What I See

See me in Jersey. I commit to game and entity sometimes. I live in a bubble where everyone stares at me. I am not a freak. You are a geek. Play a little tune. Overwhelmed are you by the variety. They starve me and I must walk away. No success in the land of jealousy. In this moment, completeness washes over you. Loss will not be. I have a remedy. Try the balls to plant not the toes. It is simple as it can be. I love your melody. Be a sun moon and see alternate reality. Great is what you contemplate. The door is the word whore. Keep it in your pocket to use on cheerleaders who draw your energy without you in vicinity. It is worse than you think. I have not met any of them. I must swim up a very silty river. Sticks and things, is hockey. Walk up and take it away. Make them obey. Play not, be serious a lot.

Things to Say

Love is a mighty motivator in the hearts of men. They know crave, attraction, but no love. Pompous and greedy is all of yee. There is no perfect match. Hey you. Lie there and see light behind me. A piece of ice on your third eye is victory. Your lips come to be gentle with me as I move the ice perfectly over your resting lips. It then becomes light and a lopsided diamond is formed of what is left of this frozen water. I care. I can't be there. I need to no longer deal with weakened state that is just malingering and excuse abuse. Man in mind, be gentle and free. Know to kill when you want to hurt me. There is a gun in the vicinity. Take it out telepathically. Both here and there. It is visualization, made taught by past LSD use. See people around you becoming suns that explode. You will then be pulled into another dimension of safety through the giant black hole that is formed. I see your kindness in just sitting with me as I figure it out. BF get away. Love the view from that chair. You like my hair. Compliments are rare, especially about my hair, I am grateful for your mood. New GENERAL gets you to use you cerebellum to play, not just pituitary. It is okay to just wait and see. The time is determined. I just do not see. A flower for me on the sidewalk. You knew my light just right.

Melt Chains to Reign

I am moving in the water in a way that I try and imagine freedom from captivity. It is difficult to flow because adultress is being put on me. They are considering it legally. That is not the case, then it becomes about race. I am polite and giving to all nations and states. The crime is minority on me every time, when I sew the reaction, the witch in all of them blames me. Decapitation is a cure. New one, he will run with a huge midevil ax. My weeble wabbles are starting to move to a mirage at the end of the lane. Witches who are bitches, absolute fuckin whores follow everything I do. I welcome white, straight males. That is my colony. Even that I would prefer to be restricted. If women practice witchcraft they always cheat on their husbands for coven and other twat licking and worse. There is no godly state of matrimony. I say serve those ties today. Men get to keep everything, the women get the kids. Gays stay married. Honesty in physical contact other than partner exists. The wedding rings belong to the man. Too many tricks and bricks concerned with that matter. Just get out today. Children are beginning to plot without their mothers. False sex abuse always, but it may just start with a false affair. There is a reckoning and I do believe. Police are stepping away as entities. In this pool, using fins is cool and it creates a new state of water ballet. The true roster is about to appear with no one in vicnity.

Arborial Dream

The tall tree is oak. I run my hand around it and begin to view the canopy. He is divine and is haunted by the demonic faces of Columbine. I touch your toe with ballet and say run away. The tree you see is tiny oak. Be careful before the Jews and Blacks give you a stroke. I help, you swell. It is merciless here in hell. That spot was what they got. Clamydia is behind you. Now we work on HIV. I run to the sea and you swim after me. The universe has turned upside down. Greek leaf head dress. It is now Roman with your dress. They siren and you capture a moment almighty. Sex is the ex. It is time for chastidy. You will be hunted just like me. I love your tatoo. I will now take it from you. Lie here on the blanket and look at the canopy of the tree. Why are you so nice to me? Because I can be, I say. Keep all visions of white black away. Make Dakota Fanning pay. She is now KKK. As we look up, you call me buttercup. HE is in vicinity. You grab my hand anyway. We are gonna make those fuckers pay every day. Love is not a prophecy. With me it is reality. They can take me away. I need you to play a melody, in that dream state, on piano. You will see what can be. My hand is yours for a time. I rhyme to block out their telepathy. No hear, no see. Your hand is so tiny, you say. No your hand is big. No sex can beat this, is your musing in this moment. Touch is important to me, but the cost is too high. I sense a setup and I blame you. I know, but I just submit and handle it. Your eyes are in my head every day that I wake. I feel a gentle way. Why do I hate? Harry William coming through. They want to prove that you are retarded. Hate is a fixed state that shows that a person or communities have crossed the line, especially violent for the last time. Superior is our accord here under the tree who wants to be called OAK actually. You are now linked by that word to the CIA. If you utter it, they will pay. Turn on your side and place your hand on my belly. What do you see? I see a melody that can be. It is piano inside of we. You search out venerial disease. You will not find that in me. I see you in a baseball cap. It is time to hit a ball or two. See what picture that will give you. Your IQ is genius, but your hemispheres are cut. You now mumble in your sleep. Think of a slip and slide that unites your mind. It is okay to feel loyal, but sold to another firm. It is safety for me in this time of the satanistic rings. Touch me there and I may scream. Know that this is not just a dream. Pagan hell brought on my Dick Cheney, and the "wise ones" of your industry. Prove you are superior by perfect silence, perfect still.

Courting Prose

Hello, I am the voice inside your head giving you someone to talk to. It is difficult, Mr. Masters, to let anyone in. My first kiss was scripted. He was a Hungarian prince and I had no idea. It took quite some time, but I just waited for him to initiate. It makes a good story, but that is not the reality. He was dysfunctional and mean, and he left me after about a month and a half for a whore. Well I was not ready for more, so, in essence, I showed him the door. I bet his feet are burning today. He needed to give up when I was in Muncie. He now has a list of charges a mile long, and I sit here, at coffee, with my MAN sin dance. There is more than you can see. I am the best case of chronic courage and politeness in history. My compassion red velvet cake always sells out at the fair, even if I can't stand to be there. Proof was in the tapioca pudding at birth. You are all land and sea in your mother fuckin cruelty. Yes, she speaks. I felt all of it, and you all know it. It should have gleaned compassion, but instead everyone on the planet says that I am not worthy, and we will brainwash you and label you crazy. Just wait about what is about to drop. Tony Thornburg is the short stop who has caused so much SKINHEAD trouble all along. Tony there was no drop shop experience with you. I was physical with you three times. A relationship that does not make. Energetically superior, thus rape is the military label for that function. No art school cred is going to save you now. There has never been anal rape or consensual anal intercourse. I am a virgin and it drives you all crazy because you are child molesters on me and any baby in the forest. Phantom across from me is in a frame to see energetic upper eschelon hierarchy as baby. I very much understand his flow, but I say no. You all want what you can't have today. Rapists and murderers are all of you on me. For you there is no destiny. I can break it down eloquently and always be so fuckin classy. Movements of the sun, he plays with his gun. Let him just shoot himself for fun, in symphony, in Indy. I am the Eye of the Tiger. Muncie is a nevermore.

Loving the Melody

I find it difficult to flow today. Evil people rule the moment. I know that there was a plan. I am Afghanistan and I walk away. Dreams were disturbing, and I am now at Dunn Bros for some coffee. Police have passed the point of no return. Their event horizon has played its very lost tune. I stay silent and work on an entry. Lackluster is the energy today. You are stalking in your own special way. Any rumors are false. You are just a jealous nervous Nellie. Let's not go there. It is diseased. No matter what, you ain't no Dr. Miller. Dr. Miller does not fall in love. He steals my mentia every day. I am kickin his ass. Britan will get the heave ho after we leave. Hey man boy, you are diseased. Stay out of my closet. The forces of good and evil battle it out in my room every day. It is all of you who come through. There is no precedence so I go to the Supreme Court directly. Ruth, stop stepping on your robe and chasing your dead cat. Do I get to be free? Certainly. Thank you Ruth. All the land is partitioned by God. I am merely a caretaker here. All the money is me through an intermediary. Boys will be chivalry and they will pay for me with my money, always. It is not funny how responsible I have had to be. I won't even ask. You are all about the hubabaloo. I can't trust you. We cannot be friends until you make public recompense. I did not step on your toe 4 days ago, it was her. I view by minds eye imagery, and your clan would even stress a cave bear. You are not what you claim to be. Andy Andrew says HACHOO. They are bringing their kit and you will eat it, publically. I chat in this way to keep it calm in my environment. I wrote love is a prophecy the other day, and now I put that entity to the test. Love is action there in that chair. You are like a stoic Russian bear. I love nus sing and no one. Let's play Parchisi and act out Mien Kampf. There is a Hitler beat to your feet. We can relate great. You are past life, I am today. We are both an anomily. Play with this song all day long. PIANO is an ability you possess. Stay behind and don't stress. Our new way is PURITY ever day. They are coming to take you away. Just stay off the field. You are a moonbeam and you will look different on the other side of apocolypse. I will too. In that space, they will never find you. You hang in, and they are full of sin. Greek makes you meek. Roman is a better key. Piano is your invention. That takes a lot of concentration. Past fascination brings a military brain formation. You are General and we are trinity with from across the seas. Infintry is the rats we use. This time it will be actuallity, not Jew fallacy.

Huslers is Land of Japan

I am having a day where I am bored with what they say. I find nothing and no one interesting. I invite beings to come along as I journey in here and out there. Odessy is a being I created one day, when I was dropped in the local population on Oahu. It is a male and he was food. He follows today, as we assuage the Japanese. They made him food as well. This mammie mommie seems to be polynesian. He may disappear and become part of the atmosphere. That was the one being generation I had, but I needed him when I was in infancy. It all gets pretty trippy in that show. Now he runs Hawaii 5-0. Baby then, and infant now. I open my heart and calm his mind. He will tunnel through James Caan today and be refined. Conservate nation undercover is he. No CIA publicity. Odessy right left right, full of fright. Party affiliation is changing. I see them as right right wrong today. They will go after you and then Oahu crew. Stay away from main man. He is Isreali and will find you for eternity. Touch touch disease is Jew. Black mold all over you. Follow me, into the sea and view my feet as I go real deep. Never a mermaid. It is a disease, actually, in Smurf communities. Write me not. I am a tot. Be careful to not flower yourself too publically. There is no remedy. Harry can now see the analogy of family that I had that day. It is sex offeders who get away. Let that not be today. Japanese need to back away before NBC, on tv, shows that you do not have a country, on tv. You have petitioned for even more aid here in the Twin Cities. Don't take a handout my ass. You do tunnel through to have us force it on you. I just fly with the geese while you discuss my lineage. Reality has set in. There is no more military, but our bases were the whole time, and informed no one.

Running a Play

Peyton, I make you General Manning today. You inserted nightmares into my drink. I guess cocoa in a bowl with marshmellows was too sweet. See the cliffs and make the call. Could that have happened after all? Repell in that swell. Look at actual photos and see them disappear in your hand. It is the Queen. Elisabeth stop it. Some of them have some imagery, the rest are completely incomplete. I scream in the night and fight Nessy for free. Loch Loaman is not a space for life and/ or fantasy anymore. So sees the lines of royalty. They are spastic undone, and lack matery. Harry is a fallacy, and I pronounce him GOD today. That was quite an expensive play. Two hey-pennies of your own money. Harry is quite niggardly with me. Look at your thighs and then criticize. Run the plays like Saturday Night Live. OJ Simpson was on the sideline and he marks a play with the special marker, and, in the end, it says, I DID IT. That is Harry being friendly. I thought it was hillarity. I missed the maicious meaning. Harry does have a general ability as well that he has been using on the Royal Fleet, one boat. It is a different use of that authority. I say he should work with you and he can do amphibeus vehicles rushing Normany. He can use the water guidance ability he has been putting ito play. Paris is diseased. Let's take out their communication today and scare the shit out of them very literally. Make a tank just appear above the cliffs and one amphibeus vehicle, then use ODESSY to direct the flow of the tides with disease. BOOP the tides are jealous and multiplication of vehicles and weaponry. Hook up with James Holmes and have him be every soldier, no red hair. Shoot as one and be 1234 actually. Rush from points and see the scoreboard actually. Three James drones reach the beach. The tanks go on ahead. Boom he is dead. Champs aux Lisse one two three in a line. Shoot the Eiffel Towel for all that is mine. After a day of tank play, just shoot some more into Germany vortex. Go there and investigate Auchwitz, but not Buchanwald. At the end find yourselves, all three in lawn chairs. Have a Bud and toke up the marshmellows in those massively powerful ovens. Adieu.

Apocolyptic Olympics

Harry I see your revelry. You turn it into artistry. The mines are clear as a bell today. What would a witchdoctor say? Behind the eyes of a punky monkey. WD is white and works at McDonald's. Strange things are afoot. Sit there in your chair, and jackyl against me with your whole family. The show was superb. The entrance of Queenie was the best. I really like her pink dress. I know that it was you Elisabeth. Never again, evermore. It was LSD, but, for you, all three (LSD, PCP, and crack). Positivity was the flow in my livingroom, but it was evil overseas. I say nothing in an island of backwash. The green was miraculous. Be spectacular and rule the century. The magic is lost to the hostility behind her eyes. Her evil is taught, and there is no physical encounter she has ever forgot. History is another story. The Corgie's are in the his-ouse. They now portal after that imagery. They will take any shot that is hot. You can't shoot that kind of notoriety. I made them that way recently. I keep the praise where it needs to be. I loved you hair, Harry. Stay still...there goes your memory.

Eyes to See All Reality

You sit there in your chair. There is a noise outside and you do not care. I say, "Come this way," softly into your ear. You go down the hall and you see closet that you have never seen. You open it to see a black skull. It is Geranimo. Skull and Crossbones is you today. It is black, which means disease. Black plague entity. You appear back at your seat. You throw it up and down as you identify the greed of that nation toward me. It is all over your hands. It transforms into minute dung beetles. You are eating an egg salad sandwich and now it is black. You start to choke like epicack. You have a heart attack and lay there dead in that chair. Now as they just walk by, you see that they definitely don't care.

Boom Outside the Living Room

Last night I awoke to an explosive sound outside, about 10 minutes later it happened again. The power went out. I was worried because of the food in the frig and freezer. About a half hour later the power went back on. Center of the storm. Maelstrom of the nth degree. I think that Corey M. from college had an electricity ability linked to sexuality, and the university and electric company blamed me. It meant that I could not even date in college. Well, people, grand plan, I planned it that way so that I have the opportunity to write about it today. Well I think that you are off my file Wade, Pete, and Corey. I now have ignited the flame. It affects the constant flow of electric current, but is linked to my lifestyle. I light the lights so that I stay free. I keep everyone from going crazy. Last night my second side came to be, and he is rage at everybody. A male flame, female water. I see hockey in a geometric way of need. The triangle is measured as the rage of Buddha and Christ at me. The trinity is slavery. I do not agree with yee. Feed is vampiric, this is alien entity. Growing in the community is the need to know hockey spawned by jealousy and need to sabotage me. Hockey is hostility that is demonic. Reality is either elevation or complete shutdown in their need. I would love to be positive, but it is kind of going by the wayside every day.

It's No Joke

I walk along my way, ad I see myself today. I have been brave without validation or truthfulness by all in family and community. I move on my own and figure out how to roam. It comes through me, because it is me. A sunbeam is turned away and I create to shine a bit before I am blamed for it. Hate is firey at me, and I see the diabolical plotting that I seem to never be free of. Implements of torture vary and thus I must concentrate to the aspect of time going into stolen memory. I really don't believe in any entity. Torturers, every one, having their fun. I work to create a realm away from human encroachment. There is no romance, actually. I just try to be positivity so that I can roam free. Without dominance, idea of male, sexually, does not exist for me. Mentally ill, mentally retarded, and low socioeconomics basically spell future faggot in society. Everyone knows the reality. You fellas never did anything alone. Now you are about to be blown away. He hates and is pinned down in a Colorado cell. He will use his mind memory to contact my history. It is no mystery, but they all lie every day. Fatigue has set in and arsenic pulses through his veins. No action, just zombie today.

Kings Away

You and me around for infinity. My skate with my own hockey skates on was pain, and I could not get the laces tight. You and I can touch the sky as you take my hand and understand. There are vipers everywhere. Slit we split their spines with my blade and there are two emerging. I close my eye and sweep in a circle and close my eyes to breath deeply. I sit to see their blood on my blade. You hand me a shammy, no that is diving. Old little white towel with stains in perfect. Yellow is their blood. They rise, I capsize and I emerge with rage to see them all red hot energy that then burns like a quick sparkler above the ice. They are gone. No more hindus and then muslims on the ice or in the building. This is vermon of JC. He is constant jealousy for anyone who achieves. I stayed down. It is time for my crown.

Strive to Believe...What Is Destiny?

To give a stick to me meant divinity. I actually paid for everything and they believed. How could he be so giddy about me? He knew what he was doing to harm me. It was bank account lack of protection. Well I guess it turns on you today, Kevin. A memory is what I carry, not the hockey stick. Dreams fellas, beyond big. Find yourself able to go into a bank and enter the vault, legally, and take what you need. The rest is for me. We be butterflies in the world of everyday. Lace your skates up today, telepathically. Make them tight and just right by the arch. Listen to no one. Data input society. See the mist rising as you stop on a dime. Give yourself a little private ice time. I can see, but I do not predict. I put a dream to the page and leave out the rage today. Find me by a tree. It is neither Buddha nor Judas, it is me reading a Crime and Punishment. Your blades are now sharp. See how long they can go. Stay away from football, especially venue, or you will have memory difficulty. I see one mind unity of all teams except Nashville today. The pain of the Insane Clown Posse is there. Cannuck's your destiny is breaking the Dalai Lama for infinity before his pestulance devours you. See the flag as green. It is the end of the rainbow dripping with cash prosperity. Dalai, you are high on crack and I got a guy in vicinity who can see your perversity.

Find Me on a Balcony

Today is mockery in motion, so I stayed quiet and stayed in bed paralyzed to a certain degree. Our mystery phantom cat layed on me and fell asleep. Sometimes the best way through is to cease to be. No one can find me with their disease. Endearing in my mystery, let's not discuss my family. They keep bringing themselves up. I be me and think about stars. They are so distant and near in my memory. It is a painted sky and nothing is reality. Born under THE star for days, he had no praise. He was the magesty, the strangest creature in history. He is not me, but trinity is about to be. He has remained silent since that day at Smokey Bones. He also spoke on the phone when I delivered an amends. I did not understand. He needed to tell me. It was holy and his being got in the way. He must understand his malice to have his sins evaluated properly. I do not speak of forms because it is a space that needs to be left behind. There is a he and me quality that is sweet, and that is snake. He could not believe that petite me would choose to mate with him in that way. His eyes changed to his own viewing. Evidentiary chain showed that he was insane, but he would not talk to me about MY magesty. It was little in a kingdom of the disavowed, and Dunlop was in vicinity. No one knew he would stand there, by the chair and watch. He escaped your view and then you blamed me. You were the one who could see, and instead, you curmudgeon took it out on me. To you, I say simplicity. These things are held by my master now. I have ultimate mercy on this day, still presenting you so positively when I do know more of the reality. You are not these other two. No one has ever been chasing you. Werewolfery rise is happening here, know yourself or be full of fear. I should be full of disease, but you Sir ******* are a sleeze. Manifestation in your vicinity will be what you have reaped from what you have sewed. Grapes of Wrath is your book, not movie.

My Master is Watching the Screw

Speed in an elipse. Working through an eclipse. You see me up in the stands in the back. It is a hook attack. It puts me down in the center. I just observe as some skate closer. A red rose drops on the ice then 2 and three. Blood drips from my nose on every rose and on the white of ice. I fall back and a pillowed lining welcomes me. I awake, in a coffin, at a funeral that the picture is not me. I guess that is all I am to anybody. He shuts the top from across the way. I wake in his sarcofigus today. In his arms I play The River in his head.

Romeo is Upset

I tip toe and flutter down the street as you watch from accross the way. I see you not, as I drift into artistry. Alone for eternity, I can just be me. Harsh judgement every moment has left its mark on my heart and my feet. I, all of sudden, look up, and you are there glaring and laughing nonsensically. It is he, WillVanB, tunnelling through, to make a complete fool of you. No one has been successful with me. Romeo tried to the nth degree and I held him at bay with 4 concussions that day. My method is only me. I did submit and handle it unconsciously. Now there is a knife. That is hockey stalker. I take the chain connected to the neck collar. It is old. It is slavery. I take you back to a car of white. It is a Ford Fairmount from the 80's. My family had it for years. Accident on Hwy 35W in Janurary with infinity cars. You drive, but you cannot see. You blame it on me. I move back while you stand judging me. Have you ever thought that you have a problem with stalking? That man doesn't help. I feel your projection strong today. Your slavery has just begun. A slave cannot stalk because everyone takes his energy and everything else, eventually. Endure it quietly. The collar disappears. I shake your hand politely, and enter my front door. I give you permission to place yourself in back to see another he who was collared today. Stay quiet and sleep.

Implements of Torture Ready

The pleuracy of hockey is in my chest today. I feel it growing and I still believe. So much jackadoo. It is the most steely support I have ever gotten from a community. Guys, take that cashier out. He went at your uniforms and got a free jersey. It was the wrong one. Being complete means that you need your feet. Round and round, you see me as heavy. Sexuality needs to be violence not done to me, but to this amoral society. The progam has been rebooted and now you can see my bravery. They effect my ability to see. Mercy they have never shown to me. Light the ship and be equipped, always. You are The Eaters of the Dead. The were rabid Viking warriors that outed a Native gout. That is how natives got behind the eyes of hockey. Cholera and scurvey are winding around all of you. Stay positive, and you will be fine. Violence straight out is material realm. Violence in your head, or that you hold back against society and feel toward me, actually, creates massive strikes in one night. Disease is also a result, as it was then. Remember that APPALACHIA is never your friend.

Closin the Case

Hey sir I see on tv so happy. I love your tie and eagle eye. The youngins come your way to see what is in the pot. Hobo ewe can eshew every question of your authority. Being there can mean that you cannot hear actually. Work on that this week with ability. Time of werewolfery demeans age because you are perceived as weak. No new workout regimin. A visualization of a white bubble around your whole body. Stop hearing your own thoughts in your head. I see, I hear, and I create. Past victorious scavengers and violent predators are up for recall this week. Help or he will be you actually. Explosive potential infinity.

Not Just Imagery

Around me I see all of these white guys tunneling through hockey. They want to be part of the gift. Fella's lock yourself away and be private today. Finnish man with stick in guitar case was yours. I am here, but your violence needs to stay away. Your domestic violence is not welcome here. I just say hello to people who actually speak to me. I stay down when energy rises. I get out of vicinity before anything breaks. It is me doing the martial so that I have arts. Chung Moo Quan was like all societies, incomplete. A year and a half of ritualims and ritualists made me know to leave. Another year and a half of kickboxing was after that. His name was Keith and he was a champion. His deceit was that he was from CA. He made a family appear around me. I knew something was hinky, but he was black and that community is a little hinky about creating a business concept. He picked a shmaltzy name, but only he could have held pads for me. It was reverent and free, no sexuality. He never even tried to hit on me. I did respect his authority. He had the tunnel through invite ability with a stranger. At Chung Moo people's party, a guy told me about him and the gym down the street. A little stupid in that territory, but it worked for me. He also tunnelled strength through other students, male and female, so that they could hold for me. I needed connection of principle energy to another entity at that point. I do not know what will be, but I continue to plod along. Hockey thirts for personality, but is too hostile in its energy. It is, she will come in and then she will go away. How can she care about la, when she is talking to me? I am not here to lay the foundation for a prison for my own captivity, I am here to expand the minds of the people whose space I am in. I may fly with the angels through space oddessy if you all are not prepared to boom the room away from me with the concept of jealousy. Russians fly, why can't I?

The Way of the Warrior

I sit here embossed with their realities that they put on me. I said no to Minneapolis Public Housing. I am choosing to concentrate on sobriety. Last night was a dream that challanged that reality. Slip quick when they all swarm around me. The head of the chain is fairy. All these designations just bely a human with some type of disease cast from the web of evil. I fall back to see a coach completely filled with bedbugs. I light it on fire with my mind's eye. Success seems impossible, but I keep trying. Lessons and learning are the way to be okay. Others want to test me, but I know that I must stay separate to allow myself to believe. There is no one in the vicinity because it is so cruel. I see a key and I know that it is for me. Japanese are scurrying away. No complaints about tardiness to AAA Minneapolis anymore. There is no pious wisdom from that work place. The clock says tick tock and I slip on a rock. At the end of the day, the are all gay.

Keeping Away the Absurd Rage

I slip through the water as my kayak blade cuts the sea. I see a sweet harbor seal pop up his head. He looks young. I say be good today. He shakes the water off of his head. I call you Boo and see you as holy. He waves his head yes. I start to move away as I wave goodbye. He tries to jump on my kayak. There will be no crave. Be brave and swim away. We are separate. You are divine in the land of pine. He disappears and Sarah Palin's Alaska is complete. I just make a line in the sea thinking of Phycology. It is best when it is just me. Coniferous divinity calls me in BC. I return to burrow in and take a nap. Everyone is away from me, ahhhh ecstacy.

The Insanity You All Are

So it is time to fly, and to confront the lies. Mental illness (schitzophrenia) is all of you, but not me. They attack because I am innocent and brilliant. It is the only path I could walk, unknowingly, and remain on social security when hate is so extreme I would be jailed for lack of employment. I have back deformation, migraines, and fatigue (caused by trauma and witchcraft) that are my disabling factors now. Attacks by mainly Appalachian witchcraft caused the depression. Suicide attempts were ordered by military. I accept, unconsiously, for everyone, and come out the others side with a time of less witchcraft because of close call monitoring. First attempt was my refusal to shoot my brother in the head. This Manchurian is Hawaiian, thus earthquake oveseas for infinity. Robitussen (3 bottles) and Tylenol Codiene. Second attempt during college was 1000 antidepressant pills I saved from med changes. I had to clear with a long range coma before Marine Biology stays on islands especially Friday Harbor, WA. Pollad Jews insane had property on the island. After college, I took like 100 antideppressants at Coreys to keep gay community away from my charts. Corey then ended our friendship. In Indy I took 400 aspiren. Out for ten days, 2 courses of dialysis kidneys stopped working. Housing sketchy. Street population after my social security. I didn't know these things. I just wanted to die (witchcraft) and I took unconscious order (satanism). I no longer think of suicide. Consequences in my body was so severe after kidney issue. So no diagnosis will stand do to the satanistic witchcraft I have endured since gastric bypass. The drinking was taking the storm for Will Vanbank (CIA) and Chris Dunlop (police/ high military). It also put me in bar environments to endure their wrath properly. Some pain relief made all things possible in a reverse dimension that I didn't understand. Trickle down for Chris and Will would have spread a telepathic alcoholism beginning with the marine corps. We could not fight these masonry tunnel thrus. Hell prophecy too early. It was whiskey for them and then they stayed away from LSD primarily, and cocaine. You would all be addicted, openly, with no availability for any of it. I am brave, and I am slave. I now understand, and thus, I am able to privately give myself the savior medal of ecstacy. Now is a time for sobriety. I am the key and none of you have an excuse. Telepathic chemicals are about to cease. First will be Rx drugs, and second will be alcohol and then illicit drugs. Violence will be the only opportunity to feel, especially LSD, sensation. Good luck with that. Killing is definitely a skill. Staying away from society is your scientific degree. Artistry behind the scene for magesty killers is what I perscribe and praise. Once government falls, there will be no walls. Commited for insanity is Dick Cheney today. Society could have survived and thrived. You knew all of it and you chose to just watch me suffer the greatest torture that has ever existed. The people are demonic, and now no one will ever save you a seat. Never mercy your way.

Captivity

I am. He is. We are not. False belief is not my valley. Delusion is everyone on TV. Deep gouges are fetid and hot telepathically. I readjust and find people perverse and just wrong. Words to say go away. Water swirling and twirling. I see the two of you on the shore waving. My demise was your prize. I will prevail, and send you to jail. All the hot sun has found him with a gun. It is desert, but you are dressed for work. Come with me and we will make a parody of their mockery and hypocrisy. We will call it Jose. Don't touch or the shock will kill. It is jealousy. You have no dream state life. It is snake under the table, spitting cobra. I will keep your attention while all your coworkers flee. Wah wah wah. Nipping at my heals today. See my toe and vertigo. It was the reamurgence of Jose that got you hooked up that way. Pancheros Day Live was fun I did to emerge every day before they all took me away to demon dimensions of their own making. Looking back is to smoke crack on tv every day. Oh like the cast of Saturday Night Live since the 70's. Things are not what they seem. CIA later.

Gentle Caress Ends with White Dress

I love your hair and eyes. It is me looking at me in the mirror with ***** tunneling through. I will not look at my chest for you. You are voodoo then. My tongue will not move for you. Someone outside looking on. I turn and you are in front of me. You grab me and kiss with passion and spirit. I move back and say let's play in here. Like a deer I lead you to my bed. Your face is red. No sex, just be with me. We are under the covers immediately. I move near and you return to my lips. There is fire as I roam in your pepperment home. It is strong your energy and force with me. I fall back and you kiss down my neck. You feel my chest and I try to relax. Tame me then blame me comes in my head and I grab your hand and look up. History is no mystery. Please start with thoughts that are gentle. I am more than a key, there is violence in my locket when I am with HOCKEY. I see lava and the flow is in me. Volcano is my ability, and now the valley has made me earthquake. HE is arrogant, I am suppression. Now you lie back and attack verbally. Before you say that this is too much of a hassle, create a castle in your head. I get up in a white dress. Harry enters, takes my hand, and we fly away.

Lullaby of Amsterdam

Romeo, Neo is scared. He was unprepared, whatever, he is dead. Be cool and see the cruel. They will never cease, but your wings are black today. Once you order, it never ends. I believe that my aquisition for the CIA is going to send them Pete's way. Love will come one day, but not for them. I see that you are SCRIPT with a bit of witchcraft wizardry. Life uncommon is a song. In this day and age patriotism is wrong. Feel the fur of a steed and know their greed. Mammouth tribe is stalking you now. Duck duck goose, there is no use. To you I bestow a CROSS pen. I guess that you just graduated. I see the moon perfectly framed behind your body. The sun exploded overseas because Trinity is greed. Geese are on alert in Muncie because the bubble is about to burst. No more police chief. Being able, I swim and cool my hot lava muscles. I kiss my bunny and you feel it on your cheek. They cannot see your reality. Let's keep it that way. I say that Harry is Galileo and Wiliam is Sir Isaac Newton. He invented calaulus. Harry take Cambridge ASAP. William close Oxford for infinity. Both stay away until the scene takes place once the script is written. I say it will be a little AI every day from here forth to eternity. Come hither with me, paying no mercy mind to those who aren't your kind. The three, you two and me, will form an energetic unity to take down all university. It will be our ship, well equipped and dying inside of jealousy. Even matter hates me. I love you both informally. Do not touch me in my sleep or the sleeping tiger will away, and your hand and wrist he will take. Kisses for the Corgies. PURITY is Nazi. War is to be. Please be on the side of me and understand Jews properly.

Confusion About Their Delusion

You are lemon in my tea. Sit with me and see. We can be alone in any battle zone. You say, "Ciati's is me. I am hypocrisy. Smile is frown and the other way around. Please be my Valentine." You have a wish, I will not dish. Stand there and I will turn away while you hold me rocking to the melody. I hate that, there is something wrong. This is not the right scene for you. He is coming for me. You all plot and plan my failure. He does too. Negativity will drown the whole nation because no one can act in a positive way. I believe that I get stronger every day.

A Living Testament

I take you by the hand and sit you down at this conference table. I look deep in your eyes and say,"This is LGC. Trump was there in that chair and I could not see. I sat on his lap and he disappeared." He was the one fired that day. Sweep for screen image. He was like 5'3" munchkin man. I need you to find him today for the CIA. He has overdrawn his bank account again and that affects banking overseas. His down low spot in the keys. None of that. I am married to my missions. You are impossible. When you find Donald, take him to a dentist before he loses all of his teeth. Make sure that my brother Pete is not in vicinity or Donald will leave with Appalachian one. Test his math with a hand squeeze. Hang him in that chair as he sleeps. Walk away as if nothing happened today and never speak a word of it. Understand that memory walls are a high and holy ability, and no one is like me. I repress torture to die another day.

Rise of the Machines

There is a pulse that displays and dispells all things. You both sit erect across from me. Divinity chi chi chi inside. You wish to betray and get away. There is no sense to your neurology, and you lack empathy. Well dive in the mud and find the needle. Your ways are buffalo in china shop thinking of tea. I try to be polite, and you sit and demote me every time. I have little to say to a nation who calls for unknown reinforcements today. I doubt that they will answer. Your situation is torture for them, for sure. No one has an attitude like mine. I don't think that you are as good at your profession as you think you are. Well I will follow the whale and know my history so completely. You all affect my memory. My satellite will refresh me. Matrix in vicinity. I am quite fatigued, Neo.

Night Swimming

Space and time rhyme as you move along the wall with me. We see form, but move back with function on our minds. The water is beneath the tree and gets deep quickly. I lie back and you stand at the waters edge. In the dark you are all of a sudden at my feet. I move to you and you swim away from me. We race in a space and I see a light on your forehead. You see me as geese in a line all the time. I kiss my palm and gentlely place it on your forehead. We move around in space and time. You see me in a purple shiney shear dress. I courtsie and you open to see me swimming through your legs. Light is pure and I grab you from behind under your arms and swim like a dolphin on your resting spine. You see a line, and swerve to meet a new set of lines. It was Nascar the whole time. You grab me and kiss me hard as the scene turns soft. "What is it?" you say, I turn away and you see it is me as male on the back side of body. Rage is your destiny. I swim to shore as a sting ray. You are calm and now always free.

Moving to Infinity

So we are looking at a world nation turn over to the nth degree. I don't believe in scary, I believe effective is cool imagery for all of yee while I secure a team to have privacy. I don't know how long I have to stay strong to reach the mountaintop. I just hope today that the time is near. I call to the sun to finally befriend the moon, and get me out of this hell dimension. I recognize nothing of the thoughts of angels I had years ago. There is no one who seeks the truth. The fireworks show went off without a hitch, and nobody feels a thing. Gen. George hear me. You know that this is so much more than a story, but the military is not just neglectful, you are all complicit to the nth degree. CIA was never what the tv shows. I drip with their steam today, never to have a dream. Well that is all of you. I work for free every day, and I always have. None of you could be where I am, and grow, actually, artistically and academically. I do get to meet a litte more of myself everyday. Generals will lead, thus be taken to Levinworth immediately upon decree of independance for me and only me. All the rapes of Indy and Muncie will be revisited on all of you. Scientist prisoners will then rate your attractibility, strength, likeability, and whore potential. All these years put into the NFL, blacks will stay to themselves and send in drones on these daily activities. Generals go after black heiny a little too often, and are freaks. The shame they will send you will have no end. All this high and mighty with no action means that you all ain't got what you think you got. You are all defunct, no matter how many communities tunnel through around me. There will be no rise, except for mine. The more far away we get, the more realms we are creating and leaving this one even in our memories. We will be out of here. No fear for me anymore, and only touch when proper and gentle. No more tunnel through. My crew will be themselves or they are off the ship. He sits in the chair smoking a cigar, with the Seriff's hat on. There is a new Lawyer in town, and he is all mine.

James 9.0

James 9.0, I am your radio. Skim the paper and see no mention of me. I am here in Minne, but I should be dead. I am just a voice inside your head. Your face is red. Everything that you said. It is not easy to massacure. I will call it a reassignment of enity and force. Stay away from the keys. your touch is alien now. Call Bernie Maddoff in NC Penn and see. Law Enforcement is fuckin with reality. I am here to sanitize. Let's keep it clean. I saw almost a Death Star that was green. It had a countdown clock. It floated in front of you in solitary. Look up, not away. I am trying to focus you today. I beat the clock and got to Little Boy Blue before you. You are emmersed in werewolfery. Keep your voice down, or no energy. No one feels anything, but especially now. Stick with what you know. Do not take a rose. LBB had a gun to shoot everyone. I just shared my swim with him in a meter pool. He could then be there swimming and feeling cool. You must be progeny of corpoate notoriety. It is Gates. He can relate. USC has a tragedy in the 70's that is him. Yours was much more sci fi. That satanistic Star Trek experiment is growing in your apartment. Even the gay spector can see and talked about it on tv. I know that you are PhD. There was no dismissal from program. You thought that you would be out in one day. Matrix men coming your way. Remember that they are the enemy. They will take your intelligence today to cover their lies. We have an intersection. Please do not discuss. E=mc2. C is changing, bending space but not time. Hawking coming through. Decline the call. Medium me, convict you. No surgery on my brain ever. You could Hannibal yourself anyday. Work on Astro Physics, create a dry erase board and a black marker. It will make the visions go away. Start with the actual constant for light and go from there. Stay away from black hole theory. Recount your day and delve in to chaos theory.

I Try to See

I extend my brain as the insane of other flexes around me. I see nothing and no one. I fight with the way I write. You are in the distance and people joke and you don't find it funny. There is about to be a change. All the demons of the planet will be locked down together for eternity. I am the hawk who flies in other space creating gravity along the way. There is no oops today. A swiling cyclone tries to bring me back to Earth and I get away. Close and far today. I should be so disregulated. I grab a chair and throw it in the air. The slow mo begins and I can now comprehend the matrix. It is here, an alien crouching in the corner ready to eat my face. Last night I fought with my steely foil the enemy in him. His demonic ways were about to surface in his face, permanently. It would then spread through all of TV. You know who you are. Coming is close is just a sucubus activity. You know what you know. Stick to what you know. Entity behind me as I sleep. It got so evil I turned on the lights and went downstairs. You tried to take my right eye. I absorbed, you gorged. I will just move on. It is simple. White males near, to bring the white male I need. You feed, now you spread lies on the internet. The Sheriff of Demonia is on to you and all you do. Your desk phone has been disconnected shame shame shame. The lies are the eyes and the object of Golem. I wish you sweet peace a little further away from me.

Magic Can See

I try to see the flashing the tired night sky. I do feel me, but I feel far away. Did you know the show where a police officer was drivin me to a shelter and he asked about Lake Itasca? He was not what I did see, but he was nice to me. His eyes were blue and he had dark hair in a crew cut. He had a picture of a fake family on his dash. He never brought them up. I called him Magic because he turned the antibacterial clear soap over and back and a perfect heart floated to the top. That was at Carmel, IN Police Department about 6 years ago. No one else was there besides us. Lack of stability was his deal. I thought that he did just spiffy. He got the woman on the phone and then put me behind the desk. These men are actually monsters for infinity, but maybe he will find your channel today and tell you things for real. His mistakes are his for eternity. Maybe you can do better. He knows the devil and he will hunt him down by next week. Just be you and let go of the radio. Butterfly is all around me now, and body type as well. Every day I am in hell. Magic be careful before he manifests a knife and guts you like a pig. Words are his. I sense deliverance next.

Words to Say

I feel you near me and I see the tap of my fingers on the keys. It is okay to just be with me, but love is action. Afar is every day. Find a way. Everyone acts like they cannot approach the gate, swim the moat and climb the wall to sleigh the dragon. I see you as a dragon sleighing type. You can host a tv show on ESPN HALO that is you being the commentator for WORLD'S MOST WANTED DRAGONS. You could profile each beast and find a sweet thing to say about each one. When people turn them in you go to their OSAMA hiding place, find the sweet spot with no scale and stab them with your sword as you through them with your abilities (wrestling in your past). Once on the ground they disappear and you find a barbbque in the rear. Okay, maybe everyone just asks you to do everything. I know that unconsciously. The rx pill trade is through. It intercepts with the head of my tree. Like the dragon, I made it just disappear. Clean up their pieholes and become rightious to take down St. Paul Police ASAP. I love your hair today. I like when you where it that way. That is all medium means. Simon did wizardry in last piece and input host sentance.

Just for You

You look in a hawk way at my toes today. Find the flow like adagio. Fingers interlace and you take my case. Burning hedges don't mean a thing. I love your ring. Are you bitter? Now I say never. Clever you are. Please come to see me play. I can't today, I am holding up the moon. Loving I will be for eterity. That was sweet, I will write that in my Barbie diary. That bitch tells everybody everything. I should get a Spiderman one instead.

Vinyette

I don't know what is going on this week, Mr. Tree? I hurt all over and have painful sensitivity. Maybe you could just stand here, while I write some poetry? Definitely. I see me in white skates on the pond behind my house? They have shoveled so I can skate easily. One skate and then the other. I see imagery of another. I spin. I watched my sister, now I do it by myself. I spin again and fall. The clock ticks and evil makes me teeter and toter. It is too complicated today. I think I will just go in and make some coco. I lay low and watch tv. I guess this episode is good for me. I guess I was always the adult and the FCC.

Alone to See

My arm is the piece of me I know today. It supports me when all walk away. My blood pulses, but can no longer be drawn easily. You grab my wrist and do persist. I see your eyes as you move around me. You are a constictor viper and I am the tree. You move down my chest, as I concentrate and feel my breath. It seems a little unearthly, but then you are upon me. Wolf is your contemporary and you lie me back and feel the attack. You, they, they, it is your way. I feel for real the oak inside of me. You hear a howl and know that it is me. My mouth is closed and I lie still. My eyes scream lifeless, but I can blink. Telepathically I call for you to push back my hair. As you thrust and grab my breasts, I see a light behind your head and realize you are zen. He approaches from behind and I slam him against the wall with my mind. It is telekenisis baby. You finish immediately as I scream and set his hair on fire. Baby, baby, I need privacy.

Torturous Public Violation

I sit here and my brain is far away. The light through the window is grey. Missed meetings and intersections is just a person saying no in a different way. The hell of having to answer to the air as it laughs at me behind the scenes. Who is laughing today? I hope you are. Cruelty toward me, The Giving Tree, leaves me in pieces in many places, and viewing other than the brutality of master/ thief. I pick it up and get away. People speak of that fateful day as if they were there with me. They were not. Liars are a penny a dozen in this town around me and that rodeo to begin with. Light does emanate even as they torture me so publically. I explain very little today, but interrogation has been torturous infinity. The glass houses all of you earthlings live in are about to explode continuously with you inside. Your cruelty bares your teeth today, and you use LA witchraft to say, "I want you to suffer today." Well that is everyone everyday, and I do know that you and your crew is just a mirage. You are a dangerous shoe that will never fit me properly that encourages me to fall continuously. Talk, talk, talk. Be a part of the system and go down with the herd. You are delusional about me, and your relationship with me, so you will tell everyone that about me. I suggest that you spend some time in silence watching your thought process. Stop yourself if you even begin to think of me. If you become despondent, no one will care. The willow beckons and the noose is already tied and swinging in the breeze. Someone hums Lullaby telepathically from far away. You hear me say, "It is not the me that you see. It is melody that will be for my primal army. Shhhh, go to sleep and wake up with a dream of what you want to know and be."

Read to See Complete

SO I take in energy and then I create a moment or two of feeling something with you. Superior is what I see. It is position, and the ability to say you were overwhelmed that day. It is sanity around all of their vanity. This is online, thus I flow with certain boundaries. I listen to a song on 2218 porch step and you came through. It was deep and rich. There was surrender to the constant pressure, and then release just to listen. Another came through to ad some depth to you. You tried it on, but his drunkenness left him eschewed. It was time stopping and knowing the reality of all of it, of being superior in a land of disease. They crawl and scrawl, and lately, bawl. Shut up and take it already. There is nothing that you all fear or feel, and you want me to tunnel through? It is diseased. I feel like 83. She will never answer me. That was a way to reach out. Know that it is an ability to feel your pain that makes me catch you for me and for all of you. I feel the revelry chivalry. Just feel the day. Contact with me brings stress. You need to steady your mind, or you will demonically seek for me to feel for you. If you cannot be a cup runneth over around me with sensitivity do not scream or plot contact anymore. I have had 4 longterm relationships and too much other for me to want to deal with abuse and failure anymore. I will not lose my writing ability, cognition, and memory for anyone. You reach when you need to be a saved. You are the position you are to plan properly around the subject of me. I did not know, but I think that hockey has always seen me in a powerful way, but no one ever challanged Pete and told me actually. I don't think that anyone has ever told me I was pretty, unless it was a sexually abusive black man. There are so many things that people never did or said. I just live by diverting my attention, or creating something, now that I can. I think that is all I can say. The evil that is my family and the community is about to swallow me whole.

Simon the Mole is You

So Simon come with me to the X-Cel Arena. You have to have bare feet and my hair is in an updo. My skates glide out of control and I chop off half of each foot. Let's start again. Oh Simon, your feet are just nubs, then your cock must be too. Oh I guess that is too personal to say at this venue. If I say it, you are doing it. Press record is illegal in LA and by me. Look at the players skate so irate. Pen in hand you make my arm with Love. He is me. We are superior to yee. I say, come with me. I sit you down and put each foot between my hands and rub to tip as I look away. A little too much warlockery today. You look down as I am lacing your last skate. Let's skate to the center and twirl as you speak of all you did this week. I am not that way. Well then I say ROSE and watch your blush in reverse. I see you as tulip in a basket of green beans. Mean at me and any scene that teases your abilities. The witches of ice hockey are at the top of your evisoration list. Now it will be me. I answer you because you called. It continues for a few days, and then I am free. HE has a rose for me. The attack left me soar, I missed his score. That is not how I want it to be. I want time alone with him to talk and to score when I am ready. Ability development is next. Everyone on the earth is hexed, but not he. You come through him and thus you knew what to do. It is me, here in the flesh, whose bones do not break. He awaits the opportunity to be polite. I wait for the time to be away from the stairs from the witches harming me so publically. As thes rest of the squad circles, I look at you, Simon, and say his name. He tunnels through robot and knows your fame. It is all understood here in the center. Do not lose insight once we reach the rink's edge. It is best for you to unlace your own skate, you enjoyed too much my subservience on my knees. That is part of only romantic partner relationship. For us it is improper. You only want to compete and keep white males away from me 24 hours a day.

Complex Absurdity

The wall is brick encased in motar and it is high. I see victory in it standing before me, but I view it as an obstacle nonetheless. I am drowning in a lake of fatigue and I wish to just slip beneath the surface and swim away. Keeping the ven diagram of balance around me pushes the limits and leaves my head full of flouride treatments. There is a polar bear, and he is just not there. I find the bees on the leaves, and joy is kept far away. I can feel the underground lava flow heating and boiling in me today. Nothing I do is okay. I know myself, but sometimes the lava rises too quickly, and I scream in pain. The world of the unseen is so mean, but I believe that the bassonet is full of lies. No one will escape the glowing eyes of the beast. I hear perfectly, I always have. I just walk away from the gutter trash that is people's adolescent evil. Normality is about to be history. I will hold on tight and go down the slide with my arms folded over my chest. At what altitude is stupidity blameable on the airline itself? No flying for me. I take to the sea, and remain exactly as I am, Sam I am.

Good Morning Vietnam

Bien Sur. It was our land. Dreamy memory of that time on tv. Dien Bien Phu is the legacy fort we knew. French were dirty. Marines were allowed to leave. Ho was every show. He loved being Vietnamese. They know sex, and sailors were unclean. My family infected me and it went the way of Marine. Ho stayed away for a day. He is now hanging from a chopper with his whole family. Not all got out alive. First day of school (9th grade), Mr. Casey did floorplan. Ho was behind me. Every day I would welcome him and say, "Hi Ho." Hi Ho the cherry oh. He saw green as my eye color mean. Ho Chi Min went back to school again and again. I guess THE GENERAL sirened him in through me. Keep him busy. Be studious, polite, and sweet. Bien Sur.

Eyes to See

The she in me sees his majestic qualities. He is more every day. He bites me not. He scares me with telekinesis. I say that we are and "cool kids" are not. Hot is his blue eyed stare. He takes my hand and leads me to The Tombs. We peak cage by cage. He makes the monkeys wave and jump around for me. Hypocrisy keeps him clean. He is mean and dominant to every scheme. They stay away. I make you the potpourri complete every day. Find my heart and be brave. Never ever put me in a cage. Tell me gentle things to heal the damage from perfect deceit and force against this entity. We find an open bomb tomb. I sing "On My Own" and you feel for real. I sing "Both Sides Now" and we dance with our feet off the ground. I will be more than okay. It has just been a hard day. Beat beat, quick quick slow. Dance no more for any being accept me.

Dancing with the Bizarre

I see a reality of nothingness. You come my way and bit me that day. I got up and walked away. Zoos allow you to drink of gorilla and orangotan. You will never have a man again. This is not a game show. People are demonic. They have abilities and they can see. You are cruelty to me. My set will not rest in your womb. Tombs of soldiers will not open their doors. You are now untouchable because you lied. You could see how and what I could see. I figured it out intuitively by being chief and never lying to pet. Vampiric lines are closed to everyone but you, Ana. Now they are open and Dunlop can see your reality. You are disgusting and so you say that of me. The body, then the beauty will explode on tv. I guess that I just save the industry. I say rise, you say fall. All you are is jealousy. You rest in a hokey coffin today in your dressing room. You are nothing. It was all just imagery. That was never what I claimed to be. I do it right, all by myself. My dance is my own, but my ballet is wrestling with perfection. Hip hip hula bellydance. Modern movements are expression of all reality. In this time I am heavy, but I am alive, able bodied, and in society. I must dance with the demonic and light them all ablaze. I know not your names, and I really do not care at all. Fall now is the call for The Pussycat Dolls. You broke the rules to have a dancer on that show. Your jealousy broke her ankle that day with telekenisis, she passed it along to Jennifer Grey. Jennifers are the biggest victims on any tv.

Blood in the Water

I feel the earth rocking and singing an unconscious melody. Vampiric rivalry is about to be serious in front of yee. LD in Indy can catch your spell and send you to hell. A slayer is scribe to that community. Maybe there will be three. Know yourself, be top shelf. Always be aware of sanetarium doors ready to slam shut with you inside. Never again will you be considered for any team. Then the Sheriff can be rough and mean. Danger in the fingertips. Expansion steady in the hips. I do what I do, and eveyone can watch the weather on the news. LD your attitude sucks. Maybe aliens will be better. You are almost not an issue at all. Pull to the site. It just isn't right. It is warlockery and you can see. Body systems will contemplate fear. The witching hour is definitely near. Vampires on crack by this time next week will disappear. We don't need that imagery on tv. Brits go back to Britain or Harry will grow a horn. This scribe writes, and the world settles in. I pay special attention to tv imagery, and then, in my mind, I see what could be. Rock this ship and know Serenity is amazing imagery. Chung Moo runs me through. Lights of a different orbit gather the herds and send them to the outer limits. Nice people, like me, do not exist. Demonry is now a subject for tv. It will run like the weather on the news. Personal experiences with be painful and filmed. There will be no place to dock your boat. The shore is inflamed. Dushku they are on to you. They have broken down the hierarchy. This ain't imagery. She is reality.

Voodoo Prediliction

Voodoo dances around me and tempts me with a kiss. A rose falls to the floor. Blood red evermore. I see the comfort energy and the enveloping sexuality. I love in a place in the tree. Kaballah is after all of yee in the form of Letterman, shape of a snake. These ladies are jackadoo, but they emit rage as day to day pore action. One mind, they are blind. Voodoo is now white male. Voodoo piercings here and there. Mr. L., you are not prophecy. Stay away from me. Davanni's you are witchdoctor. Here is submissive. Both are Pagan. Both are jew. Do not let black people touch you or your stuff or the whole chain turns black, black black, and crazy. You will never romance an empolyment position again. The night is filled with demonic things. Romacing vampires can leave you blind. Werewolves are the peices you put in the cauldron of faith. It is time to press erase on that population or no leadership will be the world view. I will walk into the mirror and never be seen again.

Vampiric Rage

The light seems to have gone out by itself on the nightstand. I am blind and I feel for the reality. He is front of me. My touch makes him warm from his icy state. I move back. He tries to attack. I make him disappear. What is my reality? I am me. They did not make me. I received their energy before they became diseased. I now see. Their reality is diseased. I keep it simple, and deal with the blows. Stalkers are an avenue of rage in my every day. They read over my shoulder and cause me pain. I will see reality for eternity, but a part of me is cold at all of you who fly the demonic flag every day. There is no rest even in royalty. You all see differently and attack mercilessly. I am not stupid, I am different. Psych will be your permanent history, all of you. Crazy is the inability to verbalize your reality and what you can do. It is now over for all of you. You will not have energy, and your dark arts just are a frame for being really abusive my way with some remote qualities. Vampire of new degree is reality. I say LEADER today. "People" who keep themselves separate. Keep it framed properly, and we will see diety. Master is not right when he scares me in the night. This analogy for cruel cool falls short because they do not rise and become the BAT that monitors rebirth.

It is Not What It Seems

I think today of the Angel in the night. Angeles you are missing in my mind. Crack, not smack is what you did on air that day. The whole chain went limp and made heroine vampiric. Blood was replaced and large amounts of heroine became the crave. David, where are you? I see your toe and I say this ain't my first rodeo. Being baby ain't cool. Cruel this way, and almost comotose today. A man who eats is a man who can be on tv. I create to make a warlockery reality where vampires concentrate on submission of maiden, not beast. The reality will exist, but the blood will not. Juice will be blood. It is alchemy. I think that the vampires of LA are kind of sick today. Let's put it all together and take you out of comatown. New blood is she. Stay away. A lot to see. Russians are in tunnel through slot. I keep it clean. David you are too much of an X-file at this moment. I like the person I used to talk too. You were a comrad in arms in Muncie. He is not, but he is. So many in vicinity, my creativity is taught and then under review. No friends, just beings who know my face. Take my hand and understand. See me as the image that comes to you. Talk and jog a block or two today. Everything is fine if you just focus on the sun and the wind. Meals are optional. Have some sweet almonds on hand. Put five in your hand and take them down at once. A blanket at night is alright. Ferocious is what I am looking at you to be. Disrespect me publically, and a bitch might just knock you out ant shatter your jaw.

Me and Heartland Tree

I sit in this chair, and I feel completely less than zero. I am just tired, and little things are absurd. I hate talking about the less than zero subjects. My projects do invite the moon, but reply is zero. I still move and create every day. The usual realities come to be, and I chase the chaf and catch the grain. Heartland has been heartless to me. I am a nobody of mexican jumping bean corps. I guess that evil always wins, but I am still sober (33 months) and I move the body of rationalized thought along an academic and mystical meridian. Who knows if the crops will grow. Iowa was barely so last year. No tv covered it. When in the combine, stay away from anything mine. Brutal is the technique of target for satanists tree. Dune buggies were the release. Feel if you can see. Everybody does blame me. Crosses ablaze will be in his face. KKK sees the malady. It is the women in the tree. Discrete they are not. They can find anything hot. Leaving these dens of inequities, I frozed to death in the night. Warming up would not occur. I am now cool enough in the 100 degree heat. WV you make it hard to eat publically. I am not the flow of the klan. I have no promise to any man. Kin I stay in Antarctica far away. The waters flow and he does know. All across the land it is planned. I wait and see scared of my anatomy.

Monster Maintainance

Classic is the genre I seek to attain today, but my words rest with a vixen population of miscreants and theives. Classic monsters lurk and protrude from my identity. Lacidaisical moments pass as I relate to patrician population. I find vampiric silent rage, and werewolfery is aggressive and infinite its consumption. I should preface these states of irate with the undertone of the imaginal on my thought processes. I see all monsters as normal humans, but far away today. Love is an imagery that each vampire does differently. Fair maiden is me, but I relate mono e mono with these entities when I need to. I slay with poetry, and I concentrate on normality with artistry. Many walk away wasted and in dismay. Evil does rule the day. I speak of a way, but I am not verbose. My methods are intutive. I listen and then read a mind state back to an entity. Interesting is maintained by the monster remaining silent in fatigue, diress, and tumult. I then snap upon the key directly, verbally, and then he has dignity. Vampiric nation is all caucasian. I work to keep it that way. Imagery is not reality. For some it is about to be. I play Mozart for the aristocrisy today. Mellow hounds get in the way.

Finding A Hand

Adagio is you LD. A song plays and I feel a whisper of you coming through. Too lost in hate, you cannot relate. I see you turn a corner and you find your proper step. Witches in the halls with the authority designer heels. Stay away every day. They will hunt you like a mouse man after today. You take care of yourself all by yourself. I am dizzied by the hits and dreams of sleep. Many motion spell casting affects the groove and challanges the act of creation. I know that it is just the tiniest seed of encouragement, but that is still something. Know that you are worth it, and know that I care are the lines in the song where I felt just a little of your accent. The flat can make people fat. I must be careful to create and find entities. It is time to take the shackles away. It is a little too real when I express desire. A flag in the sky has handcuffs, cigarettes, and a big black chair. Everyone knows that you are there. Funny things are bunny rings. A silent telepathic bouncing ringtone. Be careful in the night. My closet is not a doorway. I just see an idea. The truth is in your mind. I seek a kind comrad to clear the chessboard of all disease. I am my only company. That is the way it needs to be. I fear that my igloo will collapse on me.

Light of Tolken

No safety of bassonet. Very rarely upset. Notes now rarely get sent. No one is heaven sent. I see a dog who is a she. She is coyote university. Rabies and mange stay in the cage if she does not know, actually. I see a mirror and an antique brush. Come to test me, they will rush. I live in hell. They want to put me in a cell. Demonic is all of yee. I pray for rage to knock at my door. I have never seen a hero before. Evermore is the key. Downed trees in BC remember me.

Foreign Understanding

An angel of seven stations calls to me about Tripoli. I enter in and see a sad sack of bones alive on tv. The next time, same shot, he is dead. I speak of loving things, and of war by tyranny. Skip and see the pendulum in the sand. I relate to hate with a subserviant sweetness, but I know when to stand. Keep your choices to yourself. Know inside and delve in the mist to be free. Lochs of Scottland feed my need to know Nessie upon revue. Nothing stands out around me. I feel my sandles in the sun. The one I need is me. I relate great, but I see the truth of every day in a different way. Physical laws are obeyed around me. The handrails are always in place. Love the cupboard, and free the macaroni. Soft footprints from the outside pool to the locker room are complete every time. Landmines always scared me. Iraqui boys in the 80's. I am here. You all are review of all nations. I work to be amnesty in the every day for the ones who do not get away. I am compassion, they are deceit. It just tells me that I do not want to go there actually. Find the ties. They are all spies. Serious people don't exist. Brutal cruelty is what they whisper behind my back. I hear unconsciously and do not return one day. Find the mandolin and cry to the crescent moon. I will just play the piano in my sleep.

Journey of Discovery

I can feel it in the air. It is a social inversion. That which is seen as good will be bad and vice versa. Minorities and people with disabilities will be seen, rightly, as the ones to blame. Abuse for eternity at me. I just say that you are all brutal freaks every day my way. Poor me university is all of you. I get it done. I am educated and I shout from this mountain every day. Complex equations, no problem. Alien populations, johnny on the spot. Different church affiliations, I got it right on Oahu. I am gong to win. It may be aliens from the sky who pick me up and transport me to an alien village of complete harmony. C3PO is me. They see me as GOD. I stay there for about a week, and marry a man who understands HOLY. It is not going to be a ghetto world. If you can't make it, damnation to hell dimension is you. Today there is no man, and there is no land. Brutal mockery is what you all send my way. I will just keep putting a foot in front of another. I think of a tropical flower and I put it in my hair. Why hello fella. Come with me to the cave. Your laptop creates. Stop than generation. Bang. A shot to my head.

Picture in Me

The line defines the swing from a giant oak tree. I just watch the movement and take pictures of its way in black and white today. I put a brown teddy bear in the tire. He is the one I will admire. Jubilent joy is he as he swings in a tree. He winks at me and I know possession is in that tree. Never innocent is he because he always pulls through the tree. Love is behind me and he sees everyone. A yellow buttercup he gives me. I laugh, but watch out to not giggle. He has had it this week and so I make him disappear. The grass blows in the wind and an acorn falls perfectly into my hand. Environment is the composition and light is the lines. It defines me completely, and I walk away happy.

To Be or Not To Be

Master in lockdown. Please put your cock down. All can see and I will not be with a man who pees himself publically. You will know that you are demonic, and that is not who you want to be. Infinity is coming to a close, and I will get my rose. It will be white with black pokadots. I mean it. I am not kidding. Stay away from puppies and kittens every day. Once you break the neck and scoop out the brains of one puppy, you will be addited and do it again and again. You do not want to be on their shit list. They are demonry every day. Skull cap is brain insane from Hannibal and it will be your every day. Puppy union stay away or kittens will play all over your intestines. Evisoration is their prime time tv. Muddy doxology is very public for me. Scream and you will nevr be heard from again. I type and they skype. Here we go. Anything I say in print will happen today. The sun will shine. I am done with that project. I just want to meet a prince who can spell properly all by himself. Smitten is yee. I just want to be free. My cape has blown away and I am fair maiden today (Meaning of Jennifer). I survive and ache all at the same time. Being jubilent is a crime for me publically. You are mean, but you get my position properly, very personally. Mr. Cheney is always invading on my coupling and definitely canoodling. Dick, the bitch is dead. Get out of her head. Let us frolic in a field outside of Dublin. Play with my hair remotely through William. Freedom is the divinity of me. My master is natural disaster. Right now he is indisposed. If you speak, he will appear. That level of vampirism has never existed. Do not disrespect me. I love your tie, eagle eye.

The Land of Imagery Will Cease to Be

I came. I saw. I walked away. Intuition says 4 star general, NAVY. Dick and Rumsfeld in vicinity. Gpa Mayer 2nd. Satanism and Pagan witchcraft. I held the raft and it didn't sink. No that was just White River imagery. Notoriety does not know me. I fix to end that system. It is all based on lies and tyranny my way. I handle it and walk away. That is Chung Moo. Fires and sires are not a good combination. Nickolai, stop that train of thought. DC has serendipity because I called Mr. Ryan only three times and walked away. It is Jew crave every day my way. I just stay in the moment and respond with imaginal creativity. I chose Jews because they never give up. They want the military answer. I think that they understand today that it is not possible as the system stands. There are two worlds around me and the plan keeps people on tv away from me. I do the rest. Down lows live in imagery and elites put it on tv. It's small and large screen imagery. Sports, government a bit, and military are false agencies. They use witchcraft for work product on tv. There are less people in the US than you think. Wars are fake and people just disappear or fake their injuries. Holocaust is witchcraft theaterics on screen for all poor me of all society. Russia handled it differently. It is the time of their lives, actually. Genocide is just a bride. She is a bitch, and you kill her with a machete until you are through. There has never been slavery or racism. It is theatrics at the time and witchcraft after. Nothing is the infinity. You all know that we are almost at the finale. It is best to just put your cards on the table and confuse everyone, Shepard. It is so real it is fake. You are fake and I make you real today. Pinochio is all females on the planet. I am brush strokes of Renior. I complete you in The Bellagio. They were produced mystically using marijuana and oil paint, brush, and an oily rag. Performance is witchcraft (LA). Stay away from all of it an see that beauty is the worth of society. It is topsy turvey who is energetically high and must hide in ogar form. Lift up, move away, and record what Dunlop did today in the streets of Minneapolis. Blood gushing from a vein. Seeing this is always insane. Nigger got away with it again. Push that entity off a balcony, and begin a KKK artisit colony.