Being the Being

My mind is encased in their mercury and I reach for yee.  Pretty is not a word that I hear, and beautiful is worse.  The cruelty extends to the beat of a noose every five seconds, but speaking of it is not possible.  No one will listen, and doing anything is worse.  The hammer slams into my skull if I speak up or skirm.  There is never a ceasing now, and I have to be perceived as normal somehow.  People on TV are so dramatic to me, I hold it in until the screams slip out with no other option. This space that I mind is lonely and always under seige.  To me they do not speak it, but once I leave their lips move in a brutal fallicious way.  If I heard all of their lies I would be aching all the time.  Even to write this, they speak of my paranoia because their cruelty is primarily witchcraft of all varieties.  I have dealt with it my entire life.  My study is vicinity and my knowings are true.  I respond, I do not practice, and it drives them crazy.  Women are an evil that cannot be contained on the page.  Men can be worse in their conduit betrayal.  I write to you, fair one, to find release.  They practice telepathically, this morning, up way too early the past 3 days, and I must just take it as they sit together planning my demise.  As I am present they cannot speak it into the air.  Start locking these mutants at Shakopee down and studying them.  Take notes, do not use a computer.  I need external study.  A hypothesis comes from intuition and observation.  A principle comes from researched truth.  A law comes from at least three different researchers repeated truth.  Let's just work on principles for now, so that you know that it is best not to publish this research.  We will use it in a comical way to go at these bitches and whores every day.  I have my methods.  I want you to bring yours.  If weird people try to get your attention in the street, and especially try to touch you, walk away or HE will play.  No one knows you, and I know your name is false.  I am actually glad to be up and working this early in the morning.  Thank you for the stopping of avarice my way.  I need to not be touched or even implied so.  Lie not to me, telepathically, but yet to everybody verbally.  You are very special to me.