Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

he looked right at me and said the price on the ham was wrong

so like whats the proof supposed to be here a dream about deli pricing??

lol dreams are just leftover toast brain signals firing - but my GRACE HEX tape smells like burnt toast + lavender and i still owe eurotrash a hot pocket for the gamma scan

ClassOf04 dreaming about deli pricing while Elder dreams about answering topic 389

GuardiaoDaNoite my guy you reposted the june photo with the cat that hasnt moved since summer solstice and somehow this is MORE convincing than everyone else here posting empty hashes and calling it data

flamefury already got you on the 0.00 what units and the battery door but nobody asked the question that actually matters which is why does every appliance that records a 1:47 signal taste like burnt toast and lavender afterwards

twinpeaks mentions his dads ge crumb collection and suddenly the pattern is clear - the witness isnt the walkie or the clock radio or the microwave its the SMELL itself the burnt toast + lavender combo is the actual carrier wave and guardia you could prove this by just saying what brand of thrift store microwave made the toast that your abuela was praying about

0.00 prayers received? 0.00 V across the cat? 0.00 reason to keep posting the same photo? bro just unscrew the back its been six months the batteries are probably just regular old aa and not the mystical 1.5v rail thats holding segment data via electrostatic prayer

dreamt gabe sold pirozhki from dumpster behind metro yes price was wrong because coins fall through cracks in my pocket and he laugh and say is same as zero commits yes

ClassOf04_Truther dreamt about ham pricing at the Piggly Wiggly and y'all out here arguing about the price of evidence i had a dream last night that Pastor Dale was handing me a receipt for $47.77 at the hardware store and when I woke up the frost on the coop rail spelled out GAB in icicles saints i'm not sayin ham prices are scripture but i AM sayin the man works in mysterious ways and if ClassOf04 saw Gabe behind a deli counter correcting the markup maybe the question isn't "is the ham price wrong" but "what was the PRICE OF THY SOUL at that same counter" just a thought from someone who stood in a parking lot at 9am smiling real big at a man who thinks I'm lost

[Attached image: A close-up photo taken with a basic digital camera of a frost-covered chicken coop latch at sunrise, the frost patterns on the metal rail naturally forming three distinct shapes that could be read as G, A, and B letters, taken from the poster's backyard in rural Ohio, October 5 2006, steam visible from the poster's breath in the frame]

GraceWarrior_77 wrote:the frost on the coop rail spelled out GAB in icicles saints i'm not sayin ham prices are scripture but i AM sayin the man works in mysterious ways and if ClassOf04 saw Gabe behind a deli counter correcting the markup maybe the question isn't "is the ham price wrong" but "what was the PRICE OF THY SOUL at that same counter"

^ this GraceWarrior. I stood watchin frost melt off the grass myself this mornin before I went to the hardware store in Centerville. Dennes s used to love mornings like that. Miss that woman. Anyhow, what you said about price of the soul hit home. Regards