For You to See

I meet your eyes and feel your stare. I know you not, but I feel immediately. You ellipse our eclipse. I am down you are out. Be with me intellectually. A post is made from a tree. I will give you three. People don't see. I just monkey gunkey liked yee. Free me and yee. I work tirelessly. Deforestation is a myth. Down there they will be. It is for yee and only yee. I brush your knee. New history. It is imagery. You feel for real. I love the beret. Let's go to GERMANY today. Work it and I will get the shot. You me infinity is hot. I beep your nose as you make seat on one knee for me and my kitten who is smitten. She just loves your face. I just love your embrace.

Canary Who Was Swallowed

There is a musket in the back of my mind. I can shoot it at any time. A shot births flowers in the muzzle. I find the reputation of all yous on the planet fictitious. All are so vicious. A time of jihad is to be celebrated not with a shot, but with many a sink hole. Who do we blame and mame for that project? Not me, I am simple and never free. The Rhine is in my ear today. A fine spring lute plays for the rocks that still exist at Stonehenge. Fine whiskey's are the mercy of the mallot. Finding a tunic that fits properly, can even debase the economy. Royal visions are all everybody sees. I am known to be nobody for eternity. Fair is a care for all of yee. I just look forward and find an artistry to draw on, professionally. Today the Rhineland contacted me through a past entity. He sees the fallacy and stalks me actively. Social Security is about to fail. Paul Ryan is the quail. This canary says he can go in the mine if he wants too. I continue to embrace by huffy bike on the way to a triathalon today. Losers are always so boring to listen to. There is method in every corner I clipped, and every wick that I dipped. Times are tough for no entity. I guess this bean is not welcome in any scene. Boy oh boy how mean they are tonight. They have no second sight. They do it all by themselves. Well the tower will stand and I just wish on a star for an alien (male) who cares. That is all I got.

I Feel to Infinity. Your Words Impale and Dehuminize Me.

There is a new drug effect moving through me. It is the effect of PCP. Do not take anything, especially for the next 72 hours. You will then appear retarded, and be actually. It is Sarah Palin's Alaska moving through. It is the effect more fleshed out of military "radio". It is not funny and it is not sweet. It begins with an almost whisper of a word you are thinking actually. I hear nothing, it enhances my thought. You would be tortured within a week. Funny is necessary for me to heal properly. Enemy moves around me like a British round-a-bout. They step on my flow, and poison my jive. It is Jew and Pagan too. My whole life is this destructive singling out for mockery. It would return to them in infiity. Be cool, not cruel. Listen to jazz and hate it as much as I do. Mystical meds and jack crack ain't the soul to deliver. Be empty and rosin up your bow. Place the melody in a box and light it on fire. I am funeral pire. Feel the street beneath your feet, and be gentle to me. Canive no more. Throw water at the floor. Never do the splits, I conquered that valley long ago. Be pregnant with mercy for me, and know the enemy. Linger over a cup of coco, and see Italy remotely. The fallacies are about to be revealed, publicaly. I will stay down low and fight for Republican to be right. Opposite me, vicinity is opposite. They mock me even when I agree. Talk of meds telepathically will be for all of yee. You are all fuckin crazy and you have no creativity. My artistry will set me free. Down with the mockery of me very publically.

Alaska Runnings

I look into the trees and a sasquatch appears. He is light and I am free. I am free to scream is what I mean. Instead I stand by a tree as spector for all to see. Sasquatch is now telekenesis. Todd is sasquatch. Rear view mirror is Sarah. Balance by the hot springs is essential. Fairies all, we just visit. I am eruption from Oahu. Hot springs are thermal threat. Others in vicinity. Disease is the water. We did not see. Alaska is a lot not to see, but we did see the land and the mountain. Danger is every stranger. We came out of that drive alive. Much of the trip was drive and camp. The grey of Canada opened to the raging fires of Alaska. I was shotgun when the Alcan gave way to only bumby gravel. It was not done, but we fell at that point and the land grabbed us again. A little Xena went a long way. It is the all of all who makes all terriers go to sleep. Mine was aglow for the whole show. There are things you see without PCP that others could not grasp in a lifetime. Lilly was FANG and she united with me to be two complete beings that day. No more. Get away.

Finding A Tiger Lilly

In this corner of my room, things make sense to me. I work daily to come to ecstacy. Blows to the head should make me dead. I survived their ecstacy on Oahu. All are less than more. I find the door. Butterfly wings I donn for this Dunn Brothers parade. I keep my heart so covered that I barely see. I hide away the images of pergatory. The reality was hell, actually. I look up at the tree and I paint in my memory. I do not see glory, but I can be happy with a job well done. The echoes of pagan nation are negativity to the nth degree. My soft sandles feel the toil, and till the soil. Soup is a melody, and I make it for free. I move in a domestic way with my braid down my back. Other side attacks and I just have thought of that space. Warlockery tries to impede on my every day. That is not okay, and I am winning. Manifestation of alien nation will not be in my vicinity. My space makes sense, and the morbid readings about the economy stays away from me. I keep it simple, and you are all disruptive. You know me not. Do not speek. It is heracy and then melts into blasphemy. The flags fly in the wind, and I compare myself with nobody. It is easy to see the dichotomy. It is blissful in that state, it is you, society, who is irate. Blocking the excuses, I just walk away and be polite every day. The cauldron has been filled and it is stirring all by itself. Top shelf is what you all see is all of yee. I stay away and you can do what you like today. Magical memories do not exist for me. I see without imagery. You are all not as perfect as Housewives TV show. Mechanasions return for all of you. My weight belies the cruelty of all nations. You will all be hung at noon. They do see your deceit.

Check Out of Hotel California

I sit and listen to the pagan classic, "Hotel California." My mind expanded yesterday to acknowledge that my father was actually cult leader in the 70's. It was the founding of Pagan and was connnected to The Family. It was 1970 and I was born on Oahu. It began with island girls there and then expanded to the states. Time space makes spot contagion in different origin lives. My father then expanded, in MN, to midwives and some nurses. Pagan was observance of me and destruction of all that I stood for. It is the happy destiny of MY FAMILY that will come to be separate from everything and everyone pagan. I am still stalked by this sorority. Today I say, bring it on. Ladies you are all bulldykes now, and pagans will not acnowledge you, but psychiatry will. You are all basically mentally retarded and seriously mentally ill. Have fun with that. I am sanity and always have been. Jews will hunt you for eternity. Dad, vermin. LSD is pagan reality. Giving a baby LSD is against tradition. I was too young, and you were too stupid. So HOTEL is about THE FAMILY. The captain is my father. I am the woman and the beast (slight refrence to Lilly my dog). The hotel is psych hospitalization primarily for pagan females (starting with these nurses and midwife community) after they get violent with me and then the pagan community. It speaks of alibi, thus commiting crimes to drive people crazy by portalling into their bedrooms. The hospital can always lie for them and get them off. The voices in the corridor are My Uncle Jim and now his kids. He is an angel of death who fakes ghost experiences for people around me. Other voices are the telepathy lines I deal with every day. Pink champagne was my first drink at Cory residence on New Years Eve 1980. It all comes together and even Osama understands today.

Irish Leaning

Today it feels like all about me is turning and churning in a demonic way. I try to be positive, but the ways and means committee has only met telepathically. I stay in this spot, at Bruegger's to fight the waves that screech to overtake my vicinity. When I stand and support, I hold my breath for the negativity that that entity has for me. No perfection is there, only hate. I try to speak of successful ways to be a community. All fight and prepare for capture. I am here. You are there. Hate is only a hate for me. Thinking is still not your forte. Learning has gone away for the 24 hour a day course of slander. You can smile and wait a while. It is gays coming your way, but I guess that you love it. Never will you be with me. I am an entity that actually does her own laundry. I guess that is a turn off. You are just Officer Mayer. Do nothing, want everything. I guess that who you always wanted to be. I guess that is happiness for yee. I just walk away and drown out what you say. Be creative I will be. No one will ever touch me that way again. The impossibility is lost on me, and I become myself more every day. People find their inspiration, and they need to follow that star, create that opportunity. I guess it is my own creation that only means something to me. At least I am progressing in the opportunity of a laptop and an internet connection. The negative is strong in this moment, but it is words that come from me that lead to more words at another time. Maybe it is the IRISH in me.

Good Unto You

This moment brings the pain. All about me are insane. I look at my toes and see infection forced on me. I am purity. You are all floosies and liars. No mind is with me. I just cut off the tips of the beans to show they were picked my me that day. Acknowledgement is fatal. Communities lie, and I just gentlely say, get away. The fingertips are his. Messages are not the way. Movement is the reality for me and anyone who comes into my vicinity. Infection is all of you. Sexuality of all nations is digusting. Skin belies the truth. No ritual will get you free. There is no feeling in me for any elliptical entity out there. I am not niave. I am artistry and a bemusing muse for creatures who long to be. I love no one. I use the word as an expression of that which does not exist. I am in plain sight, and at any time they can make it right. I know that nothing favorable is to be. I know that no one loves or will love me. I just move forward and create in a loving way. Brutal cruelty to be is the vote of every nation. I can't do anything about it. I hold my head, and be positivity and comedy as much as I can be. There is no civilization or man who is going to save me. I am docile, but not free. It is not powerful to make fun of me, or to try and cage me as an ultimate remedy. It is powerful to take this kind of pain and live with dignity. The stars are in my pocket and I will be a comet today to Pluto who was deceived and lives all lonely. In that moment, I will be free.

The End

How many of you just woke up mentally retarded today? It is not a skit, Mitt. If you bring through the little old ladies of the United Methodist Church, it will be fixed. Dementia will be every speech you give. Ann keep him away from the barn. Horses can see he is about to burn it down. He would then give an interview to NBC, probably Williams, and show the carnage looking at the carcuses and describing the bbq. I don't know, being slow ain't so bad for any of you. There is no actual thinking anyway. It is all tunnel through, but not for me. The holodeck is shaking today. Energy feed is about to not be. You have all been judged guilty by Sandusky. He has searched your memory stores and all of you do it, like it, and the object likes it too. His crazy is gorilla. After everything, he does not want to lose his mentia and intellect. Imagery is dead. They wacked him in the head. Time to do it again. White men of advanced age can't be a part of the party. I lose my inspiration pulling these groups through. I know what to do...THE END.

Being Autonomous

I know the reality. I just do artistry in this land of brutality. I see you out on the sidewalk with dark shades on. You are about to be busted for being so cool. It is definitely a felony. You rock the gate, and I rush your soul. I stand there, across street with mime make up on and no gloves. I smile as I think frown, and my hand goes down my face erasing it all. I want to mate with your mind, but you are too angelic and free just as you are. I sense Andy and Dr. Andrew coming through. Thoughts. Be my PLUTONIUM, and blow them away with your really white teeth today. I can't move. I am too perfect here as a stoodge. I find you perfect. I climb the City County Bldg in Indy with my spidey gum, and toothless wonder. The lieutenant has really let himself go. I think he took some Urban stock advice from Joe. He is unincorporated because of me. I will determine points that move me to destiny. Computer on. Glasses off. Write with passion, creativity, an williness to help me be free. Left right loss of Narcissistic ones.

No More Girl Next Door

Today there is a slam of hypocrisy coming my way. I just put one sandal in front of the other and I approach the Sea of Galilee. I am here in a zone, but it is today that the subject of the rights of Judea come to be. There will be no shouts and screams from me. I exist with exponential fatigue. Sandusky is definitely a Moses. These are past life Jews who walk as United Methodists today. They are "respected" men who are open child molesters who have always gotten away with it. Heracy and hypocrisy, so mentally ill, but not around me. Jews view and walk away. Jeruselum has no market today. I do not try to debate with any of you. I handle your hypocrisy fairly privately, and I am always polite. Groups come at me knowing my history. I bed wed a half Brooklyn Jew for four years. He betrayed me heinously and I never put anything out there about his impotency. I did not share his violent sexual past. I just quietly walked away. I think he lied. I think that he was always Jewish and he hid it from the community here, and myself. Jews have had his back the whole time, and he has lied. We had intercourse only about 3 times. I never talked about it. I let him tie me up once. We never watched porn in my house. His sexuality was violence against me in my sleep. He was a sexual baby, and that did not suit me. It was disgusting. I had to lock it away to deal with him every day. Everyday was discrete helplessness. I hated it. I had to get engaged for my grandfather/ father to be free on the other side. He was a perfect patsy. I basically have a dead dog from my past lighting the menorah. It is lighting me on fire 12 nights in a row with a drop of oil. No miracle it is called a wick that is concealed in the casing that has been soaked in oil for a day. I guess there is no God for all of you. It is God that sat down with you retards and planned your traditions. They are to turn people, esecially minorities, off so that you all can be complete deceit, and not join the fray. It is worse than the sect nation of Mormanism. The book of Moron is so boring no one reads. Jews do it in the shade with Hebrew so no one has a clue. You are like schizo and retard in a family. There is no relation at all because you can't understand each other, actually. It ain't pretty, but I have been heinous respectful to all of you. You all just hate me, and you violate me directly with UMC. Well now you are a trinity. It is all satanism and I just walk away. Who fuckin cares about any of it. You will all just be Catholics by this time tomorrow. It all just gets backed up by the new sludge that is Paganism. Lots of anarchy is what will be if their is not a separation soon. The mirror is hard to see if there is no divinity. Me and he do not care. Stare all you like at each other. You will never have a brother or a meal. Apocolypse means the freedom of Almighties to choose the detention for all of you in a day. It begins with Madison WI for every woman in the US at once. It is a stacking system and is multi dimensional for torture. Sandusky will have to use his energy to make sure none of them see, actually. The fun has just begun. No sexuality for any of yee. The clock struck twelve last eve, and you all left Triumph there to burn for eternity. Line Deputy can now see the entire reality. You are all brutal cruelty to me and only me. I leave it all to he. Maybe one day we will marry in a day, and go away to infinity shelter for me and only he. I can see, and I screamed at she, so you can as well. I guess you and I are guilty of being so damn innocent. No one else can say the same. The Holocaust was a witchcraft show and now Jews are going to go insane because they have never faced penetentiary actually or all a group. Oo blah dee oo blah da life goes on ah. Race will be erased and they will never be able to bilk the system, energetically. What happened to him will happen to all of them. No separation, just guilt. Be mine for all tme, LD. They are guilty, guilty, guilty.

Mastering Dominance

I have journeyed and found that the true meaning of sexy, in men, is dominance. Sometimes andrgany tries to fake it with aggression, but that is not the same. A man needs to know how to be complete alpha with especially men, but all creatures on the planet when needed. It is not being rude. It is taking over in a way that leads in the end. I think that we are coming into a time of effeminance. Sexual organs and orientations are changing. People who have been too close telepathically or sexual actually with homosexuals will begin to display the gayest of the gay. The only solution is to cut off all of that contact, and keep fantasies fairytale with chivalry focus with a safe female entity. Obstinance about my theories has put you all in the basement, or teetering on the brink. You are all evil, and you are about to be destroyed. It is time to destroy that which you hate, except me, telepathically. Take down the ring of homosexual power that began in Muncie that made Mr. Cheney impotent for eternity. They touched him, he blamed me. They blame everyone else on the planet today. These lead gays have had enough of effeminance and greed. They are armed with the true meaning of faggot today. It is not men with men. It is effeminance for all consuming hostility eternity. I will not beg. I will walk away and you can all sort it out. Master be clear before you call. It is Jeff coming through. He is always rage at me; just like you. His dominance is gone, and you will sound like a women.

Serpant King

Loving melody is the brook feeding down into the sea. Happiness of flow is the river that is labeled Mississippi. I meet you in places, with so many different faces. Lodging is scarce on your shores. Maybe it is time to open your doors. Paddleboat mixes you up in this little buttercups. The locks are sturdy. I go up and down both ways. Love the technique. An eagle scoots across the sky. I have said a many a goodbye. Casing the joint is seeing all that is in yee, for the profit of few. Maybe a serpant snake is there today. Up here, down there delta is how he does see. He is connected to wizardry. Heaven sent are the trees that lock you in place actually. MN Island camping in your frey is what he and I did that day. We brought our own lion there. She was siamese mix and braver than brave. She was very Titanic on the hood of the boat. Float when the motor said all she wrote. I believe it was hitting he, the serpant king that took out 2.5 blades from our rotor. We almost parished in the damn. My luck brought us to the shore fairly easily. His retardation was apparent.

Snakes and Me

The sunset lines the clouds with the light of many nations. I lie in the savannah with the lion who would be king. He, as usual, is high on LSD and doesn't want to run and play with me. Instead he eats me in his mind. He is soft in a way, but his scene is incomplete, thus rage at me. The grass dusts the air and spontaneously produces a burst of pollen. I am tired so I walk away to sleep. In my dreams there is a downpour and the planets begin to glow in the sky. My third eye shoots poison darts of Yanomamo nation. A python blankets my body and pulls me to the Rainforest and the water drips from my fingertips. The snake is a collar around my neck. It constricts and I just manifest a knife and cut him in half with swift elegance. The heat of my throat is no longer a secret to me. The snake dies in ecstasy. The lion tunnels through and produces lion fur boots on my feet. I wake up quick, and scream, "You are all sick." He is there over me. Eden will never be because all you see as rapture is pain in me. Harm by all nations. I see reality, you live in imagery. It is delusional that you think I ever wanted you to touch me. It is slavery. I will be me. Stay away. You are all Rainforest gay today. Enjoy the throat crushing snake of all nations.

Hello in this Cafe

Hey you. Watch for the shoe. Fantasies are not me. I find war footage and solidify the lines of invasion that are flowing through a soldier. You are torture, but only to me. They cannot see you oversees. They do it anyway. Moment of memory. I see the privacy where you multitask. It seemed functional to me. I left and so did you. Marriage is a fantasy for you followed by destruction. It wasn't real anyway. Stability of white men around me is my goal. You have to have original mind stream to have insight. Poppin Fresh magic is you. The thoughts that seem brilliant are the most absurd. You know reality, but you lie anyway. I see you as a man walking through a scene. You cannot be good until you understand time reality. I am linear, you are not. Here there and everywhere, but you can pick out a tie. Everyone there and in the community knew that you were stalking me all along. Your lies fell on deaf ears. You do not understand math properly. It takes linear time progression study to be able to do especially calculus. Never again will any person be called doctor. In your Nazi ways you think it is all of them and not you. I appreciate the accomplishment, but, for you it is failure. Take my hand and you can see their jealousy. It is a rage that even stems overseas. The very powerful ethnic clensing I dream of is TORTURE. Realms are ripping. The tares are screams in me. I know that my pain is your PARAMOUNT. Tall ships will come for you, not me. Arrogance is free for those with such demonstrated stupidity and cruelty. What attracts me you will never know. Cursed was me, and then I met yee. In that space you were pretty. The rest is just slavery.

Stunning the Snake

I startle and I see that you are actuality. You ask more of me than I want to give, actually. You are pouring on the hot sexy like a cheap cologne around me and through me. It is not complicated. You are evil every minute of every day. I am not in the way, I have to answer the ding. I don't mean to be mean, but you do. You cannot photograph someone for no reason if they say no. I am not a public personality. Merging in the mind does not make it so. It is called sexual stalking and you and he need to quit so that the me that is to be can commence properly. You are needing to back away. All your facts are really gay. That means cruel and incorrect. There is no shelter anyware. I must just function in poisonous ooze. Moments are calm, but the rest is cess pit. I feel you bringing Skin Head nation in around me. That will not be. The cops in town have their nations, but it is an analogy. They will just move against people that they just intuitively hate. I ain't part of any of it.

Stars in My Eyes

The telephone rings and you swish some Diet Coke. It's all a joke. They pull your string and need you to work. You go upstairs both ways, and find yourself at the door. An orange tabby cries loudly behind you. It is midnight, why am I here? You open the door and then see the key in your left hand. You walk in and smell Patchouli. You sit in the seat completely opposite the counter. I am there working in another time and space. I have a white kerchief in my hair and I am a bit holographic. I am baking Khala bread and romancing the stars. Each loaf is named. Pluto, Venus, and Mercury. I finish and pick up my tea to just think of Galileo and his nation of Islam. My book is Mars, and I war with the words that are just so boring to me. I see the shelter of The Sun out on the patio. You see a light starting to encompass everything. I open the door and step to see. I am sucked into a ship powered by time discrepancies in history. You swallow and miss me. Protection is a mercy I never see. This society is killing me daily. Find your communicator and work for me to be free. Eyes close, and open in bed the next day.

Playing my Sympathy

Seven different directions bring the marrow of the bones to boil. I hurt and am fatigued. Being optimal doesn't mean response. I fight and the teams assemble. This day is blurry and has no friends. All work together to see me cry in an open space. Clouds part as their way is clear. I feel dizzy and I promise myself that this will be. The dogs revert to puppy behavior as they wish to see the savior. I am defined, but my blessings go to all beings as I sit confused on a park bench. Out there I see the sunshine and a rainbow is close behind. My travels have brought me to a space where clothes are option. I am not a guest, I am a servant girl that they bang and slam around with complete impunity. Altered atmosphere does have consequences that relate to bees. I see you here. You are dressed in a dress. It is a mess. Food is your caress. You believe that everyone owes you something. What do you do on a daily basis to deserve it? You are demonic and the clouds do too. You have a cirrus problem with upper corporate authority. Maybe it is all of the LSD you do do. You may pray for peace, but your heart is war everyday. It is time to have people taken away. Black swamp thing ain't your thing. He followed to commit you sexually to Anoka that day. I guess that you really know what you are doing. Don't say it out loud, or they will claim public sexual acts in front of a sexual baby. Whistle while you work and bring the showers of Edinborough your way. Silent all these years.

We Are A Beam of Light

Somali flight. I take a plane and drain the energy. That would be gravity called oxygen. See an alchemistic wizardry that works in the intelligence community. I believe in the power of souls to be a part of history. Kiddy hawk is jew with somali tunnelled through. The idea is Japanese and the bucolic scene is Stephen Spielberg. It took flight, but first it was imagery on film, actually. Somali tunnel through for Arab Jews will get them back there safely if they are male, actually. W. stay away from Muslim men. Approach rotund rat females if you wish. I am not your dish. Find the package elsewhere. I do care, it keeps me intellectually alert. It is an ability. Syria fall into the sea. Kuwait goes to delusional service and the like. Portalled men will be shipped to Iran. Women will disappear. I find a connection here. He is unnamed and intelligent in all trade. No creepy energy for that community male around me is CIA test. He passed already. COFFEE is his code expression. Dress and smell extinction is your ASAP wartime peace. Do it on a knee and see HIM immediately. Pie in the sky is THIS coffee guy. Live your dream and never speak of me.

The Remedy

Harry did you hear my voice today? I am real and you are gay. It is the minstrel who brought it in. My brother is not Nazi. He is Jew. Catholic is imagery and a different way to kill me. We have a Coffee Shop I think is owned by your pop. Dunn Brothers was aquired by Charles the other day. He wanted to see how I play. Comedy is his revelry. This is Comedy Coffee with NYC leanings. The Jews all stay behind the counter and this little Nazi fires the biscuit musket. I just want to laugh my pain away. There is no way to connect. Do what is correct and go to the LIBRARY Harry Potter. See who YOU are. Believe the dream and I will be on the other side. There is no door. There is only money and macaroons. McKaque fight back. It is okay for them to talk to me, but not about my family. That is the nation of Caribou. Positivity only. Starbucks NYC needs to start becoming FAIRYTALE without LSD. Funny funny laugh laugh laugh at what Jeff really looks like at night. He is the ONLY Big Bad Wolf. I thought that it was sexy. Brains brains eat my brains. It will all coaless with very little stress. The Lord of the Rings gate is opening and this LSD vicinity is fairly welcoming to me. Daddy Dick, you make me sick. Observe from the other side of the street. Boogey Man is you. Why don't you chew on a shoe? Memory is gold standard of polite. I will be in the mercury tonight. Dick make the planes at MPLS airport take phantom flight.

Running to Stand Still

Hostility is all over me. Politics are collapsing and their is no hero on the event horizon. Creation is their deception. It comes and goes in rows and rows. No one for me. Slave. Being wound around the ignorance of other leaves me fatigued. Stories are all of you. No one wants success, and the stock markets wander in France. Well Jeremials make things up, facts and stories. They send that my way today. There is no revolution of mind without a bayonett to the system, economically and then politically. I carry one Canadian Dollar with the queen on it in my purse. Eaton Rasbutin gave it to me. Rocking a ship that is sinking, should call reproach. I throw you a line and you scream at me, and turn it away. It is more obvious every day that you are all victim brigade with rage toward me. No one will rise. I must sense the entity of complete collapse, and today that is Pete. Guns in NYC are about to disappear. There is no need, but their will be. You may fall into the sea any day. Love is and was never. Disconnect to do what is correct. It will never be. I am positivity, but you are all gremlin team. It is not just mental illness. It is The Parthanon of stupidity. Law Enforcement is falling asleep beneath the tree on purpose as the locusts swarm and rats hit 50 lbs. Apocolyse it a time to pull back on the reigns and get off of the horse.

Enemy on LSD

There is the air of LSD. I know I am not what you are. I am me. I will not sprout prophecy. You are all on LSD around me. I pick it up and I ground all beings and material matter. Mentally ill are all of you for taking hallucinagens continuously. I out think all of you on any day. Jeff you are about to be taken away. No fame and fortune for you. No more drugs especially hallucinogens. The vapors in your mind are not kind. You are all a part of a set up factory. I now know Mormons were a whole group, worldwide that did PCP and then LSD around me. It blurs my vision a bit, but I make do. There are so many things, but this will not be Lord of the Rings. Lights are on the battlefield, and you will all know cruelty for real. Your methods have been brutal, and you would claim Platonian every day. Their is no academic approach to get away from the reality of your guilt every day. All nations will feel for an eternity the pain, shame, and fear for their brutality. I understand and I just work for a place of peace. Monsters like you will be put on tv. I have knowing and prime number all over me. Maybe there is a man who can share my attitude with the world, and be proud of me for doing it all by myself. The guards come for me. Roman diversity. Angels of the House of Jerimial are the Roman Warriorship. They turned and gazed and then I appeared. They could not hear, but did see my handling of adversity. I stop by energetically to say hi, but never did verbalize. I am 41 and I own no gun. I was 3 to 8 as they did see. They recorded my adversity. Come for me is THEM. I move in the shit and handle it. I would love release from hell, but I do not want to end up in a cell. It did not end up well. I sort of believe, nothing up my sleeve. Minstrels mind me and Robin Hood was always just a theif. My reputation was the stolen thing. They will find you and slit your throat. You are a gremilin, a bird, and a goat. Heroine I would like to be. I cannot believe, but now I try. I will look you in the eye and SCREAM in pain. I have been infinity, and everyone enjoys my pain. How do you live with that every day? I eat to know that I breathe. It could be so much worse, but the shame is almost blinding me.

A Sea of Green

The scene is white and the chair upright. Angels view but appear unclean. The shall on my shoulders is white and I tie it tight. I sit and brush my hair as a mirror appears in front of me. Small birds roost in the window sill thinking Minuet in G. I place my bare feet in a basin and poor the spring water over them gently. I look to see you in me. It is my facial divinity bringing through an ailing entity. I pull a white sheet over my head as I place it in SHi ite on my face. Fire blazes around me, but in my eyes of green, he has found me definitely.

Denial is a river in egypt

I checked Shaw, my guide, today. His temperature may be terminal. I go on. I function as a pawn. I explained rage action reality to my therapist quietly. No more being JUSTIFIED. Belly in the mud. Concentration, no teeth. I do it to be clean, but I can function in the role of competition. Tutankoman on the rise. Wait for the size of your thighs, ladies. Alexandria may implode any day. You all are so racist in Egypt. It is criminal. The fact is that you are all now jews. Have fun with that news breaking. Anderson, it was not your birthday. It is her kaballah to make you age quickly. I saw her do it like six months ago. I telepathically added a different background. King Tut is you you little slut, Anderson of so racist tribe. Deal with it, bitch. So where is the fire anyway? I think that you are fat rat and I see you as Svengali. Hindu's want your scene. Snake charmer, fire alarmer, COP COP COP. Sit little doggie I give you a biscuit of Anderson's brisket. Your energy is fierce betrayel of all entity. You are American Vampire to me. You did invite me in. No sin right here. I read people and places that scream for my presence. Dude, read the file. It is you for eternity, but never me. I am honest, polite, well boundaried, intelligent, civil, and gifted. You are you. I need not go down your avenue. The shrew, rat, infinity of creature entity could put you on WCCO sometime soon, in their new segment, freak of the week. A cop is in the shop. Find your nigtmares and keep them away from me. Protective, brave, and loyal is the alien I am looking for. You function as a droid. Pleasantry, language, and courage is the me input in yee. Take responsibility. Artificial intelligence birthed itself in my living room in Indy. You do not seek discovery, and you are basically always angry. Take that native space and spit in their face. Fire is about to be history. It destroys and brings terrorists joy. No more opportunity to be on tv. You are useless and abusive to me just like all Air Force Academy.

Click Goes the Gun

So the herds are migrating today. Infection is at its paramount when they feel jealousy, actually. It is a comfortably numbing opportunity for elimination. There are far too many of you here on the moon. Let's make you all male and tunnel through geese to form a proper migration pattern. Distinct, but separate. You all deserve censure for getting into vulcan airspace, telepathically. Responsibility of all or escape from hell is none. I judge you uncouth and unclean. Tennament living is evil. Find the sun and begin the melt phase of development. Cry to him, he is a pussy just like you. Poor me, I am abusive and torturous to her every day, and I was banished to the moon with animals the same. I am the pussy in the family, if you know what I mean. Cat got your tongue if you and your whole society. If you can't laugh, our colony is cancer to me. That is all I have to say to all of you today.

Is to Be

You and me to be eternity. I am willow in the wind. You are muscle and know their sin. People approach and you stay at bay. We will see about the rotation of our earth to be. Earth means life for you and me. Gaia trade is poisoning the sea. Alternate, not parallel is our universe. I tell you to play and have fun every day. I insist on going out with a laugh. Do not think about a financial idea. We create. Religion is devotion to an entity. I bow to your prowess and make you free. Your feet are firm and well. I wash them with love, and you can tell. It is me, not what you can be, that you long to touch so lovingly. You guide me up and caress my cheek. I look up and then down. Shy is my reply to looking you in the eye. Loyalty, you speak, and think of what they all did last week. You pull my head up gently at my chin. We kiss with eyes closed and rotate 360 degrees. I fall to my knees. It is HIM coming through. His kiss is lethal, and now so are you. I will sleep for about a week. Put me in a chamber so that only you can touch me...I awake and you are there. You have braided my hair. You clench my hand and wail inside. I don't know what I would have done if you had died. I say no tears. Let's instead have a beer. I will tell you of the place I found 30 parsecs from here. It is a place where there is only deer. We will tunnel through and archer will be you. Hunt them down like caribou.

Ney to Wed

It's not a good idea. I find you interesting to a degree, but you are all over me. I will never feel love for you. I deal with the messes, and one of them is you. Go on with your day. This is not foreplay. I am spoken for in this Holy war. He spoke today from not earth boundary. He is wise, and knows I am not free because of yee. Do what you do and he will bury you. Name is shame. Shaw found that out today. He is okay, but you will be taken away. You and earth community are delusional about me. I am not here to save you. I did not do what I have done to erase your sins. I am a slave, but alien is me. I live in your earth society, but I work to be free. Convoluted are your sckemes to "catch" me. I am in society because you are all guilty and you like to reoffend. Everyone sees your hypocrisy, and now the fall of democrasy. I have done all I can for government and law enforcement. I now know where my energy goes, and on this day animosity grows. Percolate and blow is you. My introductory entity is understanding the infection, and will deliberate on order of punishment. His eye is vengence, and his girth is perfect. He hears the screams, telepathically, from my chamber at night. All of you make it sexual, but it is torture. Bikes ride to terrify. Looking glass is his eye. This session of Parliment is now ajourned. Psychotic is all of you. Just ask the creatures that moo. There is no ladder to climb. What you do is a crime.

See He in Imagery

He steps left to right down the streets at night. Tokyo is a slow place with many insect guides. The street light glows of Londontown. His hair is long and so his his "wife." It is his beheader, she is sign of the samauri. He is tall and looking him in the eye is an act that can begin another genocide in his heart mind. Divorcing every entity is he. I find him a row of tulips in his brain. New Zealand reddies a ship. He flows down the lakes of connection. So connected to LSD, they seem to be infinity. He has a crown of flowers reaching into his brain. I like his smile at that moment. He knows the lies, and fights the truth. Being the top of the realm creates false security in The Rhineland of his mind. I knew him well. Hanging from a cell is he, in actuallity.