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.