Daisies of the Free

Signs are merging and melding and demonry is about to go fullblown.  I breathe the knowledge of the French countryside into my melting lungs.  I find you fresh, Phillipe.  I find you devout, Jean Paul.  Every letter of the law is there for you. When you are done, wash it away.  Find me in the garden with daisies in my hair.  I hold a book to my bossum.  It is the chicanery of VanGogh years ago.  It has too much mercury.  Your eyes are what my brain cells need.  You are muse 53.  I will devour you with a sheer sheet underneath your feet.  You are the mystery.  Together we are history.  Confabulation is every nation.  Be sweet and do what you need.  Even the horses have started to scare me.  Funny things are not around me.  Comedy is for when I have found me.  Angels in the architecture, there are none.  Be careful to always carry a gun.  Alone in your studio, I take down my bun.  Constables need to stay away.   They terrify me today.

Conversation Polite

I walk away and say hey.  You ignore.  That is rude.  I now make you French ogar.  The jew in you has been nosy rude long enough.  I skate with the wet snow as to the busstop I do go.  There are things I do not want to see.  Obviously you think you are some sort of diety.  The short bus takes me to the mall properly.  We stop infrequently.  Nathan comes through you.  I guess he was always a jew like you.  This little Nazi bundles herself up in a noire coat and looks around for a goat.  That is all she wrote.  My oatmeal is served with fresh compote.

That is my get away dreary dreary.  People are brazen with harsh superiority.  I don't see anything so special around me here.  You all should live in fear.  Think like me, you would agree that larceny is rampant around me.  No mystical police.  The fact, just the facts maam.  I keep it clean and find revelry in  the smallest of places.  I do my do, how about you?

You sit there in a chair.  You read a little Dofskyefsky.  There is crime in you and you escape punishment.  Maybe you did away with your companion because he hurts your head.  No soul behind those eyes.  You are the man and so you ask to fill the seat across from me.  Your feet begin to play with my feet today.  You speak of union, but I cannot commit.  I need my privacy before I can mate properly.  There are no guards who protect me, and I have no stay away ability.  That was Death and he is now the opposite for me.  Please do not mistake him for French because he is so arrogant, rude, and has no boundaries.  Let us just sit here, JeanPaul and feel the heat rise from our knees.  You are brilliant and I am not a slouch.  I smile and I know it is time me to go.  Talking with you rings of tunnel through.  I am completely bored with you.

Drifting Under Dark Clouds

They are boarish in the sun.  I know that they had a gun.  They just wanted to have some fun.  I live travelling at a tempered run.  You see another reality that can be.  You are here to stop it for me.  There is tumult under the everyday shuffle.  I see all your parts, but there are pieces that are missing.  I am here to relax, but I deal with constant attacks.  Star Wars is a frenzy, this is planned deceit and defiling of hierarchy.  He holds my hand to say, it won't happen today.  I just walk away and prepare for the pain.  Long time, no revolution.  It is okay what they do and say.  A flower will not make it up to me.

Down on our knees we see their disease.  My arms circle and my face touches the sky.  There is a negativity that is France.  You are about to not be.  None of you actually know me.  The he of torture outright still says he he he.  His rapture is the day to day destruction of me.  I believe I will be free, but not today.  The pain is so intense.  I should have lost my sanity by now.  I stay present in the moment and breathe through the pain, and that has never happened.

I feel like this is crap today.  Lies of divinity prove that they are not.  I don't think that any of you are hot.  I go on my way and very much watch what I say.  Tribunals stare as they look me in the eye.  I do not criticize others ways.  That is demonry for witchcraft.  Be silent while she lies completely.  Her telepathy is like a heartbeat today, not me.  Conversational style for me is proper and then casual.  I will not be used by upper hierarchy to feel their pain every day.  Because I have in the past, you feel a little pain/ shame today.  It does not make you human.  Get me out of here already.  There are vultures and thieves at my back.  You all can keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack.

I just worked through an imposed agitation.  It is use of the triad mechanism.  Figure it out.  I think that the "dysfunction" of my family is starting to become obvious.  Just keep the characters to that Russian novel anonymous, but not free.  There is no strength in ritualism, only deceit and cruelty.  It is the sadistic prediliction of Ogar.  Read all about it.  It may be you someday.  Tolstoy is a boy.  It is time for him to have some fun today at everyone's expense, but mine.

You see me there.
You ask for the free chair.
I nod, but I do not speak.
I saw you in here all week.
Razors split you retinas.
Your tongue lashes out as a snake.

The Hills Are Alive

Pieces drop and I must move away.  I find life a painful university with no J term.  Threats in the air like a smoggy Phoenix day.  Even Delta refuses to pretend to fly.  All of the eagle eyes in one family.  It almost looks Tibetan in malady.  I move to shake myself free of their malady.  My thoughts move in a manuever like birds by the Eifel Tower.  I will take a cord at midnight and jump without regret.  Merci becomes mercy to me.  Eyes that paralyze whisper soft tres belle sentiments.  There is no thought of sex.  It is conversation about the melody he left for me en ma couer.  I love your ecstacy about my memory.  Can't we see your traveling companion as a bird.  He will see and we can be free to be a rose, only one rose.  Do not listen to my brother in your head.  You know the fucker should be dead.  You tried with me, and now we are free.  The breed is Arabian.  His name is RJS Royal Salton.  You eyes see the brown of my coffee in your sink.  A moment and it goes away.  I will do your dishes today.

Give him a moment with me.  Sight is right.  You are rifle.  I make you sniper in Russia today.  It will be archer by Calhoun tomorrow.  Sensuality is the Anael behind your eyes of grace.  J'adore ton crit.  There is a herd that we can follow or we can find the one that is lame and you can show me your fame.  You grab my hand and he can see.  He wants to see your authority.  Dreams are in my eyes.  My hair is a cascade of Germany.  This is where it gets sharp.  Yank the leash of family jealousy and arrogance behind your eyes.  It holds me down and I quickly bid adieu.  It was very nice to meet you.

In this moment I put words on the page.  I now know there is no sage, only rage.  If you want me, you can find me left of center down the street.  Chemistry is building in me and I need the cops and workers kept at bay so I can be madeline for a day.  Leve les mains.  Vous etes tres intelligent.  Je m'appelle Hope.  I did not speak of any personal things.  This made it improper to exchange names.  I will call you Jean Paul et Phillipe.  My memory stores many moments.  This was pleasant.  Let us keep it that way.  I'm not into drug culture.  Do not approach me to mule in a different way for you.  That makes you both hepped up losers.

The brush explores the page as you support me from behind.  Red is for me and magenta is for you.  He walks in and it turns black immediately.  Jealousy is a telekinetic revolution.  I take green with my pointer finger and issue thoughts from the sky. It is okay to feel, but do not disturb my concentration.  An emotion is evolving on the page.  I am my own creature.  No one is related to who I am and what I will be.  He is having jealousy.  Phillipe stand by the vent.  Explain what it feels like in french. A watery rainbow of french tulips dances on to the page.  You are filled with rage and grab me too tight.  Jeff is in the vicinity so you strangle me white.  Burdens of families all over my dead body.  All colors of everywhere color even my hair.  You leave me lying there.  I wake up a week later on a mountaintop in Tibet.  I just start wondering in a white sarong as a lost voodoo pet.

Eucolyptis for the Koala

Hang in a backbend as the leapords stare.
Maybe it is your soft clean hair.
Koala bean you stare to infinity.
What will your actual supper be?
Maybe you can find some eucolyptis on that eucolyptis tree,
You posing and hunting there is so free.
Pi r squared is what you see,
It comes from the eucolyptis tree.
I will call you Phil,
Phil of geomitry sees me as a thrill.
Being high and holy every day is not run of the mill.
Be careful around Lolitas or they will put YOU on the pill.

French Implaments of Artistry

I would love to present a room with a view, but instead I feel locked in a closet.  People around me are tsunami level insanity.  They push it on me, knowingly, because I have no net to carry me out of their abuse and duplicity.  My processing centers concentrate on the now and I try to entertain fluidity about their immorality.  I live in a way that you all judge as not okay.  The reality is the opposite.  All of you are cruel and bizarre toward me, and find sexual release from the intense pain I feel every day.  I never get away for even just a moment.  You are all about to become your demonry and make all sin a matter of every moment of every day.

I do not write a sermon today, and I sit quietly at Caribou to escape the cries of government and religion.  The matters of which they speak are fairly across the board opposite from their telepathy.  I am good and you are not.  You can say the opposite over and over and it will not make it true.  Interviews betray your mentallity.  Soon the gates will open and brutality will be your every day.  Cruelty will intensify as you all actually start to feel fear, then pain, and finally shame.  I suggest you stop faking it now, little eyes are watching and they have heinous ability.  Daddy if you say you are going to play, YOU ARE GOING TO TODAY!!!

I sit on the edge of a deep goodnight and I see the swallow lift the air in the midst of their hypocrisy.  I find me thrown onto a limb, but they pull me to infinity.  They are cold, but their act is mercy.  Being equivolent to mud every day, I see little that I like in the mirror.  The doors are closed, but the houses begin to tremble.  All know.  I now just place a sign on my body that read GET AWAY in Egyptian. 

Language is the key.  The key is French to me.  The divinities speak to me actually and then look away as they play.  The French mentallity is sweet chocolate of days with razors finishing off the tray.  It is sensual to many, but this quail is tired from the journey and the two of you do not excite me.  Je ne parle pas francais avec toi.  Je bensoin un petite ami, mais not toi.  The burlesque way you say adieu brings sounds of melody to finger tips.  I see a reality of a flowing canal in your memory.  Green and white ecstacy is there for you when I glide along the mall.  I do not call to you, I speak steadily and you both answer me.  Work on your artistry, daily.  I see water color painting.  Find the you that is distinct from your royal we.

I love your eyes.  They paralyze. Separate energy bodies before you become one bizarre ogar on form.  Run in the night, in your mind, in the streets of downtown.  The time of werewolfery is encroaching.  Eat petite or appetite will embrace you for eternity.  Jump to the top of the tree as it bends and howl a weighted billow.  Freedom in mind is actual.  Once you met me, your journey of amazed artistry and slavery began.  It is not me.  You devour me politely and just say bein sur.

Whispers to Scottland Yard Crew

I wind my way through the city and find myself here.  You are a lord at the gate and parliment is definitely in session.  They call for you to have twinkle toes.  Your guardmate brings thru the New York City Ballet.  He met a young dancer yesterday.  Maybe he should keep his paws in his pocket before the hounds are released completely.  Smell this shirt.  She is a flirt.  Kill her in the morning when the light is just right.

Your thoughts are morbid and your veins are turgid.  I invite you in, but your sense is devoted to dominance of the Democratic Party.  A panther may come in to view and chase your heartrate up to 170.  Be verbose about people you know and keep your subject away from me.  You are permanantly angry about Muncie.  It makes no sense and you believe wrongs are right against me and only me.  Well time is about to be a memory.  Keep your feet in the cement in NYC and an double amputation is near.

I try to work with a vision forming every day.  I know that I am not welcome in any colony.  I know that police love the pain that they cause me.  You are all demonry, thus no academia or artistry will come from yee.  You all will never be pretty or thin.  You have no idea the trouble you are in.   You set your tazer to laser and you walked away.  Eating while working is wizardry.  I learned of this early.  Coroners will not come here.  When the bodies hit the floor, it will be ambulances that drive them away and take them whereever they feel like it that day.  The body count will always be blamed on police.  That is the Bloomingon Police Department.  No investigation, only jail time.  It all goes through the IA of Scottland Yard that day.  Bobbies are on their tippie toes today.  They have a love for what I say to royalty every day.  I do not pick up the line.  They are demonry since the beginning of time.

I guess my mind is in the foothills of the Hylands today.  Nessy nestles a youngling in the Loch Loaman chain.  I love the imagery of she with a loving one at her side.  She will never be a bride, but now she is a mystical birth mother for eternity.  It is scarey in that other realm.  It is time for her and her tiny being to step into reality and be an imagisaur in body.  Matter really does matter.  It is okay.  You can call her Hope if you want to.  Gorrilla's agree I have mystery and grace.  They love my permanantly pale face.

Walking in the Dark and Dreary Mist

I feel a little confused today, and a little disconnected.  The lines in my mind are a little razor sharp.  The beings around me beam with their own hypocrisy, and I feel a little timely fear.  My toes are firmly grounded in the soil of deeper destiny, but I do feel the negativity and it ignites doubt in my heart of the grand plan condition.  The reality of goodness is now known to be nil and obsolete.  I don't see guides in my zone, I rather tip toe in a gloomy hallway lined with an anachronistic wardrobe.  Maybe the lion will find me and we can frolic in an old burned out WWII structure.  Hatred is a laser beem pointed at me for infinity.  My fatigue is palpable and it paints my life for eternity.

I sit on this friday night and I see a moon above a flatland rising with a pale pink hue.  It says to me that it knows me and that the existing reality is about to see finality.  I have slaved and there is reason I needed to see the worldwide treason.  I will be a baby in a bassonet next to the ogars who have enslaved me.  I will find a tall tree and they will place me at the base.  My soft cry will become a telepathic lullaby.  Lullaby and goodnight.  Please have the animals in the glen do what is right.  All of the rage my way set me on fire today.  The pain of my travels yesterday has laced my mind with a disonant exhaustion.

The people I see are all demonry.  They do not respond to the realities.  They move awkwardly, and I find them too fiscally mean.  The saber that they all carry comes my way savagely ripping me open.  They want to talk tick tock, and all they think about is cock.  It is disgusting and traumatic.  I just try to exchange pleasantries, and the beast still stalks me to the nth degree.  I am almost invisible.  My pain brings pleasure to the mighties and malice shoppers all around.  Eton see me and bring me an apple.  I will cloak you with a cape.

Porcelin Dolls

Accords now become discord now that the world knows the deceit of the higher educational system, the military, and law enforcement.  Tap tap tap, it's all crap.  Word does not match deed or mentality.  The reality of me in an environment is cordial acumen for all of it.  I knew not the reality and had no telepathy.  I just competed with the people in front of me.  In college, I was exhausted all of the time.  The evil of wizardry graded my test for me and took my dreams away.

Villians in this tale is every community who came through and did nothing about my family.  I could not see ritualisms in my environment and I had no telepathy.  My therapy was always deceit and that woman was so diseased along with Abott "University."

The time is now.  I have worked for change here and abroad with a heart of batik.  The methods are secret even to me.  If you all continue to tunnel thru voodoo all you will be left with is a shit eating grin.  Be kindness and see the military of my blindness.  I am astute and my methods of study can be cute, thus  bang bang you blow me away.  You all will be able to actually feel any day. 

Lemon u r not a star.  Keep your CNN pie hole silent on and off air about MN at all or every industry will come your way.  Recombinant DNA is what I say.  It may unwind at any moment leaving your pants painting the ground red.  The use of blood in this way is wizardry, I can write it because I am baby vampiric.  Don't try this at home, or things will explode and no one will care that you are not in that chair.

I look to Syria and say I know that all these shots of children is because they are your next meal.  We don't want to hear about it.  We will show a tank instead.  Burn your own flame.  We are out of money for this game.  You see our troups as hot sexy.  They won't be anymore.  They are what they fuck, thus they are all gay and bulldyke today.  Cut that scene and print the movie of a windblown plastic bag.  I do do do what I can, but u r all Afghanistan.  Maybe I will get a lead today from Eyes of Blue.  How do you do?  There is blue eyed boy, the police chief's little toy who works in Nestle cookie shack.  Keep the wolves at bay or he will play every day.  I was polite and pulled fraternity through to give him a musky exchange.  Rut is every day around me.  I stopped the ICP conversion, and let this reindeer run free. 

Eyes you make me sick, but I am polite and creative for all of you.  I really believed in freedom in Muncie.  I won my court case after taking a month long beating all by myself.  Seizures like that are not normal.  On tape, they just left me there for about a half an hour.  Health conditions are my mother's cup of tea.  I am actually 100% disease free after enduring infinity witchcraft.  I am good.  It is a healthy thing to be.  You are all 100% diseased.  Just wait until you see the sexual disease cancer that you are all developing.  Caribou will make fun of all of you.  You are all boring, over rated witches.  You are all stupid borish bitches, and the world hates all of you.  I live in poverty and you are all free.  WHy don't you just witchcraft change the constitution today to deport all immagrants for sex crimes.  Oh that's right, that's what we are going to do to all of you.  You never know where or when.  CIA-later.