Breaking the Sea

Mr. Dunlop, you sit with me morose today.  The infinity of love is you, not that Bennedict Arnold behind your eyes and in your body.  Shake free.  Be your own identity.  Love me eternally and see a plane that cannot be violated.  Vicious rumors this week will be quelled by a court of law.  I am prepared and all against me are THE ENEMY.  Take care of it NAZI. pistol (NOT lugar), one shot to the heart.  If marked, never will they be loved again.  I guess that this is just a story and we have not suffered the pain of separation and your miscommunication.  I feel you rolling in, like the fog in an intertidal zone while others walk away with jeering cruelty.  I made it today, but I am more exhausted every day.  Sleeping I slip into another dimension and leave behind the burden of dreaming.  I know that you are demonic, but I see promise in your gestures.  Can't those who have released themselves into that realm just get along with me very well.  Can't I just be a good counselor's counselor.  I do not mean the profession, I mean the demonic that listens to demonry about me and gives a pat on the back.  Well these counselors are heavenly plants, constantly recording so that they never get caught.  Mr. Dunlop, see me separately and know that my will is my own.  I do not set people up.  My heart is open, but the set up happens anyway.  That is my grand planning and divine comedic timing.  People think that it has been just so easy harming me time and time again.  Well, people, it has been.  The wave is much more like tsunami than a surfing fantasy coming your way.  It is intuitive in me, but I feel that something is happening after my medical examiner saw me today.  I love that my forensic psychiatrist is also my medical examiner.  There is so much ha ha ha gufaw gufaw about it.  My new white male single or married counselor that will see me in a month I am sure is a gift in this same type of way.  He is probably the LAST PhD doing therapy out there.  I will yank his coat and be his goat.  We will see what is the astral plane in therapy and I will discuss the reality of fantasy versus abusive release for me.  I need men to not even have sexual fantasy toward me anymore.  I lay in a land of child vulnerability that has been so violated theraputically in the past.  I guess my sexual abuse is just a big joke around town in theraputic circles thanks to Lois Schluter and Daniel Thompson.  Maybe I will share with this new counselor what I want to do to all of you at Schluter and Associates and Abbott Northwestern Hospital Cognitive Behavioral Therapy Program.  Hopefully this counselor can laugh with me and put out an APB.  We will see.  With you, I hope to agree.  Counseling a quad vampiric spirit may be a bit surreal, but with you I will not be cruel.  Touch is not an option physically or telepathically.