Desert Calling

I feel the strips of fabric being placed over my face. It is time to not see. It is society all over me. I would wish for a ball to hold me in the night and release my spine when necessary. I call you steed. They are all greed, and stay away until that day. I am not the one who has to be there. You are not either. Let's go to lunch instead. I guess I just travel with the men inside my head instead of the dead heads of community and society. They refuse to grow and harm with verbal doings. Let's do a letter slide to Muncie and find the clues that are presenting themselves today. I have those I must push back, energetically every day. Please stop being on that list. I must be careful what I speak in the land of madnesses madness. Beakers full of fluid in a centrifuge never made you and it does not designate the pattern of DNA. It is all fake and that moth on Darwin's tree was real. I feel fundamentals coming at me, and mormons charging me actually. Tie her to a tree and see what does be in your mind's eye for free. Is that virginity? Is that purity? Make these "waif's" prove their worth, purity, and service. They are so fuckin evil, and only YOU can guide the charge to out the gout of MIMICRY psychologically as a part of me. It will take him 10 minutes, Elizabeth. It ain't so smart to be you today. I would say that you were a tart all along. Leave my Charles Manson alone. He will never meet you. He has plans for others and will always be kept away from your MORMON reality (desert).