The Reality a Harbor Seal can See

I had to fight the disruption of melody to hear the screaming me on the other side. What my defenses sang was brevity for a damn inside of me. There was loss I could not see, and it was in the shape of a mandela. Being entity not fit for eyes to see, I had to hide one side of me, and he was he. I came into the malady of material as both sides of the coin in one. My father sliced masculine and I remained feminine with a little of that side hidden away. It is time to say today that a third eye like me does emerge under stress, but I am not Klingon. My face can shift to fit tunnel through entity to a certain degree. My cervix is formed to fight Bethlehem and it is a star in me. My voicebox is actually hard for you to see. If you want me, you can find me left of center on the street. I do not speak of these freakish dimensions in my body. I just want to be me, and have opportunity to be sweet. All these aspects of me have been documented by science with a ho hum, nothing to see here. Of course I would love to be special, but I am terrified of the movie E.T. All of the plastic, and cold scientific affect. I am part of no home or society. My bloodlines are unique and my pass key is almost wizardry. THEY have to want you on their property to be there. It is the science of Elizabeth. I have participated in sports, but all of it is just an analogy to their brutality. See yourselves as mean, because GOOD is about to rise. Soon there will never be a caress you can feel. All of this is really real.