Collage of the Day

Tapping at my door is the way to enslave, not be brave. I need real people, real time in my life and on the line. I fight for my own and others' dignity every day. There is a point of no return, but I am just HOBBIT, not going to try to figure that out. I am mixed in emotion today, and I make basketball tribe EMOTICONS in reality. Mr. Love, find your core, a basketball heart, and we can speak on it. For now I feel no relation, but boredom. Stay out of my chamber thought space. Royal lines are being stepped on today, and suragacy is proven to be a poor way to communicate with me. I will be fresh and new at the end of the day, but not all of you. There has never been a friend, relative, or pairing. You all delude with ritual and ceremony. Being polite and cordial is the hunting ground for telepathy now, as we all begin to disengage from every personal entanglement we have. I believe that Rubio is an ANTI- ROMANCE WRITER. He is to go at Gov. Scott Walker today, and eventually Paul Ryan. Chess never is a mess. You all just don't realize that the rules present stalemate right away, like solitaire, and I am playing gin and kings in the corner at the same time. There will be things we can study, but not now. Students are diseased. It is witchery and some wizardry to make the brilliant feel dumb and lesser than. Lock the door all by yourselves. You have the abilities, I do not. Hey you, don't even use the term jigaboo around that black man telepathically. He is your size, but rhino with bull elephant behind his eyes.