Sunday, July 29, 2012

Courting Prose

Hello, I am the voice inside your head giving you someone to talk to. It is difficult, Mr. Masters, to let anyone in. My first kiss was scripted. He was a Hungarian prince and I had no idea. It took quite some time, but I just waited for him to initiate. It makes a good story, but that is not the reality. He was dysfunctional and mean, and he left me after about a month and a half for a whore. Well I was not ready for more, so, in essence, I showed him the door. I bet his feet are burning today. He needed to give up when I was in Muncie. He now has a list of charges a mile long, and I sit here, at coffee, with my MAN sin dance. There is more than you can see. I am the best case of chronic courage and politeness in history. My compassion red velvet cake always sells out at the fair, even if I can't stand to be there. Proof was in the tapioca pudding at birth. You are all land and sea in your mother fuckin cruelty. Yes, she speaks. I felt all of it, and you all know it. It should have gleaned compassion, but instead everyone on the planet says that I am not worthy, and we will brainwash you and label you crazy. Just wait about what is about to drop. Tony Thornburg is the short stop who has caused so much SKINHEAD trouble all along. Tony there was no drop shop experience with you. I was physical with you three times. A relationship that does not make. Energetically superior, thus rape is the military label for that function. No art school cred is going to save you now. There has never been anal rape or consensual anal intercourse. I am a virgin and it drives you all crazy because you are child molesters on me and any baby in the forest. Phantom across from me is in a frame to see energetic upper eschelon hierarchy as baby. I very much understand his flow, but I say no. You all want what you can't have today. Rapists and murderers are all of you on me. For you there is no destiny. I can break it down eloquently and always be so fuckin classy. Movements of the sun, he plays with his gun. Let him just shoot himself for fun, in symphony, in Indy. I am the Eye of the Tiger. Muncie is a nevermore.

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