A Man From My Past

Inference that you are me is my melody.  Try it for a day, and you will be taken away by an ambulance any day and tortured.  They won't quit, and you won't submit.  My plan is held in a perfect brown leather briefcase, and held in the hands of a psychotic geometry professional who liked to watch me swim privately.  Beating the boys was only part of it.  We had a tey ta tey that was not three way.  He had another 3 good years before Anoka came his way.  He now sees the face of evil, and he will NEVER rest silent again.  What is the point?  They will do it anyway.  Don't talk to Jennifer that way, is him to the core.  She loves more than infinity every being in front of her and now she doesn't even have the ability to house herself in a city so filled with high level practicing witches, even in transient population, she can barely see.  Well she just walks in, sits down for hours working, and leaves NO MAN BEHIND.  There will NEVER be a bull like her.  Your prophecy is OFF Mr. Freeman.  Her "math" is right on.  CRIMINAL is YOU.  She is just higher than all of it.  It is just ONE thing she did for me the other day, and all you infer is sexual servicing.  That is OUR illness toward her.  She is NOT a prostitute.  She is National Honor Society to the nth degree.  She doesn't even list it under honors section on resume.  That is how high level her brain CORE MATTER is.  Quantum arythmia today.  She works anyway to give me voice, and heal my choice.  No more altheizmers or effects of stroke yesterday.  Yell at Karen and be free.