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.