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.