Losing Lust, Gaining Trust

There is oil in the soil.  I listen and find a coma for me in the chair.  I have been in commas twice, from spotcheck overdose.  Links of station are ruined in this moment as necromancy of me becomes not just popular, but regal.  My body spirit connection is strong, but I release without entering another realm.  That realm was not active until a few years ago.  Drool is not cool, but boy did they know that they were cruel.  Pieces of me here and there and scaples everywhere.  I will not be distracted by a bar challange, I answer the songbird who seeks to know nightingale and quayle.  They are just dirty, sexual, birds (people who repeat negative, untrue statements, about others).  I am about to walk through a door gate.  No more speech around me that is unclean.  Their cruelty to others will be infinity.  I submit and handle most of it, but a new moon is rising.  I share and prepare the troops for battle, at the same time.  Without my medals, id.s, and uniforms, I PROVE I am Military and Academia at the same time.  I require Artistry from you, the student, to lock down and triangulate your crave past sexuality.  I think that that is the point of today.