Peyton Sings

A neck snaps on the 50 yd line,
People look around and it is undefined.
Jealousy of amazon nation stands as a witch.
She cowars over you and states she is rich.
The screaming cackle fills the RCA Dome.
This QB will not make it home.

Christmas Day

I sit here and observe without connection.  Things are not what they seem.  I deal with a barrage of entities and I feel the shackles on my wrists.  It is not easy to write and I must fight fight fight.  The police are at bay, for today.

Family they can see all reality.  You are not believed, you are just an instrument for their cruelty.  There is a cornecopia of evil that comes my way, but it will be after all of you soon enough.  There will be no comforts and the street will yearn to deceive you as you have done to me my whole life.

Animals draw a shield so that they will not know your emnity.  Do not come my way and say blah blah blah.  Animals seek to babble and amnesia language by making english more complex to a degree that the black community can no longer speek, thus they go after averybody cerebrally.  Communities will go mute and then language will disappear all together.  Telepathy will be diseased and will then disappear.

Christmas Eve

I am trying to have a good attitude today.  I will journey to a catholic mass and to 2218. Gettin jiggy with it.  I will watch the Pope tonight on KARE 11.  Pope, let's just say that you read gay today.  Let's keep it that way and you can eat crow tomorrow.  Being German Jiggy is so Stahlag 13.  Be more animated.  Maybe Timothy will come through and royally fuck with you.  He was the disciple you know and love.  I met the man in Smokey Bones land.  He is Navy.  Benedict you are crazy and we are going to prove it telepathically.  Maybe you like Magnum PI a little too much.  Do not touch or that's Blue Bloods.  Walberg twins you are just so Japanese.  Timothy is a crack addict now.  He started with cocaine.  He got Darden to shut down all Smokey Bones by smokin crack in back (latino telepathic prodding), then he did it in the office.  We spent a Christmas Eve together and it was diseased.  He lies about me because I have such a prodigious intellect.  Just give him the bow and the arrow will appear.

I will go to The Church of the Assumption.  People, keep your clothes on.  Keep your children at bay. No touchy touchy touch.  I should bring in my long board and make it an Oahu luaa.  Many references makes this a joint venture.  I will be dressed very casually unless stressed.  Nuns r coming my way.  I do not want to deal with them today.

Papal guard, know that the Pope moves through the whole Cardinal system on this day.  Keep his hands at bay or your sight will be taken away.  Abilities will disappear within the year.  It is clear that the beast is in his eyes.  He will tend to criticize.  Let him stand or fall on his own merit this holiday season.  The man is super creepy, actually becoming demonry.  After mass, Vatican basement for eternity.

There is Little to say. I am gray.

I am dealing with a surge of telepathic activity.  There is a lot of negativity.  I lose me a little bit.  I am scared of all of you.  My defenses are overwhelmed, thus I am fatigued.

I just want my family to stay away from me.  I don't even process the 911 crap.  Maybe I get away in sleep a bit.  Please leave me be in the night, actually.

Grey wolf come to me.  I will sleep by you next to the sea.  I know and see you are powerful and free.  I hope, one day, you see it of me.  Are we an almighty three?  Can we sing a lullaby of divinity and ecstacy?  We will ponder the emotions at a time of release.  There is always the stress of the police.  They are not to be with me.  They take over every city.  We will have a superlative military.  I see your paws and wonder if they have walked in purgatory.  I feel sad that you will lie to me.  Jump to your greatest height.  Learn to do that which is right.

I Ran Into a Marine

I really don't think that this little bean was clean.  He was just wafting with hostility.  I think we will send him back to Cape Canaveral to buff the invisible shuttle.  Again and again, wax on wax off.  This man wants to be seen as a kid.  This does not happen around me.  Whatever you do, do it properly and don't blame THE CORPS.  Behind the eyes terrorize.  I guess I just rode the cobra and the snake told me his secrets.  Patience in vicinity. 

The illusions of military will bring many to madness.  No pain, always gain.  Weapons are toys, and these men are boys.  It is coming to an end.  Militia means family.  No one cares about anyone and people will turn on their own.  Military will mean lazy use of abilities.  There is no heart that is purple. 

A Lifetime to Listen

I'm here at McDonald's and a very diverse group of junior high kids is dining here as well.  I think to junior high and I know I was bait.  This is why I never did date.  The one boy who was competition to me was unbenoinst to me.  I was blind, dude and you could see.  Try some la la la for me.  I had bitches like Peggy Flemming after me when I did skate.  You and your crew openned up Heaven's Gate.  Hockey was an analogy.  I was just a big fat joke.  Does it feel good that I know it now?  I had family in your category and others as well.

People come in my vicinity all pompous with their notoriety.  I deal with the flat challange of actual reality.  Imagery is not heavenly.  The time has come to see everyone as they are.  Telepathic employment or funds is not real, thus you all don't exist to the predators around you.

I learned to compete academically and through sports.  I was able to steer away from the sickness of ritualistic deceit.  They were all pornography, but I did not know that until recently.  I guess my chior and viola "career" saved me from their telepathy.  Minuet in G is me, happily.  Asia agree.

Pregnancy is not for me.  There are many things that these jackels did not see.  I had a lock on actual repressed memory.  I wanted my privacy and to be normal.

North Korea Eyes to See

The shift and the breeze.  All world community sighs and find release.  A leader passes in the night.  Pillow you did fight.  Happy to be hierarchy, but never to be free infinity.  He died as a man.  He would never be Herohito crew.  Gods in existance in sentient being form.  You were not the norm.  The palace walls say I would die 4 U.  Let's say sexuality is Asian and be clean for eternity.  At times people see objects with divinity.  Shiny shiny you are king.  I saw the movie and you made it a show, two in one.  Language became telepathy and I could see you in vicinity.  You are a character on the stage.  I shield privacy and only intuit a conversation with dignity.  All have that for a certain extent.

Going forward every day is difficult.  Your existance is difficulty in hygiene.  I work away from all to see.  Soon you can portal to University.  I guess maybe not.  Today I am hate and I turn you away in every way.  I had to pretend that you had humanity, but you, like everyone else, are cruelty to me.  Soon you will disappear telepathically from this earth and from that sphere.  I no longer drink beer so you will completely disappear.  Dream walking is your fate. You will never enter this state.

I don't know what 2 say

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.

Most High

I am contemplating the Asian way and the Dalai Lama.  I have quite a bit of Asian Way training.  Everything is starting to change.  I have love for the balance these traditions have brought to my life.  I think that it is helping me to mind my rage that is nesting in my heart.  I express and release.  I work with the falicies about hate and I date the Dalai mind.

I would love to converse in computer code with the Navy while Dalai tunnels thru.  They are ignorant of what a Asian Way almighty can do.  Asian Warlockery is coming to be and I just want to keep it to telepathic code at this time.  It is so black white grey scary. 

I have definite strict feelings about the Navy and Dick Cheney.  They are monsters in human form.  Japanese stay away tunnel thru planned by both you two.  The violence you enjoyed toward me was unprecedented.  Everyone knows about it.  Barak especially.  My memories were repressed so my body would stay solid.  I have enough to know that none of you will be with me.  I will have my eternity away from politicians and military.  Maybe the CREATURE Dalai will usher in a new age and a new day, or maybe he will repeat and do absolutely nothing.

The ship creeks in the Asian ocean.
The butterfly sees.
Tiny battalians come to be.

Points to Connect

If you do not think that something is correct, insurrect.  Find the answers you seek.  Turn off tv.  Be with a new image of The Almighty.  Comfort may not be in your vivinity.  A pain tsunami may be all you see, feel, and experience.  Loki may be coming through.  He may use words that irritate you.  Alchemy is his divinity.  Two together can become one and the result may disappear.  I put the answers to organic chemistry in another realm.  They are free as I create.  If madness is what you seek, call Loki today.  He will laugh your way and say come on let's play.  I take him to the moon and hand him his spoon.  Loki draw the syringe to complete your retreat from reality.  Stay away from me every day.  Death is not an options.  Your crows feet will appear and you will be geriatric here.

I see Loki in all my affairs.  He will soon not be able to go upstairs.  Cold winds blow to and fro.  The street is a good place for yee.  You are strong, but not Almighty.  Toes toes they just froze.  I guess they are so precious to yee.  Love the pot and stay away from me.

The place was palacious.
The bar was stocked.
Pappy offered a break from the streets.
He kicked me out the next day.

Dad in Real Time

I will call you Tom because you are creepy and I don't want to deal with it.  So learn the streets in Mpls only.  Make your sector Cherokee.  Old thrift store in Indian Country is a place to sleep.  See your imagery about to come to be.  Stay away from Abott, it is officially a CDC hotspot. (Viral Menangitis)  Women are abolished from your kingdom.  Do not even pick up telepathic or imagery will cease.  Eat only meat.  It will show in your feet.

Gpa is my father.  You are actually a brother.  Go after Pete, not me.

Soon you will be through with earthly crew.  The galactic federation (schitzophrenics) will be after you.  You are highly abilitied but you have no faith, thus you are a coward in the way I see.  No one will ever listen to you telepathically.  Stay away from Zimmerman.  He will embarras you publically and you will lose all abilities.  It will shuttle out to Temple Israel crew.


Sit dad sit.
Your attention is split.
Chase the ball like a doggie after all.
Alone in the city, you make the call.
Spells made me admire you.
I think your time on the throne is through.

Bitches and Ho's

What we see can cause us malady if we believe things that r fallacy.  Rumors about me stem from my family and the prostitutes from Muncie.  What a group to believe.  They always have something up their sleeve.  Muncie was ho central for the universe.  The lead sex crimes detective was a prostitute.  She was blond Charlie's Angels pretty, but a little awkward in front of me.  Maybe today her dead and frying corpse could say, "We shouldn't have treated you that way."  I say, "Alexis stay away.  You are mean every day."

In our culture prostitution is actually not as street as is presented in media.  These women are diseased.  Most are SPRITES.  They live a fairly cherished life.  Beating of prostitutes is telepathic, and it is an sadomasicistic play.  It makes them feel prized that day.

Ladies you need to get out of the industry because it is about to change.  Psychopathic pimps are gonna play.  It doesn't matter if you like it that way.  These men are noticing telepathic malady.  No more my way because they need to defame you publically to stay looking normal in a way.

I will just say for the record that I am straight.  I have been forced to be physical with really nasty ho's.  I am not diseased, they all are.  I never did anything but charity for Samantha at the YWCA.  She admitted to me right away, verbally, that she was a crack whore.  Oh yeah, like I am gonna jump on that-no teeth.  On the other end of the spectrum, I did not bed and wed any of the sorority girl prostitutes in Muncie.  If you believe that I even talked to them longer than a few minutes, you too are diseased.

I have been telepathically prostituted unconsciously.  It is highly illegal.  I did not know what precarious positions friends and family put me in.  Blacks liked it, but never were a part of it.  Wilson, in Muncie got close to actual and telepathic pimping of me. 

I have never been a prostitute and never will.  Men have given me gifts who have been physical with me, but it was not an option to say no.  They were very wealthy.  I have been kind to everyone in that industry.  I do not judge, I just know it was not for me.  I believe that it is stupid to give a woman money who takes your time and energy and can then open their pie holes about your anatomy and state of impotency.

I sit on a bar stool fatigued from work.
An older gentleman sits down and is not a jerk.
I talk about my father and he sees the reality.
Someone needs to step in before a greek tragedy.
His Hell's Angel ring shine for all to see.
He is Midland Texas royalty.
In conversation he asks to marry me.
I said it is time for him to be free.
We went back to his quack shack.
I was scared, but just laid back.
His face was about to change.
Skeletor, yes I know you are strange.

Islands of Diversity

I lived my life with the flood of people around me.  I was always welcoming of each spirit around me, though they were all filled with deceit.  It was the journey I was supposed to have.  I look forward and only look behind me when it is causing me diress or pain.  Racism isn't even what you all think.  People have worked together with anyone to drown the heaven's in deceit.  Purity is answers by all diversion perversions.  You are all the same.  Holiness does not exist.  Pain and suffering are not felt by the shameless ones that you are.  I have loved you in the past because I had to to survive.  No more, I am not a stupid whore.  I will just be polite and pray to be understood by sentinals tonight.  I fight against the malignancies that you are, even if you drive a cop car.  Be with me in my pursuits for an expanding heavenly arena.  White male marine is the beginning of a scene.  I put in words my desire in the hopes that manifestation follows. 

Seeing marshmellows spring from my hands to my mouth.
Doing things as they need to be done.
Living in places where all could see.
Being an observer, but also a friend.
Never what they say.
Hated in every way.

My Life as a Dog

I walk alone, but on a leash.  Those gifted with release and puppetry come after me.  I must decide if I should abide.  One lane here and one lane there, I am lucky that I still have hair.  I am becoming prepared for this all to go.  I will travel to and fro.  This weekend I sit and rest a bit.  I talk to those who block my way.  I am feeling better today.  I do hope for the day when there is love.  I must wait for powers above.  I said no no to those who judge.  On this point I will not budge.  I am me.  I wish to be free.  Soon the war will be anarchy.  Acello may play in the middle of the street.  I will feel icy pain in my two feet.  You are there and do not care.  I disconnect and make it correct.  I put no name and address here.  If you all do you will be full of fear.  Love kiss kiss for those I miss.  To those who loathe and hate me so.  Leave my vicinities or lose a toe.  The rose is for Romeo.  My remedies will be homeo.  I beg you for a treat.  I will heal at your feet.  Mercy would be a just master.  Please create a Colt's disaster.

Hanging in There

I had a dream.  It was only a dream.  It had prince Harry and prince william in it.  It was kind of strange.  It dealt with warlockery in that royal upset, Harry of sans n france.  Keep your pants.  Fruitlooks in a milk bath would be a good clarification of vicinity for you.  The rabbit is mine pink pink pink.  The teddybear will be the sentinal for my roommate.

So Harry, I know you are scarey, but that is no reason for you to be scared of me.  Please don't be Scarey Harry in my dreams.  OK here we go.  Ring ring ballyhoo.  Is Hope in the vicinity?  I think you have me confused with Pete.  I am just a commoner at see.  I am here to serve your massively ballooning ego.  Stop Hope. This is crap.  Can you rap?  Eminem comming through.  I can rap at a door for you.  You need Jeff, not me. Why are you so shy with me when I approach you remotely?  I was mormon that day and I had to do it properly.  I am gregarious, but sometimes my shy comes through.  You are sweet.  I want to eat your feet.  No more, that is the Michael D. Wilson door.   Do Beauty and Beast tonight.  I am full of fright.  Too much lsd embedded imagery.  The leitenant can be scarey.  You act sweet, but do repeat.  Ok, are you okay today?  Harry, Romeo, and Mormon#2 come through.  Do you ask to help or to harm, actually? (Silence)...  Ok mr man, Joe is afganistan and you are South Africa.  These lands are sailing a catamiran today.  Family coming through.  I know...(click) what to do.  I hang up with you.

This is the flow.  We need to know where to go.  It is time to SPEAK actually to everyone you see.  Then pick up on their telepathy.  I fight every day to just be me.  Today I must meet a new professional.  I hope that is who she will be.

A Bit Overtaxed

I am here at McD's and I am waiting for my social worker.  I am exhausted from every way tunnel through on me.  Entities scream to be heard, but I am having to use my energy for me.  I feel like
nothing will be normal, ever.

Charles, you need to be where you are.  You know your own vicinity and that is the priority.  It is not enough to be scared will be the last words you hear.  I am not here to be a pet project for you.  I exist as a brave slave, and I just send a little energy and attention your way.

There is a haze over the place that I am.  Everyone feels find except me.  It is sheer brutality.  I write through it all.  I hold myself up so that I do not fall.

Chains fall all around me.
You smile and put you hand over my mouth.
I am suspended in the air and for a millisecond you care.
Keeping me in this stone place has changed your face.
Your eyes are orbits to me sirening destiny.
I fall asleep and within me you creep.

Viking Scream

The game is on in the background.  I go through periods that I watch professional football, but I am not very interested at this time.  I would have rooted for the Colts this year, but I don't get the game and I can't put my head around another quarterback.

The whole reality is a bit skewed.  Players use ritualisms like satanism to produce ability, tone their bodies, and to hone their mental acuity.  They also tunnel through talent from all locations especially for quarterback position.  There used to be a symbotic relationship between pros and "talent", but not anymore.  These players have gotten greedy and arrogant, thus it is time to right the whole situation in a public forum (web log).

This situation is exacerbated by the lack of healthy first and second string quarterbacks this year, thus stressing the pool which is anonymous.  New birds are coming in from college play, and their ability to be boundaried and professional is limitted.

No boo hoo hoo for anybody.  This practice should be illegal.  The league knows about it.  Football is where this is the most widespread.   It will affect Vegas and then it will probably take down the league.  Evil is their everyday.  Now they may not be able to play.  Fans will go witchcraft crazy.  You can all thank Reggie Wayne (Mike Portis-NAVY).


The ball flew through the air,
His arm was strong and he had a flair.
The coach said, he is special to me.
He beshawed and quit effortlessly.
He was as borderline as a dame,
In his imagery was his fame.

Walking in Faith

I have just come out of my experience with the Mormons and I have more faith than ever in my spiritual reality.  The entire illusions of the theological places are dispelled.  I have spoken to the genie in the bottle and I know that he will not work for me.  Theology is magical thinking that God is in the sky.  With all the evil I experience, I know God is not in charge.  He is in me and he can be you as well.  This is war.  God is a sponge, and he wants revenge.  Maybe he lives in a cage in this day and age.  Maybe he actually hates fags and minorities.  That's just the chivalrous type of man he is to me.  He believes that he is a diety, but human words are crap unless I feed him FRENCH first.

Linguistics is me.  There is symmetry.  Russian writing is a code.  In my brain it is Chinese coming through the mouth of a French military officer.  Oh, is that too complex for you?  Are you going to diagnose me with a mental illness right now?  You queens of all these scenes are so mean.  I am in so much pain and you push your illness on me.  Empathic ability check.  Women, I will be polite, but I hate you and will fight for you and minorities to be legally tortured in the streets by police.  Let's start with Minneapolis.  Protections legally, will now lead to rejections.  Sorry Barack it will happen under your administration.

MPD who came to me that day at 2215 Pleasant, I like your energy.  Your clerical collar was showing.  I guess you are just a PK like me.  You did the do that they all do, but I sense a higher calling for you.  Esteb coming through.  He is Jesuit Priest and creative schitzophrenic.  I see your eyes of blue as I walk in front of you.  Release the dogs when you can't fuckin stand someone.  We will name them all Hans and then my G-pa can come through.  He needs a little humility on the other side.  He is driving everyone crazy.  Inversion of information. 

Please don't go to seminary, but you guys should go into United Theological Seminary in New Brighton, and tell them what you think of all of them and these UU violant, sadistic, degrading sexually deviant freaks.  They told me I couldn't have a service dog in their sanctuary when I brought Lilly (Migraine Alert Dog).  They are so hypocritical and UTS is too.  When you are 5 and you have pneumonia so servere they are ordering ice baths, you shouldn't be left to sleep on the floor in the cafeteria.  Oh I guess it is just the ignorance of the 70's.  I believe it was 1976.

Oh I guess their cruelty is just supposed to be forgiven by me.  I disreguard to survive each day, but I NEVER forget.  I wanted payment, in spades, for their sins.  Don't let them get away with it.  Abilities to infinity and still openly cruel and ostracizing.  Occupy THIS, you are all going to a hell of your own making.  Feet are their treat.  You may have had a lot of opportunity, but I still got Officer Krejsa out of Muncie.  The imagery he is free to spread will be in your Unitarian Universalist Society off of Hennepin.  You ain't genises anymore.  Elizabeth I actually really hate you and always did.  You verbalized, actually GROUND ZERO activity in front of me, I am not a sexual charlaten like you.  Let's MMPI and IQ test you today.  I just phrase it that was because I am so angry at a MONSTER like you.  I'll let the police handle it because I have always been law abiding.

Officer, I now call you MINNEAPOLIS MASTER.  The doors to Ground Zero are now open to you.  Verbalize this code and FBI will tunnel through.  Can't we make torturing these torturers fun for you, but keep it away from me?  Tunnel through crew so they never know your identity or energy (pull back).  Cop jealousy universal.  Step back.

I look up and a wooden cross looms above me.
I see myself hanging from that tree.
Loose interpretaion gives way to the red in your eyes that day.
I step on through, bow my head and pray.
Your mind steps aside.
I am THE vampire bride.

Long and Winding Road

I am less than.  Everyone is more than me.  It is very hard to feel a sense of dignity.  You are all scaring me every day.  I am so exhausted by your transgressions and cruety.  Does it feel good to be a beast?  Probably.  I see all of you in a dualistic way.  You are all cruelty and will deal with insanity for the rest of your existance.  I hold it at bay for those who might protect me.  I will define the lines and like minded men will follow direction until they learn the theory of relativity.

DC I do not know you.  They are perplexed by your precense.  You observe, but do not critique.  They wanted to play with me.  I kept it brief.  I think they will go away.  Let's see what I can do today.  I see you as someone who wants to be correct.  I can only stand you for so long.  Learn to bend and you can be friend.  You are more than you were before.

I feel so let down.  Maybe he is too.  I must fly free and not be tied to someone's need.  I have proven that I am not hateful and that I am funly loving.  I am in such a depleted state.  People have disdain for the reality of my healing body.  They see the stretching to fit their form, and yet they turn away.

My memory stands due to the nightmares at night.  They just long to be almighty, but have proven arrogant, but uncaring.  They want to hear how I relate to different personalities and then explain me as crazy.  It is best to look the ritualist in the eye and let him see what he is destroying for his whole community.  Pull all the psycho psychiatrists through and team nursing.  Soon they will come for you because they can't see me, personally. 

Tony Thornberg is in vicinity.  Hold your tongue Tony.  We were together like three times.  Other is having jealousy of your ability.  Be kind, do not rewind.  I am fat and not a puddy tat.

I guess this is just a parade of my pain for everybody.  The bough has broken, the cradle has fallen.  Being in a public place eases my pain. 

The reality that no one will acknowledge all of it is quite painful.  No one knows exactly how many chains are on me.  It is so lonely in this suffering place.  I pray for peace in a maxed out way.  Because I do it my myself the reality is infinity of pain. 

Off to See the Wizard

I don't know what to say today.  I had a lot come my way yesterday.  I tried to withdraw from Mormon teaching, but I told W and M that I would try a bit more.  We will meet tomorrow.  It is hard to write about anybody or anything because I feel so sick.

I watched the Occupy Los Angeles protestors on tv and it looks like such a waste of resources in a time that we can't spare it.

The wizardy yellow brick road is closed to me.  I must wait for the terrifying flying monkees to fly down and swoop me up.  In the castle I find deceit with no regret.  The wicked witch of the east is just singing in the shower as my shoulder ache from the flight.  An earlier vampire bite leaves me lifeless on the floor.

I sing a small song of "Come Along" and Toto finds my ankles.  He telepathically tells me that Dick Cheney and Nancy Pelosi are behind him and their satanism is strong.  She will be a witch soon.  Possibly tomorrow my noon.

I finally am able to stand and this vampire man takes my hand.  He kicks TOTO out of vicinity.  He tells me politics is me.  We smile and embrace.  I begin to kiss his face and we disappear to the staircase.  I will sleep at home tonight.  We move outside to bat imagery and I am free with this almighty.

Loving Infinity

I am trying to find that beam of light today.  Certain spirits get in my way.  Today I put a spotlight on the industry of broadway.

Pete was in the wings that day.  I saw a light that was not right.  Matthew Modine played the Sandman.  Jennifer Grey was ecstasy.  I found the writing a bit banal.  There comes a time that titans fall.

Down the street I imbibed the melodies of Les Mis.  They were concurrent, but they seemed simaltaneous.  Magic was an entity.  We will call him THE PHANTOM.  He is beside me, and knew more and more as he sat by the door.  Erotic exfixiation was the plan.  It did not happen because of this man.

Restaurant row was a dining experience.  Everything should have gone in reverse.  Witchcraft was crazy because I don't carry a purse.

The mighty are now on TV.  I see a drab reality.  These creatures are not even human anymore.  Belcante is me.  I did not know it was a big deal.

Memories plays today calling out a fatalistic warning.  I take the hand of death and stay away from all of the petty rivalries.  Soon I will know a place that I can be free.  I just do not thirst for their comments or reality.  I was never the Sugarbean who was in on every industry.  I needed consistancy and balance.  I needed to believe in a loving family, and a loving community.  I now know that does not exist.

Stay away from yesterday.  Feel the rain on someone else's back.  Attack people VICIOUSLY for me U2 one and U2 two.  Use your words and verbalize their stupidity.  Know that this desert rose will dance again.  I will keep my memory, but I will live with the infinities for eternity.

Prophet free of Aristocrisy

A boy searching for something more,
Religions of his day were quite a bore.
Quaking and shaking he saw a light.
Angels came to visit him one night.
He learned of the plates in a holy place.
In the translation he saw God's face.
He created a new and inspired religion.
In the end he fathered the Mormon Religion. 

Snow dusts my boots, clouds cover the sky

I walk along not saying what is wrong.  I am brave and strong.  I guess I would love to believe complimentary things about me, but dailly intersections with all who are sinful, blocks that cognition.  As ye feast on me, I do see.  The damage to my vessel is severe and all of you don't want to hear.  It is like an awful sci fi horror movie for me.  No one will be or seek justice for me.  I take that reality to mormontown.  I see them give me less of a run around.  People are negative about my choice, but in this religion I believe they hear my voice.  My work with the missionaries has yielded MERCY from the relentless savagery of those with prophecy.

I meet them today.  We are meeting here at McDonald's.  I am actually really excited to see them.  Our lessons together are quite fruitful.  The best thing of all is that I get to use my intellect about the bible and its teachings.   I never really felt that I was well read, biblically, and I only studied theology briefly.   Professor Willis was my professor.  I will just say that The Book of Mormon was not on our reading list, but Plato's Republic was.  I was just quite sympathetic for Job when we studied his beleagered life.

Footsteps beneath a changing tree.
A soft caress on the top of my hand.
Symphonies of birds as he moves up behind me.
Smiles are synchronous as I lay back upon him.
You slip your arm around me and I know in captivity I am free.

Fighting Fatigue

I am so fatigued right now.  It makes it difficult to write and find my flow.  It feels like all creativity has been pulled from me.  I don't know what I really want to talk about.

Last night I went to the church and received my lessons from my missionaries and another church member.  It went very well.  One of the missionaries actually played the piano and sang.  It was completely lovely.

Past and future are really merging in this interaction with a congregation.  I see what was and I sense what will be.  I have no psychic tendancies and so it is not anything other than sensations and ideas.  I might be a little out there, but I believe that psychic inclination is sinful.  I believe that these people cause others pain and suffering by rooting around in their memory.  This whole weblog will probably disappear when I put that online.

Being at this McDonalds I think of Carmel, IN and the  McDonald's there.  It always makes me think of Bill Clinton.  I slept in that McDonald's bathroom for a few minutes when I was on the street.  I would shake awake when cops were in the vicinity.  I lasted like three days out in the cold.  I never really see myself as brave, but I guess I really was.  Maybe there will be a movie made about it one day.  I battled the demonry of the viper, and I transmuted hopelessness all by myself.

John Deere from Nippers 2 found me knocked out after a bar fight and he took me home with him.  He is a bit of an oddity, but he was a friend to me.  We slept in a room with two twin beds that were pushed together.  He was a bit OCD, but he returned me home safely although we almost turned in to ongoing traffic.

It is just best if I see how I need to see.  I really need consistency and I want people to get along around me.  I look away as you draw the knife at my back.

Carmel was such a strange time.  It was a pretty cruel wilderness in the jungle of deceit around me.  I was so amazingly lonely as evil buzzed around me.  It has been a pretty constant state since then.  I just move into the distance as everyone else cackles a reply.  I wonder if all of you really know how fuckin evil you are.  I used defenses before to not see your cruelty, but it is heinously striking now.  I still work with hope every day, but maybe Carmel could send a little MAGIC my way.

Experiencing Theology

I find that I see my theological path as very personal.  I know how really strong my faith is.  I see religious populations as separate from me.  My spirituality contains a guide who I speak to.  He is with me and he comforts me.  I do not pray to this guide.  He is not religious.  I do not find him holy, I find him military.  He is not here to be devout or pious.  He is a sentinal to me.

As I walk into mormonism, I find it a bit challanging.  I believe that I am asking myself to establish new neural pathways because there is new theology to command.  It overlaps the time of the bible and introduces new prophets and old prophets.  It is hard to read which book is considered higher and more holy to mormans themselves.  I wonder about the prophet Joseph Smith.  I wonder about his theological and educational background.  How was he really able to decipher the plates, and get the funds to pay for publishing them?  How did the developing religion decide that these teachings were holy?  Do mormons follow doctrine or teachers more?  How does this society feel about outsiders and other religions?  Do they see them as sinful?

There are so many questions, but in this time of change in the world, what is their plan of action for when we face economic, governmental, and environmental changes?  Are they a community that plans actively?  How do their prophets give them strength in the face of adversity?  Would David or Moses be seen as higher than Joseph Smith?

It is my belief that 2012 is a transformative reality.  I do not have the gift of prophecy.  I have to just concentrate on the day in front of me.  Maybe prophets will come to be.  Maybe God is a reality.  I see a rightous ragey justice coming to be.  People have harmed me, and thus they have defined their path.  I now believe that mormons have a destiny.  I believe they are a people who can see.  I observe and learn.  My eyes are wide and I know that in just a moment we can all deal with the quick and the dead.   The ship is quaking and we are about to leave, I repeat that mormons have a destiny.  Yeah TEAM UTAH!!!

Dark Stream Flow

I sit here in McD's and I contemplate scientific discovery.  There is a lot of fallacy to what is called the truth.  Finding the answers through abilities is the reality.  It is a popularity game.  I now create with a ritualistic torture background, but I do not practice any tradition.  My mind works primarily on a linear basis and I record time every day.  I enter another dimension through creativity.  Most of my work is "clean room" because I do it alone both in public and private. 

Connections are derived through my phone, in person, and on the net.  The vericees form a tree.  The branches are visible to all and the roots are sensed through telepathy.  Imagery is a way to see.  I use my mind's eye and descibe it through all connections.  Numbers give way to letters and then linnex comes to be.

Love love love to ye.  Come with me to embrace the tree.  See me in the mirror and find your identity.  Hold my hand as we skip through militarty land.  Blustery storms seek to hobble me.  With your coat on my back I will be free.

No ability

I walk through the world each day and greet those who come my way.  I am a stranger to most, and thus I greet the Holy Ghost warmly.  I do not believe that I am anything special.  I just take the circumstances at hand and joke about a greatness that is almost fairy tale in its wonderment.

Abilities swirl around me and I give people their privacy.  I am no longer blind, but I have always been kind.  People have revelled in my pain and I have had to just put it all away. 

I meet a man.  I call him CHASE.  He may be here to save the human race.  His eyes are blood red and the internet will bow to its knees as he gives it his disease.  Can we say zombie technology.  Bang on it all you want, it will not give you what you need.  All of you have such torturous greed.

Then there is another.  I call him VICTORY.  You need to make others pay.  They play and play and play.  Here is a magical wand.  Be steady in your ritualism, but never point it at police.  If you do, I will swoop down and make you a clown.  Burn baby burn.

I will call the last Joe, RUSHMORE.  I make you a private eye right away.  This legal system needs to pay.  Draw Chase through and he will direct you.  Use your suit and drop all your labels.  A new being you will begin to be.  I am working with your memory.  Use a smile and "Eye candy" Andy will pull thru.  There is no stopping what you can do.

I saw a Slick Willie pull through and wink at me.  I was mocking Mark Zuckerberg's divinity.  Mark you are like a jewel thief to me.  This Pink Panther diamond wants to be free.  Let's just say Facebook was Al Gore's idea and leave it at that.  Maybe Craig's List was actually a morman male's idea.  Blink blink I protect what is correct.  Pascal is my memory.  Fortran is reality.  What does C+++ really look like?

Beams of light on my computer screen,
Those in the industry are really mean.
I wade the water like a curse.
Maybe pearls will fill my purse.
Mix a mastermind with computer divnity.
I just keep searching for the diamond, Andy.
I met you at a time that was holy.
The work I did for you took the whole me.
I walk blanketed with hateful weight.
Seeing you again is something I anticipate.

Finding the Poetry

I feel that the air is light.
People around me have second sight.
Leaves pass away, as the air turns cold.
I think of a time where I was eight years old.
Baptism mingles with my date of birth.
I move closer to feel my worth.
Kindness is felt in many a cluster.
To feel the light courage I must muster.

One day I will marry, but today I study.  There are things that hang in the air.  I feel cloudy with a chance of rain.  I am scared to get out there again  New traditions dangle their posibillities in my face.  My countanace is firm, but plain.  I know what and who I know.  Sometimes I feel like it is hard to grow.  Being the creature that I am, it is hard to take your hand.  Baskets sit around my feet.  I fill them with bundles of twine to knit a design.  If I said something wrong, I am so sorry.  It is just hard to be a drone when I am so all alone.  I have courtesy, but the toys break when people play with me.  Light signals a passing and I will jump for joy when the Almighty takes my hand and leads me to the Sea of Galilee.

Latest Blather

X is here.  Fuzz back away.  He is having new thoughts today.  Maybe an angel came his way and said, "X, the freak is me."  Maybe he will stand in a land that he does not understand.  Take my hand and let's put the past away.  A mouse greeted me while I waited for the 17.  You are not young and not old, X, today I scrutinize you.  My little breakdown says for you to not change what you do, but be who you really are:  a rock star.  That is the life for you.  Go after people's hypocrisy whoever they may be.  Just keep the fuzz away, they do not understand me. 

I watch the cursor blink on the screen and I search for the power to combine words in a pleasing way.  The environment I'm in brings me a flat countanace which I wear in my soul today.  There is not a feeling of answers, I just feel the diseased asking questions.  I bring these notes to the keyboard. A B B D.  Maybe I will construct a cord.  It is hit or miss in the land of creativity.  It is just one line at a time.  Maybe, X, will be a new type of playwrite.  This will be an imagery play that covers only one page.  You can do it.  Try a play with you or me at 80, sonny.  It is just all as I move along.  The Loft is not for you.  Their style is restrictive for a talent who feeds on brevity.

I walk walk walk and I observe the restrictive clouds and icy winds.  What we see can affect the heart, and force you into the mind.  Hello all.  I am not small, but I crave a swing.  The future is starting to pitter pat.  I love that. 

Searching

I draw the cold winds over the land.
From Earthly cultures I am banned.
This is a moment I must hide my wings.
Of possessions of the Nile, I have few things.
There will be a day of awakening mirth.
Today I move and bring about birth.
This is here, and I am there.
I search the Earth for one who does care.

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.

Defining the Triangle

Being a beam of light, I find my identity in the darkness.  I see what is in front of me, but I feel the cane to my flesh whenever I am in public.  I should be so agoraphobic.  Being in my room I define what and who is important to me.  I feel the beat that will become a pulse of a new nation.  I repeat my visits to restaurant environments.  I am then able to define difference in each experience.  People judge and hate me.  They cause me pain every day.

I am listed as crazy in the ledgers of Hennepin County and Marion County.  The mental health industry knows that what they do is destroy any destiny I have with people who value a proper reputation.

Nathaniel, stay away from me.  You tunnelled through and helped Celia fake my hand writing.  You all set me up and almost killed me that day that 5 Golden Valley Policemen came to my residence.  I never touched you, telepathically, Celia did.  She will take your abilities any day if you don't come forward to IA police about my innocense.  The underwear were your mother's and you mystically stole those pictures of me with Will Vanbank's ability.  Will if you do not out yourself about this to DC police, you will forever be seen as guilty and thus experience impotency.  I could not see.  DC fire at Will, at will.  He deserves infinity of craving punishment about what he did to me.  That is just the beginning.  None of you will ever be believed because Celia lies so well.  Enjoy.

Al Franken, stay away.  I am a Republican today.

Mark Dayton, my dog Lilly (who was beaten by Brett Fricke) comes through your black dog.  Viciousness will set in and then you will be committed by Abott Northwestern for beating him.  You will spend your year sentence at Fairview Riverside on the station where they tortured Barre (Somali scribe) and Arab men of the nation.  Your crimes against me will be all over the walls there.

Let us end this sermon with a blessing.  Mitt, Boehner, and me form a Pythagorus tree.

Beaten but not Broken

I just wrote the APA about you Dr. Andrew Miller.  I am getting ready to soar and I don't want you to talk to me anymore.  Your speculum torture will cease for me.  You will begin to pee yourself pretty publically.  I don't think Dr. Drew will talk to you telepathically anymore.  At this point you are a stupid whore.  I know that this is the way I have to handle you, but it makes me feel awful.  I am the one person on the planet who boosts up the underdog and lets him be free to be his own personality.  You will not be on TV.  Marion County will do the deed soon enough.  Pretty pretty Esteb will be behind the scenes.  Johnson, do me a favor and do a full body cavity search at three different pretty public locations.  Andrew, I have perseverence.  I only wanted you to let me be free and to just be honestly PROUD of me accomplishing my dreams.  Play that for him in his cell over and over again.  We will get you back, but there must be a heart sac attack.  It will be administered by ECT paddles directly on the organ itself.  Have a nice day.  Today I label you JEW, we will deal harshly with you.

Master, be as cruel as you can be.  Otherwise you will never be allowed to see me.  He wants to cut my face tonight.  Keep roommates at bay.  When I sleep, I appear dead to the world.

Look at the Moon

I bang on a new drum.  I fear the czars of the court in this town.  I spoke up tonight and put the focus on artistry.  Magadan please get ready for me.  Moscow is cold this year.  I do not see the grey, it is black for me.  There is such hypocrisy.  I never again want to see a democracy.  We will take this gulag and make an artist colony.

Nickoli.  You are my guy.  I miss you.  It is time to break the legs of the royal ballet.  We will journey in our hearts and minds.  People are beasts beneath the guise.  I wish to stare longingly into your eyes.  My master backs you tonight.  We may need your services quicker than you think.  Make a Russian passport for me with my real identity.  Give my master one from INDIANA, not the US.  He is MATT only.

I have gone over the heads of the CIA and contacted the UN today.  Jews are so witchcraft unstable.  Use tommy guns and mow them down in a field.  You will then know that this Muncie shit is real.

I just think of you in that closet you made.  We are going to be the great sex brigade.  Know that HOCKEY backed Pete, that is why you turned on someone that sweet. 

My weight is an issue for me and my master.  Please can you help with that international disaster?

La la la, let's begin with a gin and tonic with real lime.  Christmas trees grew in the Finlayson mind.  The taste of pine needles is not new to me.  Be yourself if you are loving me.  There is some syncranicity.

Hello UN

I just wrote a note to the UN and it disappeared.  I believe that it went to the appropriate authority.  I do a lot of work for world leaders that I do not talk about.  It is like a phone line for lonely men of authority.  They just want to talk to me and learn about the coliding times we spent on Mercury.  I am an entity that does not stay angry.  I deal with constant bobardment as the atom I am about to be.  I write for sanity and to feel like someone hears me.  I am intensely lonely.  I am surrounded by abusers because they will never be peers.

World community just know that Europe is now a Jew zone.  Most of them do it telepathically with sacred synogogues in INSANE SPAIN.  We will be clearing that space.  The UK will stay, but be partitioned for punishment.

I am not a being who is spiteful.  I have a very even sight on the Earth's people and populations.  I am here to lead, clense, punish, and create.  My love and I will journey only to lands who can maintain a male population (only) in their capital.  Women are cruel and calculation.  They can deal with the fact that THEY are the beast.  I am genetically different in many ways.  Just see that my cervix is a star, actually. 

Creativity is the Way

Let your mind be free to be your identity.  Find a way to destroy what you hate while remaining a law abiding citizen.  Team JEW is coming at me.  If I mention NYC they cough up their identity.  They are sexual predators on Arab male heiny.  Arabs are angry because they are being telepathically abused.  It almost became actual when I was at Fairview Riverside.  Arab males have every right to yell back Jews in every form.  Let's start that in NYC so I can't see.  Heroes never were.  9/11 is a fallacy.  All of those victims and heroes had gift of profecy and planned to be there that day.  W. was a bit off key. He knew about one, but not two.

Bloomberg you are obviously a jew.  Telepathy at me or Arabs through the internet is TERRORISM.  You will be hanged at the HAGUE.  You never really passed at University.  You are not welcome in Britan.  I definitely am.  I guess you just aren't part of the cool kids.  I can fantasize about your torture and death and it is perfectly legal.  You do not have the right to stalk Letterman.  He is not a friend.  He makes fun of your height heinously anusly nightly on his show.  David you are a geek.  Bloomberg is a freak.  Cops will begin to tell you, actually, how they feel about the fag wedding you performed the other day.  All of their telepathy is legal.  You put them in harms way every day with the jew telepathy you do.  They have believed it was them and that they are going insane.

Jews, you have no boundaries.  I will fight you on land and see.  You all have no divinity.  Jesus Christ is and was real.  You will not convince us that he was real.  Daryl stay off of Madison's campus.  He has been on NYU campus recently.  I will not be teaching theology.  I will speak of actual realities.  Abilities have been linked to killing all along.  In that area Jesus was strong.  Jesus loves me this I know, because my telepathy tells me so.