Csarina is Me

I now sit in Starbuck's in the Mall of America.  I ate for a little while with Eton and talked about history.  Eyes of Blue, I was thinking of you.  I believe that you were Csar Nicholas II.  You were Russian Vampire in that lifetime.  The caridge you were mowed down in was an indication of vampirism.  Their weight is actually held by the vampires in the vehicle.  Lady Di is about to be devoured in the sky because she had a satanistic society viewing her in a very public caridge ride on tv.  Her escort was vampiric and she was not.

I also look at the werewolfery of Eton and I know those eyes are Polish gypsy.  He is Raspbutin and he was actually from Poland.  He was and will be a gypsy for eternity.  He has the strongest psychic gift on the planet, thus he can see everybody.

The csarina used his gift thus was not there that day.  I believe that she is still alive, but looks famously old with protruding veins on face and forhead due to lack of blood.  She is a pariah north of Moscow.  I believe it is time for you and I Nickolai.  Put the bitch 6 feet under or Rasbutin will rise and ruin what is left of the world economy.  He is glaring at me vampirically, telepathically.  Secure him a food source outside of the energetic food of the Mall of America.  He is about to go very werewolfery, but view for posterity vampirically.  Nonsense is the ware that he peddles.  It is wizardry and he is a master.  If he forgots things he will make new shit up.  He will teach the nonsense of my grandfathers and I can close that book for eternity.

So Mr. Brady I believe that you were a knight in this system and your eyes did paralyze.  You cannot meet me or see me until you have spent some time paralyzed in Sing Sing prison.  When you can waltz properly, you can go free.  No more football for eternity.  In prison you can use your eagle eye to find and torture men from my past.  Be careful about Laci.  He is herpes infinity.

Eli you were a Russian Jew.  You were a flesh trader in that kingdom.  You were, and are, cruel, brutal, and mean.  You have your own flesh to deal with.  You are no longer almighty.  You should have taken care of the threat that is my brother years ago.  It would have taken just a little public social cruelty to turn the tables and to begin new associations.  He is Czar Peter.  Like now, he was down low like Csar Nickolai is today.  I met this man in an incomplete form, at Coaches in Indy.  He is about your age.

Russia is a land of incompletes.  I respect that and stay away.  I just honor their history today.  At the Nickolis era, witchcraft had taken over the land in the USA, thus a csar could not rise.  By placing these individuals in russia, we established an empire that could balance and fight back against arrogant american "democrasy".  Dominanace for white males would have not even feigned an existance and reproduction would have become impossible.

I see russia as a place I am free to be royalty without resistance.  I can retreat with Nicolai into his tomb and we can form a scene mystically in this incubation chamber.  Baby is me.  We will unravel the curtails and destroy the blinds of american hypocrisy.  Nickolai I am ready to be sweet daily and to have only you touch me.  I will just say in this forum that who you were was a minor threat when you bedded me.  I wasn't ready for your history.  We did not make love, we passed the time physically with no connection.  Hockey was your albatros.

Creating Master Moments

I am moving through the community and I feel strongly that this is the time of voodoo.  What that means to me is animosity, a whole new anger rage my way.  There is a deadening of emotion, especially positive ones.  I just keep doing my daily schedule and it moves through.  Vicinity is just a beginning.  Wrong right wrong right right.  Crowds are deceit.  I just drowned my strawberry shortcake doll in the arctic ocean of my McDonald's Large diet coke.  Her hair is blue.  That is voodoo.  The Colt's used to think they were the shit, but I doubt they do today.  Reggie Wayne has always been schitzophrenic and you all sided with him on me being crazy.  Breakout, Reggie, you WERE voodoo.  Now you are nothing.  The streets are mean and you will never be clean.  So Reggie's favorite drink is Liquid Cocaine.  He is completely boring and borderline personality deceitful.  Reggie u needed to just say hi and be respectful that day.  Now the Police are retarded and will never regain their honor and dignity.

So my little drowning girl is a new voodoo doll that can suffer to eternity. It begins with white female menstration, not depending on age.  Grandma in the sky, how doe it feel for real?  My doll has no name.  I am enjoying my drink as her little stawberry shortcake lips scream in pain.  I am the God of the seas, you are all diseased.  Suffer for infinity (put your name here).  This doll floats but none of you will.  Swimming is a lot of ability.  Glug glug glug for all of the.  This being of gravity, me, is exponential in the water.  Sharky sharky.

I guess Indy is in vicinity.  I am not going back there without a signed contract.  Mitch Daniels must be dealt with in the violent manner you all choose.  He goes at KKK today.  He's such a pussy.  LD just show yourself to him, actually, and he will pee himself publically for eternity.  I feel things are focusing in vicnity, but I'm still having to drown girly dolls in McDonalds.  It is a public torture technique that is so scary sweet.  Oh I love my toes, LD you broke my nose that day.  I think it healed up properly all by myself.

White woman witches are about to duel very publically with WITCHDOCTORS.  Ladies, you are nothing, because DEATH is me.  In that realm they are not free.  They are about to be.  Your social stricture does not work on them, ladies.  Degradation of white female authority is their focus.  I give them a bow and they will take aim.  I work in anonymity and your hypocrisy about race is not lost on this crew.  Maybe I am losing my memory, but it is worth it.  I'll just keep using especially my cerebellum and I will be okay.

Nothing Reality

There is a sense of reeling that I am feeling today.  I try to write through it.  As I sit here KOMODO threatens this and that.  I have anxiety about being so fat.  Everything twists and turns and I wish for a clearing.  The NFL of Sunday gives way to the blank slate of Monday.  I move through and find the blade of all nations evisorating my identity.  I know that the man had a gun in back, but I just walked away.  Psychos in vicinity.  Let's kill the idea of infinity.

People behind the scene in Indy.  Andy I am not any industry and I don't wish to be.  Drink a glass of wine for me and I will stick to Diet Vanilla Coke.  You were boss in your mind, but I think my new VOODOO aquaintance has found her niche in that felon LGC crew.  You have no excuse for your abuse.  Judgement is cruel and brisk in reality.

I don't wish to be with anybody.  I wish to be myself.  I want to wakeup without witchery all over me, and with no pain and fatigue.  Purity is reality.  Avarice is your reality.  It is neither professional nor sweet.  Civil Rights do stand and so she can move around freely every day.  There is a kingdom come, but now I am extremely numb.

See me yes, but touch me no.  I have a bit of vertigo.  I am not part of any show.  Freeze all the pressure to achieve will give way to the reality of the feed.  Vipers on the perifory are coming for all of yee.  Do nothing lest they record and report you to police.  My thought is a bit brief and loose.   The result is me sitting at the bar in Bearcats, Indianapolis with a beer.  It is a memory and now I am at least free to say it.  Alan Parker has done the deed, and now he appears more zombie than dead.  Voodoo is afoot thus I keep clean and relate to all scenes.  It is all just brilliant imagination, right?  None of my pain is real.  Well ladies of witchery and demonry, that is not the case.  I have sensitivity to the nth degree.  Pain pain insane pain.

Looking into the Sun

Having my head pitched that way, can almost lead to sorcery.  I met with a group today and saw the rays emanating from a wee entity.  I think he is Rumi.  He is actually Japanese.  Quiet, but mighty, and always recording.  Any place I am, understand that I am clean and you all get to be what you want to be.  My future is fixed in the rocks washed smooth and clean by the tide.  Today I barely speak and almost ceased ability to journey to infinity.

Rumi tell me who you want to be.  I want to rock the tide and engulf the sea.  Okay I will not look away.  I think I am gay when you speak that way.  I am female and you are ambiguous about me only.  Others cease to be reality.  Find me a peach to which I can teach.  That is me.  I listen and frame culturally. Designs of your mind are multimedia art to me.   I am sorry.  The Walker is me.  That is okay, I am here today.  Lessons teach me of thee and dignity.  I write for you a new holographic poetry.  It is beyond imagery and is about to be a scene actually. I believe you have much up your sleeve.  Please stay away with the knavery and chicainery.  I am slow to stop taking what you need.  Flourish not if you come my way.  Protect your shoelace today and guard against government impingement of our liberty.  Ok I go away.

Marks of the Sun

Today is brilliant in its bright sunshine.  I feel as if I am dull, but opening to the rays.  Explaining my experience is what I aspire to.  Not knowing all of you gives me some anonymity.  The sunshines shines for all of you too.  What will you do with this energy today?

Things are coming together and telepathy is begin to converge with verbal speech on people on tv.  They are about to line up and then telepathy will cease due to lack of use.  The entities who will do the separation need personal segregation, and then they will torture through infinity tunnl thru simaltaneously.

It is difficult to write today.  Concentrating is aggravating.  I know malady in this vicinity.  I sit and transmute the energies.  I should have such frailty.  My brain still works and I do comprehend. 

A bird chirps and flies to the balcony.
I can see the inner malady.
Challanging things evolves in to change.
People in the world call me strange.
Doomed by the infinity of enemies.
I work to form origin entities.

Breaking it Down

I try dig deep for inspired thought today, but I feel like my mind is snagged on a rock in a stream.  The distance between artistic expression and academic thought is sometimes more vast that I originally believed.  People find thoughts threatening due to the systemized evil of our world.  You all want to continue to be hateful, mentally dull beings.  I will continue to move and write every day, even if not much comes through from my higher self.

 Religions can keep their satanistic technique, but this little philosopher refuses to play and pay anymore.  You all know what you are doing and so I just walk away and write about the injuries.  There will be no police inquiry.  The beasts of the force are now marked for incarceration.  FBI will be next.  Kabbalah is all of you.  We will throw you off a plane to land in Jeruselum.  You all can duke it out there.  Insanity and vanity will be topped off by diagnosed mental retardation.  G-man means gay man.  Enjoy the mocking for eternity.

You all don't understand basic consepts and you wish to humiliate me.  Bring it on. Any one of you.  I will take your ritualistic harm and retarded telepathy while I expound on any theory you put in front of me.  I am confident now.  I guess I am just the lonesome loser.  I'm a loser, but I still keep on trying.

Just to put it in writing, all your thoughts are your own.  A person goes behind your eyes and accentuates hostility toward innocense.  None of you would know that state, innocense I mean.  Suggestions may arise from past acts.  You are responsible for every act you have ever done and word and telepathy you have ever had.

So I am noticing that black male telepathy is starting to come across as almost retarded. Whites will keep their mouths shut and will go schitzophrenic.  If they speak, they will be labeled psychotic.  Black males will be able to relate verbally in a normal way, but need to stay from politics or academia.  Public ridicule will take their confidence and thus abilities into the basement.  What you have allowed toward me, will come to be for all of yee.

Affinity to this Vicinity

I am taking in the energy at McDonald's in Richfield.  At all locations, asians are increasing their numbers.  That is interesting to me.  This zone has me alone in the equations in my head.  Can equality be around me?  If c stays the constant for the velocity of light, then E=mc squared can stand.  Light has begun to bend a bit instead of following a straight line.  Eventually realms will be flat and disconnected.  Earth will no longer exist as a spherical planet.  It will be an idea with environment formed by abilities in that community.

I move through my life and break down the population in vicinity.  I evaluate people's relational style and abilities of all nations.  Today I will say that asians in a flat plane become Chinese.  Longitude fills out at the ends and latitude condenses a bit.  Geography becomes philisophy, and all must deal with Diety.  I evaluate Yao as the master servant who will never be king.  His feet will be size 7 mens.  His mouth will forever remain open.  No one will mistake his size or the ruby red firey look in his eyes.  Osteoporosis will set in and he will think regret from Muncie, but have no feeling.  Others of his deathy army will concede and feel pain and educate people into feeling shame.

So my Grandfather King was a mystery of history.  Very recently I realized that he was a tunnel thru for Mao Tse Tung.  He could speak a little Chinese telepathically which was dangerous to all nations, thus military removed that ability.  He portaled to The Great Wall and found a secret passageway.  It is a tomb room of bleach white bones.  G-pa that was The Huns.  They were broadcasting of the day.  They could yell in a mountain vicinity and it went out telepathically, thus making a telepathic voice in the population's heads.  It basically obeyed the order of the nation, but did reach The Philipines.  The voice was English as it is today.  Russia definitely stayed away.  My G-pa was Walter Cronkite tunnel thru.  Tonight he may go thru any of you white males in the industry.  Watch out because he is definitely creepy.

Til Kingdom Come

I sit here at McDonald's contemplating the actions of the people and the interlocking with vicinity.  There is pain in this space.  I move forward to see it through.  My awareness of taste adjusts with the meal that I am eating.  I tend not to breathe very much when I eat here.

All are insanity because they do ineffective things over and over and expect a different result.  Ritualism is literally retarded and tops today is Mr. Dick Cheney.  He has satanistic deceit with a man in Hennepin County Jail tied to my apartment.  Dick, it just actively says you are schitzophrenic and have been diagnosed with that malady.  I guess you were stupid enough to go to Ball Memorial ER in Muncie.  I am nice until it is not time to be nice anymore.

Whispers of yesterday find my ears frozen to their whims.
I move in the night to find a brave light.
Things are not what they seem and all are mean.
I deal with the dorogatory in my life and society.
Things congeal as evil comes to play.
Ultimately I fight for you to stay away.

Lacing your Fingers Together

I watch and I wait.  I journey with no date.  People begin to overcompensate.  Come to me before it is too late.  I wash away the pain with the tide every day.  The creepy in vicinity gets stronger around me.  I find no divinity only hypocrisy and cruelty.  Why would you be if you did not want to know reality?  The perks of membership are solid, but a bit opaque to screen self from arrogance and brutality.

I am the baby in the buggy.  He pushes me and I let out a swift WEEEEE.  I want to play today Mr. Mazerati.  I forget about my body and become joyful for a minute or two.  Possession is not a reality.  Even me in baby buggy must know demonry is a person's true personality.  If you throw a tantrum, we leave.  We are out for the sunshine and the breeze.  He is diseased and I know the malady.  Today it is my grandpa of Marine.  He comes thru the dominant that is you to beat my face to a bloody pulp.  He bleeds to make me never have my dreams.  His evil is complete.  ICP is now Shriner nation.  In the end all connection will be chains and no alibis will stand.  In the end, this little baby in a buggy observes the court system into obliteration.

You all will see alternate reality, but not me.  Drugs are a hilarious stupidity at this time.  They affect your memory, thus you could be blamed for a crime u didn't commit and believe the fallacy.  None of you are innocent, so u all deserve it.  Bang your head funny funny.  I know me, you all know nobody.

Put the chains on me and I will see your reality which is more grimm every day.  Any judge in my vicinity is more diseased than the infinity.  You all are easy to reveal after I met you for real.  Man of my mind, you are never kind. Blind is arrogance in this time.  Schitzo KOMODO is on to all of you.  Just wait until the Reformation queen has you in the shock treatment chair.  You are all fallacy and you will lose your short term SANITY and have no memory prints.  She knows that I am on to you all.  Your system chewed me up and strung me up in front of everybody.  You harm me daily and you will show your divinity infinity all over you by peeing your self publically, ecspecially the Jeremial Indinana trinity.  I do therapy because u all are crazy and dangerous to me.  I let the here know the there.  Lies are prolific and pornographic.  I will succeed.  I will create a new way for new beings.  You ALL will be in chains one day.  Ignorance of craft is not an excuse.  Indianaland u use me daily.  I go on my way with different and similar people around me every day.  You all tortured me publically.  I have always been innocent.  No one else can claim this to me and make me believe.  Criminal intent is not sexy.  I am tired of legal fallacy on tv.  You fuckers have no idea the actual time and order of court.  I call on ******** to go to Indy actually and oberve, for DA of LA, court 7 and 8 for one week straight (Judge Collins and Judge Nelson).  Watch out for Line Deputy Matt.  He fuckin hates me and beat me, actually in back and in my cell.  Marine up guys (trinity) and give her the tapes of beatings, actually.  I am my own Amnesty.