I take the infinity and search for serenity. I wake up and get slammed with fatigue. I journey back into the land of dreams. I wake up to Boehner screamin in my ear. He's la la la about me having emotional control over a man boy who got paid to fuck with me, internationally. Boehner he had an ounce of a feeling for me for like a half second. The rest is torture history. Just keep him away from me and my paperwork or I will embarras him VERY publically. Heil Hitler.
I had a dream last night that I went on a wierd dangerous nature date with Harry. I wish to not have another one again.
The every day moves the colors into tints and shade. The brilliant that is a flower is seeking and sending a release toward grey. I move to the hup two and experience fatigue. There is no more humor, I feel restless in the flat rainbow around me. I try to be captured in a soft clean space where my whole aura is pink. All to see the neutrlity that is me. I step into new forests and empathize with the squirrels and the trees. Nothing to see here. I just need to be. It is all grey around me. Females are so guilty they can't speak. I guess I just wish that to be. No conscience is the reality of the sun challanged reality. I just paint the mat that I see and touch artistic intent in a theological or therapeutic setting. In the end, my search is for a being who can respect and protect as I do every day. I deserve safety and I fight to get it.
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