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.