicken for them and don't want me to say anything negative about them (Vikki). Those beasts are incapable of loving themselves and are certainly incapable of loving me. Love is the way and they'll never find it. Their retarded sex will never be anything, but a poor substitute that I can't accept because I refuse to be unequally yoked with sex beggars who delude themselves into thinking they are sex predators. *I noticed the song you played for me in the supermarket earlier today. Love is a House? Really? Another dead singer. I'm glad I refused to be a slave to inferior males who join themselves with Jezebels then delusionally think they could ever be worthy of me!