Team White Male Minus Gay

There is a lost feeling inside of me today.  I am trying to free my beingness from a past that is way too arduous to even have a flicker of a dream.  Having the whole world against me was the actual odds, and I had no validation of ANYTHING.  Well things are coming to be, it feels, and I may see a new moon in the sky.  I have worked to evolve all subject theory while dealing with the most guilty on the planet trying to put their guilt on me.  When despots become kind daddies to your dreams, you know that you have reached the point of absolute reversal.  There may be some bombing of venues tonight to deal with the witcheries there.  Indy unite to do it right, and state that all I wanted, and enforced, was peace in that vicnity.  Wild Beaver Will (partial owner) lived in the bldg next to athletic club and also one more over with his girlfriend bartender Heidi.  I never went in there.  He did pass by my bldg (The Colonial) a few times, and I ran into him once.  We had a pleasant talk and then he hit O' Malia's (stuck them up with my name and past credit card), and I went in with my groceries.  I guess I have a good memory and I have very little to say today except women and minorities FUCK YOU, stay away.  I am team white male every day.