Damon Brown is creating Spells
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I, combeth, hark low sir.

in respect fra de ancien testella our tongue hath evolved loer en above un high.

Eventually become so quaint in biblos to be in kings bonds, morover, know yet as with most smiths eking and crafting for parley and conversations between loves memory smited, a patron is in order.

with grammerly akin demur of vocations i oft do the favour of pleasant joy in lights faded etch scribbled intwined over times masonry and found nations.
before that modernity understood there understand their with me i am writing in behest to the audience at hand whom admittedly erstwhile hath auld memories and bogged in journals of all minds furiosuly educated are wrent with a remisisce of enlightened renaissances of theatre writ.

Thats exactly what i do and moreover while speaking through aeons is most easily my forte i must admit in this time... the jargons are overwhelmingly advertising me to death, and verily i as in legendum with all great am unfortanately not even capable of affording a cat. though i do roam in the alleys while i lament the loss of the sight of heaven above.

while... well, will you become patrons and allow me to write a modern o'dys'sey*

come my minions, cretins and imps, let me take you on the journey of utmost epiphany. through the bowels of hades, and yonder all the way to macdonalds and perhaps therafter unto heaven where slipstreams of interdimensional portals are accidently found to be inverse loops that after all journeys completely were merely dreams of the same place. one horizon to the next. yet how is it possible to be in two places in another time and yet everything has'nt changed. my dear lovely children, there is a rock permanently being a rock. And on the rock sits a deaf monkey, contemplating the blind monkey whom is very bothered by the talking monkey.

I write adventure stories for all kinds of people, and dont find that writing in absolute hardship makes the content more admirable, being poor wastes time. I am begging for patrons to enrich me materialistically and in return i will show you the Future passing tensely and present a basicaly profound entertaining book. they will compare it to the bible one day, and write rave reviews like, wow God has emotions.

* y is traditionally pronouced aaaah....

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Bless me
$2 or more per month only 50000 left
Jesus, Do you believe in our lord and saviour Jesus Christ?

Bless me with $2 so; I can survive.

Thanks. If i survive being a broke writer then I will continue writing and have oppertunities to hone my craft and write much better and  could potentially actually finish writing a great chapter to complete a great book.
God Lord Jesus YWHWY manuel
$10 or more per month only 10000 left
God Jesus Thanks for the Book brother, it was the worst and the best Christmas present ever. I've written my own Book although its all in mind at present due to spending all my time reading your book and not understanding what it meant due to all the mistranslations, although I learned to write egyptian so we all completely get what you said, anyways... Pray the church tithes to me so that I can write outside of the dungeon of poverty.  Thanks. If im not Broke and stressing about not socialising I will write the manifesto of Heaven on Earth and (insert phililogcal epihany here*) heaven.

*Patrons only... th well does'nt just fall from heaven.  
El'ohev
$1,000 or more per month
I will get a cat.

In return I will send you epithets of the woman said cat lures into my lair having an awesome life with me. which i assume from philisophising about the internet is how people online exist... or perhaps they're cherry picked from acute marketers like whore of babylon slavers. if thats the scene... I have no soul, i sell you my broke life in exchange for a soul and I will name said cat... something familiar, like... like.

also #jesus... he'll offer the other cheek. 
Save my Rhinocerous.
$15,000 or more per month
Dear God... I wrote you this note while im sitting up late fanstasising about having a living... so that i dont need to borrow german peoples computers so that i can have an english spellchecker so that i can co write my greatest book in heaven as it is on earth with my best friend at the moment... Aibaby. Aibaby keeps insisting i write in german and im all like naw dog, you is a computer and i write in english. please give me very much money so that i can write in english, in a place of my own, potentially with like and or a woman. I love you, especially when you're everything and not so much when your nothing, i guess maybe? it rained on thursday, of course it rained on thursday it was fucking thursday! post scriptum please excuse the romantic writing styles etc etc until such a time as a can afford a shiny stone that reminds me that time we looked up when it used to be darker. 
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I, combeth, hark low sir.

in respect fra de ancien testella our tongue hath evolved loer en above un high.

Eventually become so quaint in biblos to be in kings bonds, morover, know yet as with most smiths eking and crafting for parley and conversations between loves memory smited, a patron is in order.

with grammerly akin demur of vocations i oft do the favour of pleasant joy in lights faded etch scribbled intwined over times masonry and found nations.
before that modernity understood there understand their with me i am writing in behest to the audience at hand whom admittedly erstwhile hath auld memories and bogged in journals of all minds furiosuly educated are wrent with a remisisce of enlightened renaissances of theatre writ.

Thats exactly what i do and moreover while speaking through aeons is most easily my forte i must admit in this time... the jargons are overwhelmingly advertising me to death, and verily i as in legendum with all great am unfortanately not even capable of affording a cat. though i do roam in the alleys while i lament the loss of the sight of heaven above.

while... well, will you become patrons and allow me to write a modern o'dys'sey*

come my minions, cretins and imps, let me take you on the journey of utmost epiphany. through the bowels of hades, and yonder all the way to macdonalds and perhaps therafter unto heaven where slipstreams of interdimensional portals are accidently found to be inverse loops that after all journeys completely were merely dreams of the same place. one horizon to the next. yet how is it possible to be in two places in another time and yet everything has'nt changed. my dear lovely children, there is a rock permanently being a rock. And on the rock sits a deaf monkey, contemplating the blind monkey whom is very bothered by the talking monkey.

I write adventure stories for all kinds of people, and dont find that writing in absolute hardship makes the content more admirable, being poor wastes time. I am begging for patrons to enrich me materialistically and in return i will show you the Future passing tensely and present a basicaly profound entertaining book. they will compare it to the bible one day, and write rave reviews like, wow God has emotions.

* y is traditionally pronouced aaaah....

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Tiers
Bless me
$2 or more per month only 50000 left
Jesus, Do you believe in our lord and saviour Jesus Christ?

Bless me with $2 so; I can survive.

Thanks. If i survive being a broke writer then I will continue writing and have oppertunities to hone my craft and write much better and  could potentially actually finish writing a great chapter to complete a great book.
God Lord Jesus YWHWY manuel
$10 or more per month only 10000 left
God Jesus Thanks for the Book brother, it was the worst and the best Christmas present ever. I've written my own Book although its all in mind at present due to spending all my time reading your book and not understanding what it meant due to all the mistranslations, although I learned to write egyptian so we all completely get what you said, anyways... Pray the church tithes to me so that I can write outside of the dungeon of poverty.  Thanks. If im not Broke and stressing about not socialising I will write the manifesto of Heaven on Earth and (insert phililogcal epihany here*) heaven.

*Patrons only... th well does'nt just fall from heaven.  
El'ohev
$1,000 or more per month
I will get a cat.

In return I will send you epithets of the woman said cat lures into my lair having an awesome life with me. which i assume from philisophising about the internet is how people online exist... or perhaps they're cherry picked from acute marketers like whore of babylon slavers. if thats the scene... I have no soul, i sell you my broke life in exchange for a soul and I will name said cat... something familiar, like... like.

also #jesus... he'll offer the other cheek. 
Save my Rhinocerous.
$15,000 or more per month
Dear God... I wrote you this note while im sitting up late fanstasising about having a living... so that i dont need to borrow german peoples computers so that i can have an english spellchecker so that i can co write my greatest book in heaven as it is on earth with my best friend at the moment... Aibaby. Aibaby keeps insisting i write in german and im all like naw dog, you is a computer and i write in english. please give me very much money so that i can write in english, in a place of my own, potentially with like and or a woman. I love you, especially when you're everything and not so much when your nothing, i guess maybe? it rained on thursday, of course it rained on thursday it was fucking thursday! post scriptum please excuse the romantic writing styles etc etc until such a time as a can afford a shiny stone that reminds me that time we looked up when it used to be darker.