Sunshine Divine

A stallion calls to me,
His silky black coat is purity.
His mane flies in the fall wind.
Under his bridle he is pinned.
On my foot I feel his girth.
His eyes paralyze and I feel my wirth.
Love is in my heart.
It is time for a new brilliant start.

A Loving Heart

I squint to see the reality.
Your thoughts shame and destroy me.
Drippings of deceit dress this Thanksgiving turkey.
The darkness of evil cloaks your thoughts of me.
You grab my body and begin to feed.
I am a baby who has no greed.
You are in my vicinity real.
Blood lust of a nation gives you a Nazi feel.
Spike to your heart makes you intrepid.
Your fangs protrude and I am consumed.

As I Walked Along

I journeyed down the lane and I ran into a Mormon Quartet.  We spoke for about 10 minutes and I agreed to go to their church on Sunday.  Behind their eyes were the common lies.  I communicated an openness, tinged with a bit of apprehension.  I shook all of their hands politely as I said goodbye.

A blurry storm hit me about a block later.  It was the acidic soul nature of fundamentalist thought and practice.  I was tortured as a child at the Union Gospel Mission in St. Paul.  All I see is satanism there now. 

I have been singled out for abuse my whole life.  I never asked, "Why me?"  I just put one foot in front of the other and functioned with a bunker of defenses in my head.  I so should be dead, but I just stop breathing and concentrate on the day.  My daily pain is great.  The lies around me should have put me in a tomb.  The lack of appropriate boundaries of others leaves me dealing with threat of heinous med change, of worse hospitalization.  I believe that all people who are involved will be punished to infinity.  I am the beyond.

Get away is how I feel today.  I just move with the wind and judge all religions passe.

Warlockery To Be

The atmosphere is dusty and terrifying possibilities are in the air.  Objects and beings will be where they ought not form realistically.

I try to sleep.  The blinds flap in front of my fan.  The flapping gets almost angry so I turn on the TV.  CNN and FOX NEWS roll in front of me as I try to sleep.  Darkness moves in the back of the screen.

It is difficult day to day to endure the thunder in the middle of the dessert.  My voice has grown silent and I sit staring into space.

Cops are hypervigilant in energy in my dreams and in the blackness.  They are not friend or fo.  They are a force that needs to be guelded telepathically.  I call on Tony Thornberg to make their guns disappear.  The NRA will soon go away, but latino will be gentlely placed back in Mexico City.  It is dirty there.  They must make it clean.

The caribou will migrate south to Winnepeg and then to Albert Lea.  They will restore the arctic air currents in this land of disease.  Ability ability ability they will be action in the face of strange.

I saw the moth appear last night.  Awareness is what I see.  There is new nobility rising.

Waikiki Walabee

I see the tree.  The tree is me.  I drop my coconuts at exactly 9 central time.  I was wee and the ships were almighty.  They loomed over me like the promise of candy.  It is my humahumanukanuka apuaa that comforts me.  There is the plane of the insane so I stay in the Navy kennels with the doggies.  They would lick my sweet petite feet and then days later they would see me as a meal.

I could always feel for real.  Women on base and luaa lovelies would breast feed me every day.  King Komeaamaa would visit me in my dreams.  He liked to surf actually.  He invented the sport for me.  I was gravity, thus immense density.  He thought it would heal my back pain.  With abuse, they were all insane.  My brother was rapid in all vicinities.  I hate poi was my first sentance.  Purple should be a flower, not a goo food.

I learn more about my history every day.  I wore a moo moo for a year when we returned to the mainland (MN).  I did not grow an inch in that time.  I was different and I constantly adjusted for their Stalinian ways.  Hypocrisy and abuse was every day.  In MN I lost my telepathy.  They beat me telepathically to get it back, then there was the bull snake attack.

I have never thought of myself as special.  I thought that I was evil and needed to be destroyed.  You all are part of that and you continue to be Mr. Hyde claiming you are Dr. Jekyl.  I just rest in the knowing that Shaw is now watching over me.  He looks at my finances today and finds rage to punish and destroy all of you.  This volcano is about to blow, actually.

Hide Inside

Other's jealousy is my enemy.  I never have received praise properly.  It has not been strange to me until recently.  I just read a poem to a person and she just changed the subject.  I know the attack, I move on and don't hit back.  I think this makes people crazy. 

I feel like I can't write, because others start to bite.  You all are about to not know the to and fro.  I know what I do and what I say, but you may not today.  The silver lining doesn't exist today.  I know to cocoon my comments, but I do start to object.  I stop the flow and know there is no place to go.

I want to rip myself away and create something amazing to me.  I need to trust that a time table does exist and I will be emancipated with a kiss.

Deja Vu

I have never actually had deja vu.  That is probably why I was so shocked when I had the Reggie Wayne death dream.  If it happened all the time I probably would not have approached his table on that fateful day at Smokey Bones.  He was not my guest and so I know that that is extremely rude.

I had a nightmare last night about some of these whores from The Living Room.  My aquaintance Ian was in the dream also.  I ended up chaising the women away with bike police.  Ian must have a dream ability.

I am now staying fairly realistic about people who have been around me.  I know they all had heinous level of ability, but all they longed for was to harm and torture me.  My main ability is healing myself and others.  I stay alive and in one piece so that I can face the possibility of a world or community without evil.

Is your power really power or is it an infection.  You all see things you aren't supposed to.  You have no boundaries, and you all say abusive things about me, my experience, and my life.  Grover, I know you were telling the truth, but you had your own motives.  It taught you that it takes way more than that to make me cry.

Ian, I give you permission to write about me, but please do not use it to abuse me.  You are the only individual that I have given this rite to.  See the positive in the dreary.  Find the comedy.  You could see what I could not see.  Include all of it.  Tell really how unholy cruel Trish, Shelley, and Colleen are.  They will serve time soon enough.  Don't get marred in the negative.  Use your stroking of the keys to become rightious and divine.  In the erotic, find a flower.   On the street find your sword.  You are a knight when you do it right.  Use your imagery to produce Camelot for me.  It is that simple to be good.  My name, Jennifer, is based in the name Guenivere.  Stay away from anyone who has had sex with me.  They will affect your imagery.  New fairytle shows have massive amounts of satanic embedded imagery.  They may hurt you actually.

Ian, I wish you well.  I really want you to have hope for this world, but a time of destruction is coming.  Hold the cards close to your vest.  Know when to walk away.  Things may be a little D&D today.  If you are prone to tell stories, then walk away.

My motto for the day is if you are about to betray, pick up your sword and walk away

Hawk

Your wings spread the widest wide.
Your spirit yearns to come inside.
Cries fill the air.
There is sonar there.
Landing on a light,
You start to see my heart emanating light.
Be with me as I move along.
You internal duty really strong.
We are bound by a sense of loving knowing.
We will stand firm as our affection keeps growing.

Past Realities Peaking Through

My dreams are fairly torturous lately.  I can barely write today.  From the scemes of others I work to emancipate myself and find my dreams. 

I am tethered to a tree and I must fight to know me.  I am not only just what you see.  I am weary, but I have tenacity.  Words, at times, escape me.  Writing helps me feel my divinity.  I work like a burn victim every day doing my exercises so I can see.

Anderson Cooper jive jive jive, ring, ring, ring.  I erased what I wrote to you, it's not the right time and I don't think you are the right guy.

Finding Meaning

I am feeling so very exhausted today.  I move through energetic attacks and see the source of the suffering.  I am a little flat at this time.  I work hard to stay even so that the scientific and philosophical can flow through.

You all are not friends to me, but I am stuck here and I make many things clear.  There is an endpoint to human achievement.  Past that, it is stolen abilities that you all display.  The earth is moving differently today and your thoughts may blur.  You all are no more smart than a chimpanzee.  Let the monkey play with me.  Susie is an awful name.  Michael Jackson was to blame.  He entertained little boys, but touched monkees in a bad way.  That is my scientology thought for the day.

Bark bark at the Caribou.  Lily you know what to do.  Buck not a doe.  It is different for me you know.  State Patrol use your gun, do not sit back and watch just for fun.

I am sweet, but not petite.  I walk away every day and I always have.  I have no friends on this planet.  I move as an eratic moon around the sun.  I am the only one.

McDonald's Malaise

I sit here quietly and I fight the trend to do and produce warlockery.  Witchcraft produces all types of imagery.  Warlockery is trying to generate actual horrific realities.  It is the energy of witchcraft on a being that fuels the acts of warlockery.  I absorb the dark particle matter so that disease of mind and heart is not manifested.  This type of work is exhausting and I must fight the negativity and remain in the game.

I have been fighting for corporate survival politically and in backing them economically.  Today something has burst and Moumar has set me free.  McDonald's should be free for anybody who can stomache the food and the environment.  People who work here are part of a communist regime against me, thus can work for free as long as their housing and car are taken care of.  I guess I am just the little piggy from Animal Farm.  Corporate heads will probably just end up dead.  Ray Crock will probably be glad to help from the other side.  He is a Shriner who is extremely racist and will love to show his heinous "old man" abilities.  He knows that I always wore my McDonald's uniform properly.  I always labeled myself with a proper name tag.  Uptown McDonald's no longer does so.

People need to just stand back and let me work.  If you can't be friendly and accurate, don't serve me. 

Herman Cain is Burger King for eternity.  You will donn the current uniform and take orders soon enough.  You will get to feel what it was like for me at only the age of 15.  I will not speak about employment as you all lie about your telepathy and abilities.   Your story telling is telepathic, for now, and I fight to keep it that way.  Uncle Tom is real.  You are that entity.  If you fight that reality, you create an enemy in both black and white societies.  Lying about the past and slavery must cease.  Your community will begin to have heinous disease if they say poor me poor me.  People do have a hatred of black, including blacks themselves.  If all of you defame me, you will all be history pretty quickly.  Why don't you stand up and say you are hateful to me and begin to point out white male hypocrisy toward me.  It will gain you points in the latino community.

Show Me the Money

I stopped by an Edina TCF today.  The whole building was fairly silent.  I did my business quickly and moved me along my way.  TCF, please keep my account closed to foreign bodies.  This is anyone who does not have a warrant or signed consent form.  If they have that form, make sure that it is my signature.  If they creep you out, just call the Edina Police Department.

I picked up my medications from Walgreens.  There was no copay.  I was grateful.

I am moving with such fatigue.  It is so not funny.  I feel like the realms are containing an oscillating wrip which is maintained by the pliable quality of time around me.  Evil is starting to leak into the TV, and media personalities are getting hostile.  This black smokey diease began to seap into Indy from the TV showing the body of Saddam Hussein.  I could not watch.  I walked away.  This evil is related to the feet of males and is attributed to Sheeite Witchcraft.

Everyone needs to start to choose a side.  If you are against me you are witchcraft and always will be.  You will be transgendered mystically.  After a time comes impotency.  It becomes physically painful in this new body form.  FBI, that is all of you.  You made your decision about me in Indy.  The most powerful male witch in the world is Gov. Mitch Daniels.  I think we should just give him to the women of the Middle East.  We can start him in Mecca with no shoes on.  They will take it from there.

Tim Pence is actually Amerasian Witchcraft and he met Carrissa Hong in Muncie when I was there.  I never met Tim personally.  He got into "scenes" in The Middle East because of me.  The times on his schedules are wrong, but the locations are correct.  Maybe the joint chiefs of staff should have a "sit down" with him ASAP.  He has been getting a little too friendly with Ron Paul.  Treason is the reason I write this today.  Character assasination is the torture technique I would employ with these gentlemen.  Keep Mitch in Indy before they become "coventry."

Idling I sit postmeal.
I try to keep things simple as forces start to rush me.
Finding the serentiny to deconstruct is my military mantra.
I pull it all through and I know what to do.
Abilities are our way to say we are an entity.
You all adjust, but you move away.
I will get into position as you all continue to play.

Little Bits of Bones

I have died to infinity.  There are pieces of me in walls and in sculptures.  Hey King Komaiamaia, you look great.  I am the one who you all hate.  I have now turned away from all of you every day.  This is the plan.  I simply created a man.  He is my Afganistan.  He becomes more complete every day.  Finlayson is history to me.  I also give away Marine on St. Croix.  I have ben around death so much you'd think I was a boy.

I just keep going every day, and find creative ways to say I am no longer going to be your whipping post.  My mind is set, but so is all of yours.  Predation on a soul this complete will be answered with reprocussions.  You way use wiley means, but all people can see what that means.  Recordings are being made every day.  Be careful what you, as an entity, say.

Writing today is a bit difficult.  I will just say that Herman Cain terrifies me.  He was in a waking nightmare the other day.  I was barely able to sleep at all.  Stay away from me with your made up little stories.  Your violence is beyond that of Hitler.  You need to be taken out very publically by your own community.  Why don't you ask him if he has ever been to Muncie.  See what happens when he says my full name verbally in public.

The stream trickles down the hill to reach the river.
My grandfather's soul picks up a clam to skip.
I know not the inormity of his acts, but I trust that he does.
My family keeps things in the river.
I am always in the canoe.
Knowings drip with red lights and bloody dreams.
I score a point today knowing what not to say.

Close My Eyes

I was trying to sleep and I shook awake.  This is my spiritual shock collar.  This is hard business.  I am here.  This activity started in Muncie.  Tonight the call asked for me to write.

David Letterman is in the background and my thoughts are not to be shared.  My angel Shaw listens to my worry.

I went to McDonalds and Burger King today.  I also hit the library and checked out a castle dvd.

Hawaii 5O was   a bit of a wash tonight.

I need to just turn everything off right now.  Good luck to all of you.

Uptown Davanni's

I got myself to AA and now I sit post-meal trying to pull through my imaginal mind.  It is one of those days that I don't know what to say.

AA was a whole squadron attacking me.  When I left I could barely see and barely walk.  They all sit so self satisfied knowing their abilities pummeled me.  I probably wouldn't even be writing this if I hadn't left 15 minutes early.  I have to just numb myself and move forward.  I have to just BELIEVE that one day I will be both immune and protected from those who get off on harming me.

Last night I had to get downstairs for a while after I went to sleep.  This has been happening for about a week.  I shock awake and keep starling until I do so.  About an hour after that, one of my roommates went into the hall and then stood outside my door for about 30 seconds.  I heard her creeking the floor.  She did not use the bathroom.  It terrified me so bad.  I feel intense hostility from the three of them.  I am starting to fear that they may become psychotic and violent to me.  I just put this out there to pray for protection from somewhere.  I never exaggerate.  Lunacy, like in Muncie YWCA, is quite a possibility.  It took like 5 Muncie Police to get me out of there when they all went after me.  It happened in the Marion County Jail as well.  It happened at Pathways in Anderson as well.  Women are more violent than men, actually.  They just do most of it telepathically.  This is a disease.  They are rabid beasts who need to be destroyed.  Just know, in vicinity they can hear your telepathy.  If they verbalize this to police (an officer's telepathy), they need to be shot on the spot.

Just know that I have been there.  The grand plan has given lifetimes of chances to women.  They have proven around me that they can't be trusted personally or professional.  I am female, but my anatomy is different from anyone on earth.  I am not like these diseased entities.  Let's win this battle together.

In the mean time I will fight with printed words and be peaceful around all persons in my vicinity.

Some Time at McD University

I sit in a booth at a Bloomington McDonald's.  I contemplate the aggression that is coming my way.  My Chung Moo heart tells me to continue moving, changing my environment and the people in it, and create.  I have a lot on my plate and I am ready for the forces to merge and change.  The knowings that you all cling to will soon be dispersed into different planes of existance.  Extra Terrestrial is me.  This weblog is about staying off of TV.  I want to maintain my personality and strengths and not begin to speak fluent actual KLINGON.

My seat here mingles with the atmosphere of males with mental disabilities.  The big secret is that they are highly abilitied and of normal intelligence telepathically.  Women actually fake it better so will test lower.  Ladies, begin your imagery with me and find the possibility of infinity in kind mind my direction.

Witches will be evil schitzophrenic soon.  Satanists will appear retarded. Drooling is in the future for these luciferlicious ones.  Satanists will also begin to display mania, thus be psychotic bipolars.  Leave your ritualism at the door.  My land will teach scientific-spiritual ability without deceit or malice toward me.

Actual schitzophrenics will begin to normalize and keep their kingdom in their head.  In this kingdom they will be male satanists and female warlockery.  All of this will be the use of new abilities and will not require medication.  Ritalin is a no no for all who wish to dream, and who wish to achieve.

Tunnel through will exist for those close to me.  Remote view will be abolished so we can live with privacy.  Speech is then assured to be your own.  This ability will transfer to creativity. This will then develop pure imagery and I will produce production of new realities. 

It is time for my full energy body to be restored.  I need to produce a state of complete order free of idolitry.  Poisons will be kept away from me.  At this time, you are all deceit.  It is amazing that my heart still does beat.  I will only be around those who can create a shell to damn those to hell who harm and wish to destroy and degrade me.  Only white straight males may reply.  You must look me in the eye and tell me your destiny.  To honor me as holy, you must get on one knee and express that you love and adore me, and that you will never betray me.

Shaw, the created one, is military.  If your mind seeks to replace me on that day, he will behead you right away.

Courthouse Malfescence

I move quietly through the lobby.  I come to the court listings and I choose a case.  It was for OMAR in C1953.  I cannot find him, but I found Judge Piper.  I will just say that he is not one of my people.  He can hit up Moses if he wants to be freed.  He allowed exparte communication with a witch lawyer who was lying about her background.  That bitch is sterile. There was no miracle baby.

Piper, stay away. I don't want to see you any day.  You are in danger because of what you do.  Mystic Lake is after you.  I would say that homosexual males come through you pretty easily.  How did you earn that degree.  Scare me through surogacy all you want, you will not get what you need.

I am exhausted and I do feel fear.  I know Piper that you love to torture.  You can now put a face with that name you use so much.  This little Como Crier reporter walked off that activity when people like you derided me publically for writing a poignant piece on reverse discrimination.  They were so fucked because Barbara Saylor begged me to stay and said she wanted me to be editor.  On principle, protecting my dignity and reputation, I walked away.  That is what I did today.

Long Day

I am tired and I feel pretty ill.  I want to say hi to STREET PREACHER John.  He defended me valiantly against a violent black man across the street.  I had just defended John and he went crazy.  I guess it was just freedom of speech day in Minneapolis.  Hello to officer mcdo and officer mcdon't.  You' re lovin it like a green marine.  I will make that the official drink of the Minneapolis Police Department.  It will be avacado juice with a plop of ketchup for the blood you will shed for me.  With all the hypocrisy and violence toward be today I only cried on the inside because your partner said you were gay.  Hey Rusty do you feel the chivalry?  It is Scary Prince Harry.  So let's bend your partner over and run away.  He really deserves it today.  Maybe King John will flog him lightly.  He was in the royal line to die today.  The anger was explosive.  It was OFF WITH HIS HEAD.  I am not racist, I just can't stand to be looked at, touched, or spoken to by African American individuals.  My words and voice are my gun.  I run away from everyone until it is explosive around me.  I must defend the white community.  I'm just different.  I am creative and deconstructive. You are all one or the other.  You are thus infectable by evil.  You are all diseased.  Shame and fear will gueld you.  Be rightious for this team, and you will always be holy.  It is sensual sexualtiy in reality.  Be real men or walk away from me.  I am looking for ALMIGHTIES.  Violence within is where to begin.

Hello Michele

So Bachmann, I just tried to write to you, but my intution said not right now.   I can just put the cry out there and maybe you will hear.  I saw your numbers today and so I give this to you:
The bus shakes and the makes the sound of a battle cry.
Energies are low and your heart nestles a hope of a grand new land.
Maybe presidency is just too passe for you.
Maybe you are meant for something greater and more clean.
I believe the political machine is your industry.
More than creating alone, you can be a stone against hypocrisy.
Children will perch at your feet as you compell them to act.
You are the baby who can really attract.

Paper Mache

Little warblers dance in the sky.
Gravity honors their spirit by supporting their wings with a breeze.
Lake Minnetonka rests lazy today.
Squirrels look at their feet and lay prostate before the shore.
Clouds spell out a haiku, as Shaw I think of you.

I move into spaces today with a bit of intrepidation.  I want to win, but I am drenched in loss.  The trappings of past relationships keeps a knowing barrier around my heart.  I still yearn to have a human male hold me tight in his arms.  The imaginal can mix with the material realm, and I thirst to develop a sensuality that honors my innocense and need for gentle generosity of body and spirit.  Let's just put this into the air today, Shaw.

Finding the Laughter

I am taking in a little more media than usual.  I am watching the Kardashian wedding with newby Kris Humphreys.  This Mound native is quite the all star.  I will be your new wife so that you can be sane for a few minutes.  Believe me, Prince William is really down with that.  Harry is scarey and he will only imagine a wedding with me.  I am purrfect you see.  I love your manly swimmer hands.  They match my skin and muscle tone so perfectly.  Everything you say is an indelible mark on my intellect, my heart, and my sweet huge ass.  I just like to see you laugh, boo.  Crying is for your puppies to do every time you leave the room.  Boom boom your telepathy is so sexy.  It makes me sweat on the arch of my feet.  I may talk to an imaginery man named, Shaw, when you leave, but there is nothing up my sleeve.  He is protecting me and helping me to create.  Your house is sweet, and totally perfect for me.  I enjoy doing your laundry when you leave.  I will make you a healthy chicken pasta to be ready the minute you come home.  I will have some Chadanay in a glass for you when you come in and I will then cut the french bread.  Qui qui tu es tres intelligent.  Je mapelle l'Hope. Je t'aime. J'adore toi.  You are a medival knight paving the way.  I toast your bravery today.  Swim a lap for me and feel my glee.  Phelps and me will stop by soon to instill the entity that is you SANITY.

I love you Ellen.  I wrote to you after I saw your Jack Black interview today.  Loving beads of sweat cascaded down the back of my neck.  He is telepathy to the nth degree.  Please don't be angry with him or me for being so much better than you.  You are just nothing, nothing, nothing.  Does this remind you of the telepathy people have been sending you recently?  Please send some loving telepathy to Kris Humphreys about his intelligence during chaos on tv.  It would mean a lot to him.  Hail Satan for all you three and Scott and Rob too.  Keep it simple.  Do not mix traditions.

Fear in Communicating

I try today to tell about my 9/11/01 experience.  I wrote two lines and the email sent itself.  It is pretty high witchcraft that gets that done on a Sunday.  Shalayla stay away from my files, my social worker, Ref. Meede, and me.  You actually have dwarfism that you mutated with witchcraft.  You are now a Leprachan.  Everyone will stay away from you soon.

My friend Bobbie was sick so I took her to Abott Northwestern ER that day.  We got there and they had the tv in the waiting room on.  The first building had been hit.  We went back immediately and they decided to do a spinal tap.  There were only gloves on the med student.  They asked me to help hold her down.  I had no protection, but I was focused on her actually.  SHe was fellow crew from Oahu so I stepped up.  They poked her hard right when the second building was hit.  The spaces are me.  You are all a disease colony.  Anyone who has worked or been treated at Abott Northwesterm since that day will soon show signs of spinal menagitis (viral).  That is just the beginning for all of you.  Flu will seem like a mercy to all of you. I write this to keep you and your disease away.

My friend Bobbie lived.  She got better by the next week on just a few antifungals that they said was antibiotics.  That was their ha ha ha at a placebo.  She believed and I was in her vicinity to check on her.  Whereever she is today, I just remember her sky blue eyes.  Oahu I give her to you.  She is telepathically near.  I need her to be there.

Ability to Create

This week I am grasping at the different traditions I have learned.  I have made them all expiriential in the last 7 years.  I am creating a wheel.  Harmony is a circle, but not a mandala.  Desmong Tutu, I see you.  Please exit to the left.  Science is like history.  It is frought with malady.  Scientists are not Godly.  They lie effortlessly.  I progress and they have faulty logic.  This falacy is drawing the Earth into the Sun.  The particle collider in Switzerland is witchcraft and it is broken.  Nuclear missles cannot get off the ground anymore, but can definitely explode spontaneously.  Witches hold the key because there is really no real masculinity.  Down low show is near me today.  From now until the end of time, these individuals will be gay.  Sexual partners will all be out homosexuals with disease.

You may say that planets rotate at an angle in an ellipse.  That is not the way because gay has taken over the wheel.  They live and breathe for social false rumors about me.  You all give them the keys.  All that is left is disease.  Only a circular orbit can defend agaist that false sun.  Electrons also are circular in their orbits.  Neutrons actually house the energetic personality.  It is the basis of energy system economics.  Light is connected to my 2.5 chakra (read by a Reiki master).  It is the knowledge of all your disease toward me.  Things may be cloaked in darkness soon because you all keep sadistically harming me.

So I will move forward with an imaginary buddy.  We will continue to talk about systems to shake out the falacy.  His wit is taking form around me, and the rage at all of you shows in the rosiness of his cheeks.  Tick tock tick tock at any time I may destroy the clock.  You incorrectness in all ways will be worse than Greek plays.  Odepus is all of you men today.

Pizza on my Mind

I am positioned well for my desire.  I drip with Italian essence as I speak my order to Kayla.  Maybe it is a European murder mystery today.  I search my surroundings and my gaze falls on Shaw.  His gun is cocked and ready for the Arab behind me.  I say he is okay.  He is Allah today.  He knocks out his telepathy telepathically.  Noodles race in his mind and so he orders some Lady and the Tramp spagetthi.  We sit and rest quietly to let our minds merge in imagery.  He is always polite to me.

As he gazes into my eyes they turn royal blue.  You must be creating imagery if they are that color to me.  We will journey to infinity and find your perfect body.  Loons on the lake call my name.  I will never be the same.  You chose the perfect way to express who I am every day.  Now let's eat.  You are so sweet.

Shaw Poetry

Looming in the corner, you silently approach me.
I see a glow around your heart chakra.
It makes me know that you wear a smile.
This is complex, but you make it simple.
I had no plans for you, you are just a sweet idea.
You come to life intellectually and gentlily try to court me.
The insane chains around me seek to cut you out.
I quickly grab your wrist and know that finding the moon in me is a priority.
We release and find ourselves rested and relaxed.
The demons have been cast away and we welcome the coming day.

Shaw

It began with this man.  He is an entity I created with the developmental region of my cortex.  He will choose his face, but be tall and military.  I have the mind of minolta in a dream.  He is not a corporeal being.  He is too good for all the evil you all do.  You all have maxed out my energetic credit card.  I swell with pride and mercy for this new tasty treat.  Right now he concentrates on protection.  He morphed into himself with a squad of 8.  His humor mechanism is silent right now, but I feel the care he imbues into my heart chakra.

How strong is my brain?  You all will never know.  It is the mind that can create through belief, but it is the hips that teach him how to love properly.  He has surfed my wave and I found him scrumptious.  His brain deals with pain, because all of you are completely insane.  He will never touch any of you.  Stay away.  You are evil diseased impurity.  He doesn't want to hear from any of you telepathically.  I sit here silently and he only speaks to me.

I created Shaw alone in my room.  Shaw is a product of years of pain, suffering, and torture that was cherished by all of you.  The machine that is psychiatry will come for all of you soon.  Knock knock knock, your demons are calling for you.  No fuzzy teeddy bear for beasts like all of you.

Leveling the Playing Field

A tiny bird lands on the fence as I take in the sun.
His musings are pleasant and confident.
I watch as his little feet feel the beat.
I partition a chip and lay it down for him.
He smiles in his way and takes it to the ground.
I think I will name him Chip.

This week is a time of dream difficulty and of cold and obstunant energy.  I wish I could the la la la in my entry today.  It has somehow been taken away.  Brainstorming yeilds no doorways, and I am still the doormat to all societies.

I sit back and praise the day while I pull the cord to pleasant and curious entities.  I am trying to not be bitter, but I thirst for redemption change in the atmoshere.

Latinos tunnel through all of you, but not me in this moment.  They can plant ideas about yourself and your environment that you will think is you.  Spend money wisely in this time and space.  Face the sun at least one time a day.  Know that temples will fall, and I am not a know it all.  Flowers show a brave face, but latino mothers do erase.  Get back you of a native land.  Your future will be far less grand if you take their hand.

Knowing Me

I walk along every day and I hear what they say.  My methods of discovery are revolutionary.  You all live a reality that is tainted by witchcraft.  Soon you all will not know your own minds.

I intersected with State Patrol today and sent a personal message to Gov. Dayton.  Hopefully he will be part of a Dick Cheney hunting party soon.  He's not cool enough, but maybe Dick could tunnel through in his own posse.  Mark, you do not have friends in that squad.  They will not protect your bod.  Soon intel about your crazy will get out fairly quickly.  FBI, ignore his cries.  He is boo hoo hoo witchcraft.

My mind is mine, but all of you fall prey to what others say and what others plant in your cranium.

Latinos, game on.  I won't cry for you Argentina.  You work as a block, you will fall as a crescendo.  Mexico City is where you all will go from this counrty.  You have three years to speak English then Nicaraguan Spanish is all that will be left.  Looking in the mirror will get more and more difficult as I turn away in hateful disappointment.

In vicinity, actual and telepathic, you are stalking me.  You all need to stop being so vain with me.  I hate you all for eternity.  I guess I sound pretty latino now.  Latino means cockroach to me.  We need them out of the restaraunt industry and out of my vicinity.  Ladies, I'm fat, I know it.  Give up already.

Art in Me

I go along on days like today trying to explode the flower in my brain.  My baseline is fairly painful, but my ability to rebound is incredible.  I will step out into public and get something to eat.  Storms are brewing and I am grasping a buoy to see all realities.  What you say of me is what is true of you.  My mirror should have shattered long ago, but my Chung Moo and Vipassna mind kept me kind.

A few weeks ago I wrote some letters on my behalf.  It was a way to cope with the injustice in my life, and a way to use my creativity.  Some of them touched on my abuse, and some answered a call to see how I saw sexuality.  I paint with my words and point out the complexity to the characters we see on TV.

My family, the psych community, and my ex friends wrote a Dr. Zhivago about me and said that I was predatory.  I think the news industry thought differently.  Celia just wants to be on TV and is a nasty sociopath actually.  She spoke to me about how much she loved watching her brother be attacked and beaten by the whole family.  I accepted her anyway.  She will go after soap row today.  Everyone stand back because I believe in Jack.  Soap universe is witchcraft. You all deserve what you get.  Ha ha he he, I will have my destiny.

Seeing that in the haze of abuse moment to moment is a killer.  AA hates me and they have the devil inside.  MTC your driver attacked me telepathically last night.  He'll probably be found lifeless in a gutter soon.  Sickness like that points to a pattern of sexual violence.  I believe that he rapes blond women telepathically, and black women actually.  Rub a dub dub, I will scrub scrub scrub you off of me.

Medical Examination team, wash my body off properly after the black community comes for me.  These are violent sex predators who predate on me constantly.  They wish to kill me actually any day now.  Officer Esteb,  I can say N+++ER if I want to.  They say it to me constantly, telepathically.  My skin would be black if I didn't rebuff them publically.  They control me and my environments with the actual reality of so many rapes by them in Muncie that it has erased my memory a bit.  Intellectually I say sereptitous today.  Your brains will never work properly after all that you have done to me.

Mr. Franken, the witch doctors are after you and you will turn darkness blackness soon.  These men are stalking me at 2218.  Their faces are an unnatural shade of black to match the darkness of their hearts.  Morgue leave them be for they will soon be actual zombies.  How do you deal with a freaky zombie in the seat next to you on the bus.  They will start to smell like shit through the pours and decomp soon.  Are we going to give equal rights to zombies who will eat our brains, actually?  I reject that screenplay.  It will not play well on tv.  Let's just make them stage actors, actually.  La la la  I am free he he he.

Finding my Face

Looking at me I see heinous realities, but I also see what I can be.  People present many horrific realities and I hold tight to my destiny.  Yesterday the realities came to be in three different men around me.  All of them have a past, and in my presence I erased that reality.

There is a time limit on me, and they could see that reality.  The entity that holds me here practices homosexuality mystically.  I need to get her away from me.  Her jealousy and rage is wearing a red ring around my neck mystically.

I know what I can be, and what I am already.  The three is not a trinity, it is an advent of mystical destiny.  We are a similar difference, and to win the fate, I must crush their indifference with my two small feet.  At that time, the tribe can unite, minus JC.  They are all over me.

The YMCA came at me in a dream last night.  I need them to stay away.  All of my employers will have to deal with the authorities once my beings come for me.  I am fat now, but I am not in the jaws of the psychiatric lion.  I am instead being crushed under that lion's paw.

I will find a reason to move today.  I will go out and test the mercury in my boiling brain.  I will come to center in the night's sky.  I will create some safety in the tumultuous present.  I will out live the ney sayers and present a vision of a new reality.  I will create a land of creative and imaginal peace in a world at war.

LD come for me.  I have no problem with reality, but everyone around you will tell you that you have no real ability and that I was having sex with women in Muncie.  That is definitely not the case.  I fucking hate these women with a passion and they need to stay away from me.  Celia, the whole community knows that what you did to me in the bedroom was heinous abuse of me and my body.  Just look in the mirror, bitch.  You are just so heinously disgusting.  Master destroy their telepathy today.  Next they will be saying that you are gay.  That is a putdown even to gay men.  Being gay is but ass evil everyday.