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.