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.