Finding the Time

I have license to kill in my mind.  I aim my pistol at the hypocrisy and lies of society and family.  My wit and wisdom is lost on others so I curl up in my chamber to laugh and to feel my pain.  I know that I am a telepathic pariah, but I will no longer live in the land of lost yesterdays.  Being back in the saddle here in my internet room is priceless and it brings me sanity as all around me are DRAGONFLY.  their wings flutter with the grand illusion and I sit weakened and fatigued by their constant jabs.

I have a life that is subtle, but I pick up the dropped pieces of paper with discrete clues on them.  I never should have been able to put together what is behind The Wizard's curtain.  I embrace the clicking of my mind as I open a summons to jury duty.  I must delay the action, for now, an appointment awaits.

I feel a little far away today and I plan a little beat beat beat to the Mall of America.  The faces of the nation are there and I welcome their mental intersection with me.  I am left to barely know the worldly work that I am doing.  I will entertain Twitter while these beings bounce around me.  I am aware that my telepathic deafness has left me defenseless and as the butt of every joke.

Dustin of Smokey Bones, deaf people are coming my way.  Please keep them at bay.  A swarm of witchcraft bees is what I see.  It can cause massive ripping to my system from strongly heaving vommitting.  Deaf community, you will know true deafness soon.  Do not overuse your telepathy.  Not hearing what witches say is a mercy.  Keep it that way or you will hear heinously humiliating voices.

I need people with mental health diagnoses to stay away from me.  You are not protectors, you are predators to me.  I have never been part of your community and I never will be.  You are all bitter, nasty liars and theifs.  My door is closed to every last one of you.

Dunlop, let's play "We Are the Champions" for our people and to support The Colts.  Peyton you need to throw Chris the ball more often.  Lieutenant back away.  It is his turn today.  Harrison, keep Kendra and her hubby out of Indy and the scene that is their.  Things just come out of her piehole way to easy.  She is a Satanist and Hank is a witch.  That would have you all cross dressing fairly soon after they land.  I did go to a party by Geist when I was there.  It's not all that.  Those homes will be left deserted soon so that we can win the Super Bowl whenever we want to.

I can feel the angels tugging at my sleeve.  I must commence to find the perfect pardon for the mystical joke that I am.  Peace.