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.