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.