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.
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