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?