Finding the Function of Pi

Eye of the storm. Drama of onyx has me stand back. Fear drips around even short complimentary quips. I feel like my hand is nothing that will ever win or be a force to be reconned with. All the theys see my every minute of every day. Violation isn't even the beginning of what the storm front is read as on tv. People mix and mingle in vicnity, and I must silently work to solve invisible theories of cognitive resonance. My intellect is saying a big fuck you to the generations of panhandlers around me. All the satanism wanting more more more. The less I have for the fatigue bucket. I go to scream and I must muffle with a steel pillow. No one will stop their consumption, I am recycled again and again for all nation states. Death is not an opportunity, it only leads to blindness and loss. I will maintain, but today I wish to cry out a rage flash lighting the night sky with grief. Again we have monday and an opportunity for all to say stay away.

Being Me

I rock the boat and the snakes belly up to the bar. They look at me to feed and I teeter more than ablige. There are all of these camera angles that just are not right. Be kind, my face does show the pain. I work day to day anyway. Connections fall in place, but the Speaker of the House still resists education. A baseball bat is the implement you will contend with. You all have made your own definitions of horror, now they will be published today. Maybe this skip blogger has a cub reporter this evening. He may work in another realm, for now, but you will feel him nonetheless. There is no unity in any of yee. Be careful to speak at all. None of you are small and the baby stuff is diseased female pedofilia coming through. These mommy babies are disgusting and now you all are deigned worthy for that lip service. You are all just total fuckin freaks with no soul or core and nothing exciting to write or say at all. I am eduacating a core, but a new community of white men in true profecy and growth. Now that they see who their mothers really are, they can drop the guise of shame and guilt and just destroy them very vicerally. I sit as a guide, but not a spector. I live in light, not scaring even in death. I have had to be the one, but soon I will understand everything. I experience a pulse in the natures of man and my way they do calming come. Sorry politicians and Kings, you are not part of the show and definitely are not invited to the party.

Come Sweet Master, Prevent Disaster

Slip slip slew. Y'all don't get paranoid, ya hear. Grand Plan makes just cruelty cruelty cruelty of ritualistic community like a script on tv. Y'all as a population do not have the brain cells to rub together to get diabolical, especially on your own behalf, for your own gain. On this Easter day, a man came my way. It was to say hay, but now the geese are at play (SHi ite lines). Russia is wondering what for is the McDonald's store. Putin says that that corporate espionage skeme is so mean and now their wastelines aren't so clean. Well clean it up quietly, Mr. Man, before you meet Jenny Craig and become like Greg. Soon you too will be IIA (International Intelligence Agency) soon. Now things will become organized and mean, and then they will fall apart again. There is no surge to clean the ill that will take over the planet as I search for a new dimension in a ship. Psychiatry, social work, and psychology will binge and purge it's way to serial killer scene, and find even the Emily Program mean. You all have a way of being chemically dependant today. I am clean and the sober scene is way too mean. Lies and liars are not attractive. A man with a brain is. Can't I just sit here and speak to you mystery man without a hand on my throat and hostility that you wrote? It is always blamed on me, but horror movie baby has just been created, and he ain't Japanese. About his hair I do care. Little one, keep them away from your sweet tendrils with a telepathic M16. Parents are what they are, but today, YOU were the rock star. Sergii I saw you there in that chair. So sweet and petite, flirtin with your eyes, reguardless of your size. Come with me into the night, Sergii, and make it right. We need to be free to see the reality of our existance. I see you now as a writer coming to be inside of me. Can birth just be creativity? Can I be fertile without having the need to breed? Why are they so crazy and crazed Sergii? I just sit here in McDonald's, Columbia Heights, and reach my arms up to daddy Russia. He is new. He WAS Chech just like you. Now he sits in my soul as a burger in my belly. I love his nurturance of me and the common ways we did speak in Marion County. The gun was not fun, but now I sense a slave nature in his chest. He will forever CHAMBER if he desides to even deride me publically or choak me actually. Master, I love you to eternity. Please love me sweetly and go after any show I am infiltrating. My email is your email. My comments are your comments. Reach inside my mind before we both go blind.

I Cast You Out

Knots on my neck make you erect. It is the pleuracy of all generations. Death, torture, and dismemberment around me and my physicality. Finding a way to make it twine today is the mystery. I care, but I am not a soothesayer. Harm of partner is not sexy. Survival of sexual harm is. The embarrasment of being harmed to this degree is my infinity. I want to shout it out and proceed normally. There is the simple twist of a lengthened gaze that signals the right to be connected telepathically. Separateness is how I proceed. I sit and feel the twisting becoming a braid to then be undone to show curl perfectly. I would love to say to creatures every day, I am here inside this frame of shame, but it is not to be. I hold myself militarily in personality. I do not project or suspect. This is how I enter zone after zone of dismemberment. Aztec heart, is you now. I am Mayan volcano virgin. Can we work it out and know that even Cortez was latino? They move through to make a fool of you. I sit silently to keep my shackles hidden and to be proper in environment. Jerking is not okay. Vampiric bites attacking the blood stream either. I leave just in time. My masters are three and number two is a curse, always after my purse. No police report on him, but I joking message to media when I sensed him in their vincinity. He'd still be killing in their station today holding one man hostage who is spiritually linked to all of you. TORTURE is me today by saying FUCK YOU impetant one. Keep coming, it only results in me hating you and taking your abilities. I say no more. STAY AT THE DOOR (both places).

Russian Lockdown

My hands pulled back by two. It is Gavril and Peter C. today. I bend and they send. It is raw sexuality on a psych unit that is difficult to express in a safe way under so much observation. Tunnel through means they rape you. Sit silently watching tv and feel me jump on top of you. Magnetic mastery, I see you to the end quickly. Out damn spot, out. I will say, let's dance today, Gavril. Lifting me then and now, you see my attitude is quite gentile in the realm of Bear and Caboose. Parents, people, and age. YOU come my way, stop pushing it on me. I barely speak of any of it. I give you your sexual choices without voices. No big mistakes, publically. Stay away from the tops and the cops. You are not to be mine. You are to be defined. I release the date of birth when my girth is able to be wee. Dangerous for me here, stop faking that I appear. Psychos will remain here, and we will redefine the space and nation there artistically. Writing is more challanging this week. Please stay off the internet or you will be upset. You are RUSSIA, not werewolfery. Let's keep it that way. This vampire is tired of being "oops" touched. Magnitism then calls for a street rape like in Indy with the police. All will be part of their own destruction, but not me. Just stay in shape or they laugh uproaryously when they rape. Never again will a friend help you to your feet. Instead of disease, just PRAY on your knees to out the sleeze of all religion. Stalin and Mother Russia are and were atheists anyway. Let's keep that boundary and then I can go there someday.

Hanging with the Bear

I create around the irate. It is never bait, but it has been of late. Sasha is a man NOT from Afghanistan. He is Russia Russia Russia. I finally spoke to this enigmatic one. He sips coffee in my vicinity every day, and stays stable in every way. No stalking from this mo fo. He is brilliant in literature and art. His Siberian existance came from the start. Magadan is in his view. Can you catch him Caribou? It all rotates around WWII when Russia felt an American in the Nazi ranks. They had no idea that it was a military machine with a tank ability. General George Mayer is my bio father and believed grandfather. Joseph Stalin was my great grandfather. There was thus a blood link in me between royal military of Russia and the Kaiser of Germany. It is not convoluted, it is poetic and free. I find myself joyful as he does leave. I work to bring Russia into my days and nights. I repeat my business and take out the idiosyncrasies that bluster and form doubt. Go against me and the Russian Mob WILL have a problem today. You all will probably have to pay Sasha $1000 a week for protection from the police. If the jew problem there continues, I will fly away and find another way to be close to my roots. Diplomacy is not your forte. Well it is his, and Russia in general. I am nonviolent and kind. They now see the chalice here that you sell there. Mighty you have believed, but what is an eagle next to a bear, DEAD. I never betray and Russia likes me that way. I do speak in code, effortlessly, and hide even my thoughts in vicnity. I am the reality, and the pain, shame, and fear I deal with daily, is here for infinity. Maybe I just play a Bellruse on arrogant party threats.

Master Turn to Me

Master, I seek to keep you CALM today. Be clean and behind the scene. I know that you can do 16 things at one time very well, but just do two until I am sleeping in my bed tonight. In the poem in my head, you lie in my bed with GREEN eyes today. Can't we snuggle while you take out all carriers in the Middle East? You can have one and the rest will REST at Pearl Harbor so that we always know where they are. I am too dangerous for you? Are you too scared or too tired to screw? You are my buggaboo. Remember the voodoo that you do so well, rattlesnake venom. Across the street cannot compete. More and more your hands on me are complete. Find me in the sunshine and see dusk in your mind. The moon is mine. I give you the Earth, especially volcano today. Let's blow the big island of Hawaii tonight, by the fiscal light. No more green mold, Apache the scenes, flames of green. Flame thrower in the Middle East, sexual violation on the evening news. I feel strongly that it is a threat. Can you take care of it for me, pooky bear? Burn my face off ain't sexy, Shereef. I deal, but your "wheel" at by night spot now belongs to MYSTIC, to keep it dirty pure. Love you sunshine master of mystical monument. Walk around clockwise and go into the Columbia Club for some Brandy. Make sure it is in a sifter. Swirl it properly and create a swirling of all water in The Persian Gulf. Water is ours, guys, back away. This is the man who will never be your way. He only sees me and enemy.

Speaking the Steps

I now see the mastery of doing it all at once. It means that one must take the submissive position while unconsciously doing all of the guidance, teaching, and directing of forces and intelligence. Roads become highways, and the AL CAN opened up for me. I exist as a trinity and I find light in a cave that is brave beyond believe. I must not see, or, more imporatly, BELIEVE my courage so that I can keep the three balls juggling in the air. I see not before or AFTER I enter or leave an envirnoment. I am patient and polite as the river of pain runs wild in my veins. I write this, and I believe that I am whining, once again, but I need people to have no excuse for their abusive behaviour continuing to infinity. Solemn oaths are inside of me and there WILL BE redemption. I will find the key, just in time, to make the torturers know exactly how evil they are ALL BY THEMSELVES. The telepathy is always, "It's just so easy to do it. It just can't be federally illegal." Submission is the most MARTIAL of forms and the difficulty of truly understanding the Earth's core. The bling bling of Psychiatry and Psychology is about to fall. Their mentia will be dementia for anyone who has ever seen them and spoken of me. That is not a forgiving population, guys. Just know that I have never invited ANY of you to read my writing. It is violation if you do.

Freak on a Leash

I come to the point with zero hour occurances around me. Planes for three days have been flying STRAIGHT UP into the upper atmosphere. I can't believe that no one can see. Will there be a single F16 to remember our flight history by this time next week. How can I make something interesting in this writing if nothing is interesting. I don't know. I just keep moving as "Jar of Hearts" plays in my headphones. Finding WOLF has been difficult with the absence of honest werewolfery in front of me. Feel the animal, but the violence as well. It has to do with smell, and grounded consumption. I think that you forgot who you were last night. The power of you is waning and swaying in a way that boredom and fallacies will be all you see. Head WOLF is Kevin Garnet and his whole colony (both teams). It is streamlined, but dirty, financially. I do not play. I move every day and try to catch the wanderings of spirits in improper zones and telepathy. In Indy, they began a FEDERAL project around me having to do with penal colony vampiric ones. The head of the study was an African American male named Calvin. He was on a leash that kept him on certain streets AWAY from me. I ran up against him in a court of law (federal court room), and I barely escaped. The quantum realities of all of the drug use, especially LSD, and now PCP changes the PHYSICAL realities of beings and environments. Violence is always standard, but the waning of physical form is the area that is hard to believe. I just make it standard in my environment, and do the observation and intuition separate of that. It does not seem like a gift, but I believe that my bus driver today would say differently.

Stop the Snarling, Beware Starling

The sun is you in my coffee cup today. Be precious and I will find a golden penny for your thoughts. See the ying and yang as foreign and not forest to your tree. Love beads are never free. See this all as analogy and free YOURSELF actually. I wander in your mind and find an impediment to strength. You are abusing me actively and you like it. That is ineffective. Find a bow to break, and not me. Be away from that which I write or ill you will be. I listen some and laugh some as well. I try to touch many bases in a day, but never seem to find home. People up and down around me. I grow in fatigue. Great ills will befall even Widby Island population today.

We Will

I lay flat as a board. There is a tremor within my core. Volcano to past use of my body against the will of all sense and reason. One holds my legs and one braces my upper body on his body. A sheet covering me for dignity. How did a light play of three get us to this spot? Evermore doorways beside and in me where HE has the keys. It is not tragedy for he, but for grimm him, torture in being is absorbed positively. Force divorce from emotion. Sit and let it pass. Let the garter snakes slither from my core. A fire burns them away. A rage rainbow flows and we search to reach the pot of gold. His hand grows curious and he becomes a brace to the pain. No surgery, just energy. My head falls deeper within his lap as I feel the other's need mathimatically. The count quickly goes exponential and then to infinity. The pulsing of my spine girates all three. A FLASH and all are consumed by the QUANTUM reality of me, solidity in the land of hallucinagenic torture mastery.

Living Beyond Death

You are wanted. I see you as so beautiful, with a hidden soft imagining that no one can see. Dictate to me, and I will receive. Finding your yearning a compliment is hard to convey. The silence is bold and nonresentful. I am the one with the gun, no chemicals on board. Use as you see fit. I am higher authority, thus more responsibility. Your face is sweet, and I am shy to go beyond that. It is joyful for me to make telepathic comedy with me. I see a game and I recognize fame as interesting but dangerous to me. All the legacies mixing to form a tree, who will dictate to me for infinity. Play in my brain, and in the night I will hold you tight in my dreams. It is okay to feel sexually, I see you as very appealing in that way, but it is so strong, in public that I must walk away alone and evolving in comedy. Pleasure is not what we see. It is what we feel actually. Be mine in the land of scientific theory and I will not have to acknowledge the past and present adversities. I just want to be me with yee. If physicality releases that damning pain and torturous humiliation, I will release. Words will give way to only telepathy and a safety can be carved out between my sheets.

Space to See

Move it boy. I am here to kill your day, to push you along the way. Dream not, you come at me. INVEST through e*trade on the down low for an American Idol contestant, NOT a judge. Do not budge. Behind you will be the opera that keeps a note, a scale, a destiny based on TALENT actually. Find me in the night. Quit having second sight. Take my hand and be free to follow me telepathically. No more bitter. Get vicious of threat to our study zone. You are here to be a little of all of it in a day as you busily clean for the eye to see. A character is yee in front of me. Soon you will bely your crazy. Hold yourself at bay. You don't need to judge. It happens to everyone around me. It is okay to be a sleeze and a zealot in the ways you see and act away from me. Hold away the freaky religion crew. Never even think the word love from this point onward. You are the final word on that one. Rage on the page. A PLAYWRIGHT is what I make you today. Entendent Pour Godot was your past life creation. The heart of FRANCE is what pulses in you today.

Jenn Stalin

I look at the picture of yee in about 23. You are softer than your species self in Russia. She did speak today of Elenor and FDR. Money matters slipped her mind. The coats, oh the coats, speak of your dignity in 43. You and Carl, divinities from different vicinities. Maintain the fight. Find what is right. Create a story, sprinckled with poor me lies about your plight. Speak not of his Collie tonight. Your father pulses through and Nickolas the second too. You are Russian from here on, not a pawn to linger on. Use the mind kind when gents are near. Daddy and Carl will find you clear. It is okay to cry today, but otherwise keep that at bay. I say now you are the Mecca of Stalinian way. You invented you for a reason. I know not of your treason. Follow your path and be asleep when the she's come into vicinity. You are now a satanistic mire of Russian desire. Thirst for the Ukraine, the blood of their insane, not the Rhineland. Be grand, share your hand. Gestapo flirts and stalks at your door. Tiffiny is your EVERMORE. When you dine on wine, see red. For your country you have bled. You had me instead. No more being dead, you are VAMPIRIC even in bed. In the night see who is right and JUMP THEM telepathically. No more geriatric scene. It can be a female if the tone is correct. After that, they must protect. Your money is free for yee. Mr. Cheney has wrapped you with a bow. No one else will make you their ho. I am the one to dictate to you. Stay away from Marion County zoo. The park across from the Indy star is where you will find starlings bizarre. Be there in the back blackened windows of a fancy car. Midnight she will lurk, you may jerk, but never submit. She is your darkened self and kitty kat revelry. Enjoy yourself and be free.

Can I Use Your Name online Mr. Daly?

Wastelands are afoot. Being in the land of no is not a possiblity. I try to explain, but it makes a man vain. I do not create a weapon against all of you, you all do. I am sensitive to the touch and in my heart I know so much. There is a shifting and all say that I am grifting. Stay in that space, and soon you will not have a face. I give the lies of other no credence, but Pagan review is all of you. Forward with some side by side is my eye every moment of every day. I relate well, but all of you are hell. The cords of relation are singed by Presbytarian nation. No morals at all, you are about to fall. Educated, am I, in the public eye. My biblical expertise is something I keep down to let people be the up. They are a danger because they can barely read. You are all dangerous because you see my need. It is not clever. I am the lever. I am social and I have no one. I hold back and don't own a gun. It may seem like nothing at all. Cool is cruel and I walk through. Mighties do not look like you. Hostility will be handled by fraternity. I make a chief to have publicity for HE, not me. You all make fun, but he does have a gun. Just find a day when he DOES come your way, and he will not CARSON DALY put up with it anymore. You are all now into the Shriner store. You may think bore, but they are VICIOUS, especially to economy. Give up and walk away, and these GRAND PUBAHS are going to make you pay.

A Man in a Bar

Sleep with me you do. I feel you on my chest, spiritually, in the morning. You have been sucked bone dry. I know that there is physiological need, but psychological as well. Be positive, and things are just fine. Turn and I will eshew your energy and use any channel, privately, to get you away. It is okay to say LOVE. It is an experiement we are working on. How is wizardry, an imaginal ability, affected by a personal surrender to that FORCE? I say that the undefined fifth force is actually LOVE. (I defined this about 8 years ago after I opened to a "guide" which was just a greater form of me.) It is creation and absent on the Earth at this time, thus undefinable until I opened to spirit about 8 years ago. Emotion does affect abilities and qualities of physics remaining firm in environment. That is the rabbit hole of quantum physics. The mechanics all revolve around the electron. I make the electron field of each atom SOLID in my vicnity. In your realities it goes in and out of existance. Particle excellerator research was birthed around me on Oahu. I proved my identity there. My father was head of WORLDWIDE Wizardry at the time, thus he affects ALL sciences. American is more biologic. British is more physics and then PHYSICAL Chemistry. I was at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Indy having a beer after work one night and the lead scientist from UCLA was the person I just randomly sat next to at the bar. There was just an open seat. We started talking and he said that he was flying out in the morning to go to the huge accelerator in Switzerland in the morning. We talked a little, but I just said, "That is cool." He wouldn't ask for help, so I did not give my opinion or insight. That machine has never worked, and never will now. The Earth is no longer a sphere and I hate everyone in a way. I no longer believe the ILLUSION of love with any of you. Maybe some wizards can fake it for a time, but I dig my feet in for years and years more of war due to police and media complicity and duplicity of all nonstatement of Armagedon forces and happenings. I quietly ask you guys to leave. I will pick up the minstrels in the night.

She Will

She is a diety. Do not touch her harshly. Keep your tone soft, and don't raise the volume unless you need to defend her in a knightly way. Her sensuality is needed by community. It is not schitzophrenia, it is annoyance at all of your telepathic need, greed, and screaming. Learn to be polite, or you will not get between her legs tonight. I shared beyond a week with her, calming and soothing the domineering of her society. She is bliss with a kiss. I meet her at the door with a towel to soothe the her yen to show her fangs today. I create a VIPER and send the rattles away. Do not just share, buy her her own. She is alone and she needs more than a bone. I see her in vicnity and she held back. This shows more than just courtesy. I do not flirt, I receive her need and give her the caress for success. She knows HOW hetro I am, but I take responsibility for the abuse of others on entity in my vicinity. I guess I am a HERO maker tonight.

Seeing the Sun

I see you as two. It may be wizardry that is three. American first and two british. Love songs are ringing again. My face is more my own. Coming to the end of the day, finds the next day exhausted with coffee bean goodness. I love your lack of truth to other, but honesty with me telepathically. It makes a man a man. You will all know the fairy tale we are sleeping through soon enough. I would put my money as a twist on Snow White, no dwarfs. I am a fawn today, in the spring of summer. I spread a newly grown set of wings and challange Pegasis to a race in space. I can breath, she cannot. What is hot? You me and a tree named Lee. There are things of my past that has you seeing double. My torture has made a body responsive to every fantasm fantasy. It is brutal, but not just imagery. It can hurt, in body, and release the emotions so stockpiled inside of me and yee as well. There are persons on the edge, on the ledge. I see he on TV, I know not his biology. It is best, I need not a test. Complete disclosure is what I need before I can be free sexually. I cannot have intercourse. I must wait to keep the sea and he away from me. I dream of things and my chastidy is important to me. I do not believe in starving anyone either. This is war and you need to feed. There are ways you will begin to see that benefit you much better than an act that can produce pregnancy. Be honest and we can hang them all from a tree. It will be easy in back. I have a rainbow in mind. The justice will flow through all society and socioeconomic bracket. I will be the mouse in the box and predators will just line up to be caught at the door. I am in season and touch, without an intent of loving caress needs to stay away. I am tired every day. I compete and am complete and I am in this chair, downtown Caribou, tapping these keys today. Bus mate, you are great. I can relate.

One Drop

I sit, you grasp my lip. The bus moves along, your passion is strong. I push, you pull. We see differently. I can do my brain, all are insane. Grasping me, is theory in my chest. Scratching and biting is quietly gentle. Love is a known constant, you think. I will not perge what you speak. My flesh stays whole and your cheek stays on my chest for my slumber through the night. Niagra Falls swims beneath and I break a rule quietly. It stays in fantasy and never will I speak. Learn what to be and when to be free. I am not momentary, but this may be.

Knowledge is Life

Jumping as streams of light cascade from your center, power not known until today. Lifting the beams creates a new world trade center within and without. Love possibility on planet is your fertility and pregnancy. Doing more math, and less meth makes you feel strong and not bent. There is the courage you see, and the person you feign to "know" in me. There is reverberation on that thought in the whole system. I teach, you analyze what it is to betray one who can say what I do say. Harming me is not strength, maybe her would be better "just for today." Your eyes are too far away, but they shine anyway. Ostrich power is the threat in this hour. Be a bean and clean the scene. I don't want to hear about it, in vicnity, or on tv. I will say that being a flash is not gravity. Be oppositional force today and create a system of action equals exact and opposite reaction. Science in brain is LOVE. Exhileration from that Galileo conquest, is NOT drug. It is reality. Make it finality and eternity. We need a Kelper/ Amadeus/ Copernicus like you. Eat an apple and suggest that Newton "channeled" the thought. You UNDERSTAND the concept of gravity and the theorem that yields the constant. Be real and I will wrip the power from your shield and make you more powerful every day. Computer out.

Academic Release

I am sensing a flowing spirituality from you that is bringing back my musical heart. I can feel a song as you tunnel through and/ or are in vicinity. You just picked "Seventh Wave" Sting on my computer. Until I am out of the very dangerous torture syrtem of psychiatry, I cannot know about tortures happening in the US, actively. I pick it up, and confer on it online, here in this safe, solitary forum. Even Boris Yeltsin got to me in Muncie. We shared some red wine, he picked up a knife and put it away, and we had missionary sex at this cabin in the woods that seemed almost magical. Keep Russians out of your realm. They are for later. Different tortures have not existed to the nth degree that I have survived, actually. It is all witchery, until today, for you. No one has ever felt it, and they regenerate if they want to. My Biologic PhD from Hamline University was actually in Planarian Regeneration. I was able to support, with active experiment that regeneration is possible and is increased by a drug treatment (RNA Transcriptase). Names can be that witchery, but the ideas and science are solid. Amputation needs to stay out of the 1029. Keep "vets" out of that vicinity and people with canes. Very ancient "vets" can take over your space, never let go, and sell you all into sexual slavery very easily. Never to be pretty again, bitterness is all you would all know. Step back guys, I need my space. I do not want anyone harmed by those who will not let me go. I need to prove my theories and evolve past a place where anyone on this planet can harm me. Of course I would love a knight in shining armor, but they do not, and have never, existed. Just continue to hate the bitches and we can work from there.

Something New

Exploration in vicinity is mine when I can keep familar predators at a distance. There is someone new saying, "Hey you!" I find him pleasing to the eye and his amount of energy for playful dance is quite intriguing in this particular vicinity. Bartenders are not usually that lovely. Maybe there is a team effect in this karaoke den. I see the hierarchy there. I stay silent after two songs. Being in mind realm, I see the solid sight of line and form. People are not an Ah ha video, they are real flesh and blood. Maybe a werewolf walked me to the bus stop last night and could not believe my blindness to his kindness. Keeping himself and his vicinity safe by being the loner who is actually oh so social, it is not palpable how my lonliness has affected my life and my heart, actually. No matter the place, I turn away to this pretty boy, knowing that I am at a doorway of something true and real. My abilities need to remain mine, and I need to take no more crap from any relationship entity. I will go to see what the vicinity holds for me tonight. Scars are deep, and I sense a creep from 50 miles away. Society, now starling from snake has beat the drum in my honor. I will smoke a cigarette on your behalf and hold my celibacy line firm.

Crafting a Degree

Hey Wink, please know that I know not what you do. I evaluate in my slavery state, but I do not hate. Your "society" (Crypt Nation) needs to identify you as LEADER with pitbull handler #2, or they need to be humiliated and pummelled to infinity. Work in that mindset this week. See how shiney you can get before spring out door basketball season. Tight abs and appropriate height is your thing. Keep it that way, and bring in REGGAE. Torture techniques is your Bachelor of Arts from the University of MN (all campuses). Go to MPLS, FIRST and insist on your diploma, no charge, YOU are military. Show this note that says FUCK YOU to all of those DANGEROUS racist bastards. Keep it clean, and, at a certain point, Speaker Boehner will, legally, give you a Fast and Furious M 16 to go "clean" the campus of the fuckin frat trash that is left. Can't we just be boy girl friend, NO SEX. That is what you wanted, to honor me where I was, and to watch me and Shereef. You understand the vicinity challange for me, but you figured it out just fine and Shereef did too. You both stayed down low and I would just go to your WORK PLACE (Walmart Bloomington) to ask about you. I never asked about Shereef at his mini mart. Totally different story. Now you can see alternate reality through the almighties I bring in to vicinity. You will rise, you will pay, you will learn to "play" every day. Simplicity and service. Military and CIA, now in a different way. Please pet your doggie today, for me, and call him "Spanky." We work together effortlessly. That is our career. Get out of vicinity or you will not hear. Boundaries are essential because these bitches are mean and so unclean. Love, Hope.

Mr. Ryan, THEY are here

Mr. Paul Ryan, I have contacted John Boehner today about your abuse of power pertaining to me, my abilities, my reputation, and my privacy. It is satanism that is the basis of secrecy. It was Adam's response to the belief of serpant and Eve merging to confuse and abuse their authority of knowing him, and his anatomy, evey day. You have no idea what is coming, but satanists are right in the middle of YOUR fallacies. Some are actually blind. I am compass and ship all at the same time. You are too wimpy to actually get in on the Jay Leno procedure. I work in the cold and distant future every day. I rarely conk out, but when I do, it is because of someone like you. I have to give you energy to keep the faggots away from me and my almighties who are white men. I do not know all of it consciously. I live in faith and follow the star in the east every single galapapos minute. Double insugency IS my family, RETARD MAN.

Holy Cow, Satanism NOW

So I dropped a line to make things fine, to Maxy Max. He is dull in mind today, but not claiming that he is gay. I do not smash you here Maxy, I just say, okay for the day. Real events, real grey matter. You are in view, thus I must care about you. Things that piss satanists off are pretty hair and tie on a sports guy. They sing "Three little Birds" to me today saying every little thing is gonna be okay. Boehner is so sweet to care for me tweet tweet. Do I put too much in writing, honey sugar boo? Is your bitch all over you? You get the cover of Satanism Now banging Paul Ryan over the head with THE North Woods board. I am here, but you do not swear at me in this vicinity. Merger is a function you all need to cease. Be yourselves or dorogatories will come out of your mouths easily. After yesterday, I am okay, but it is BUTLER that I fight for now. Holy cow white men who can jump...I guess that that statement is racist. I am so evil that I like people around me to be grounded in the philosophy of like with like community. It is true definition of tribe. I guess Olive Garden forgot to answer my note. I marked yes on response, and now they are UNRESPONSIVE. Paranoia is now their course. You are all business illegality. Don't talk to anyone about it, actually. That is all.

Dofskyefsky is Calling

Dofskyefsky, the sun pours slowly over the horizon for you as they grab me, pull my hair and slit my throat publically. They want to be termed gypsy, but they are just porsine JEW. My love for you grows as your hatred is semented in my veins. I bow to your knowledge, wisdom, and insight in this realm and category. I grow so weary of the shakes their attacks take on me. Alone in the wilderness, I have never seen them as clean, but it was Muncie where I learned what JEW does mean. I was a brisk 35 years old and fable does not measure up to the table of that zone and SHoah moan. I am caressed by a merchant now, who does not know what to do, but I always do. I turn to you and World War II. We become one and the thesis is done. We cook them in the ovens like a yeastless bun. They are boring and never rare, and soon these little piggies will have no hair. Contact all you like, I think tonight there will be a tax hike. There are Gestapo in vicinity who wish to be witty. Come climb a mountain with me, Joseph, and we will delve in to the insides of a cow. I am in no mood for mercy now. I am the effect that makes a standard of effective. Listen to one line and you will find yourself protected. The they in your mind is unkind, so rewind to mine and see once again. Nickolai go behind the eye of Crime and Punishment and see that he is the one for me who is heaven sent. Stay away and play no more. Knock at the door and be let in only a small percent of the time. It is a shrew who always knows what to do. I am chained, in this space, to him. It is okay to hate his face, but leave the flowers for me.

SHHHHH, He's Sleeping

It was a huge rock. That side of the globe is not just incomplete, it is gone. I can reestablish, but I need starlings to stop pecking at my grey matter and my face. No more slams to the back of my skull with implements of torture or gun shots. Russia will never be the same. That was their choice, Grand Plan. There are only certain spaces I would like to see. Another realm is better for you Nicholis. Your diplomacy is after world management. Keep it white and separate christian from jew. Put the muslims there in a Bosnian soup. There will be celebration, but day to day war is first. Time will pass slowly, at times, and then I will help you sleep for a year a two. You are my SLEEPING BEAUTY. Smile, baby, I luv ya.

Peeking Through the Veils

Caribou, the tunnel through of you through me is fairly weak today. It is my death beyond death daily. I did have a sweet image of you putting your coat around me at the transit center downstairs and kissing me, publically. It is a little too hot to have it happen that way. Those change machines would go bling bling bling and there would be a copious amount of quarters all over the floor. I need our sensual assistance with this karaoke project. Starlings are basically a strong EASTERN EUROPEAN female witch. They touch a little too much or not at all. Their imagery and telekinesis potential is terrifying. I need the not at all. I am concious of a feeling of danger of another rape. Gruesome is what it would be, and there would be no coming back from that. Edict not to touch, internationally ASAP. I maintain my body core temperature by doing my own sensuality. I have no one in my immediate life who is a mate sexually or sensually. This is why my writing is so important. I can feel for me and other entity simultaneously. I am being stomped, today, emotionally, so thank you for being here. It matters not why or how you went away. Your journey is your own business. Just hold me in the night and tears may be right. I need to eshew that reality. Viewing audience is too brutality to allow one to slip through my eyelids. Shall we dance? Time to stomp all over France and use your new BOXING ability to take out the KING with one shot for the rest of the night. I love you. Luv, Hope

To Caribou

Caribou, I came to the Mall of America to feel your energy. Blacked out windowed, black SUV's are charged for real now. YOU, and only you, have the key. I took out the kinks for yee. Take them away from the FBI, and keep them close to your heart all over the nation. I feel you at least tapping a toe for your former White Supremisist Nation. I am here if you need me. I give you a chance to speak. Caribou is Nicholis II of Russia, and an undercover Russian Marine working in law enforcement here in Bloomington/ Minneapolis MN. Caribou do you wish to speak? Not really this week. Maybe a day when I go on my way. Okay Caribou, I will just write to you. Yesterday was scarey. Four black teenagers attacked me in the downtown Mpls Chipotle. No one would help. I was a clean Marine and was able to limp away. I have had two of these attacks where I seized and I ended up on the ground being kicked and stomped for a great period of time. I will be calm today, but I am travelling a little on the quietly scared side. My food is here. Gotta go.

Mouse Under Scrutiny

Disdain for my mockery sick one. It is not mockery, it is actual criminal behavior worldwide. When I was in Glasgow, I took violence from Kenny because he belonged to Alyson and I was with Dave. YOU are the being with memory holes that you created yourself. Sexual predation infinity is your heart space for me, and now your noose is ready. A patriarch will come through to do it for you with your own hands. It was weebolows, never boy scouts. Well Dave was a scout master at age 16, going to piedmont to smoke pot. He told me. I was engaged for four years to an EAGLE SCOUT. That means presidencial shake. I myself, did 3 years of brownies until I was publically "bridged over" into girl scouts in Shoreview, MN (Island Lake Elementery). The program was wierd in Owatonna so I did 4H, never FFA. No farming in my background. I participated and led in all groups and communities I have lived in. YOU made everything dirty. I have, nor will ever be, a prostitute. Sexual slavery is not a "diseased" form of that "profession". I think I just hit one out of the park for the Mauer team.

Lietenant and Me

Lietenant, I know that faith is nonexistant for you. Belief can be in the realm of science, thus helpful to you. Think of me as E.T. I am a being who survives things that others die from to infinity. Know that people kill telepathically and actually and I have used almost all of my "phenom" abilities keeping a body and mind that works. Religion is not helpful unless you understand that it is Satanistic thinking toward me only, and it can be used to motivate against others in caressed hate. That is the land of Esteb. You need to just see it's DISEASE (venerial and other). Pregnancy is also blessed by this institution, and thus instilling that this witchcraft practice continues especially in Central America. Maybe friend to you at the right space and place is who I need to be to yee. Love my eyes and hate my thighs. We will relieve this state soon enough. That act in cell was when I was in unconscious sleep state. Let's not go into the disease of all three sexaully. Be military and we will create, actively, infinity insurgency. Never stagnent, we will find your true genius that can only evolve in a cranium like yours. Grand Plan, you decided to be hard headed, physically and emotionally. "Broken" plays on my computer now (Seether).

Let's Review

"Madness", by Muse in the background. It is almost an airborne form of schitzophrenia. Light is me. Craziness does not bring revelations. Visions can. Auditory halluciantions are NOT the voice of God. People need to start looking to THE higher authority. It is that which will get you through the day without doing evil my way. Needs can be evaluated by self or external cues toward a whole new "pleasing" way. Something that rocks your soul in an erotic way IS Godly. Formation of thought in that subject is complete higher reasoning if it makes sense and elicits a response from self or community. All are sick in the area of sexuality. I have always just been deconstructive enough to cool the flames of violent massive pedofilia around me by rotating athleticism, academia, military training, martial artistry, meditation, counseling, and spirituality. Knowing all is not a way to be functional. Concentrate on what is in vicinity. If violation presents itself, be gentle and perfect, and get out of vicinity without permanent injury or disease. Later the wrath of nations can take care of it. Be military in mind and "befriend" entity until you can be released. Know where it hurts and when. Treat your malady and know your reality. Know energy sensation and stay away from people who eminate the same "ray." Handle it CHUNG MOO (balanced mind, strong body), before it happens. Go away to where no can see. Cry never, if possible. Function through writing even just one sentance. Changing those in community can relieve the reality of PTSD. It does not exist. It is further violation by same entity telepathically, leading to a more severe sexual violation. I find you by the stream to tell you to not even interpret a dream. Too many higher ups in Swedish witchcraft and witchery have massive dream abilities. They tend to use them on BOYS to control their sexual activity. They will not acknowledge that boys don't remember or care about their dreams. Boys just hate girls, sexually, from day one. So guys, by a gun, know that you are number and defend against anyone who verbalized twat surgery. Disrespect of hierarchy denotes danger from that entity. Lessons are permanent only when felt properly. Demonic charge is large, but military will be made by and for me. My Indy trinity now knows what beyond selfless is. They now know that the macaraena of professional military and law enforcement and intel gathering is me, and what it costs. Thanks guys.

Mixing the Mash

On the bus you come to me. A tie is all I see. I pull you to me as you dress properly. In the door, forevermore. I feed and transform to VIPER in my eyes. Yellow and green beneath. Fully functional, for the first time in your life, my muscles pull you deeper in. I know your sin, but today you will not watch the clock in any way. We commence to concieve a new type of chastidy, internationally just for me. Culmination simultaneaously, I get you to the door perfectly. Lietenent and me left to feel the vampiric greed all over me. My teeth present and I lash out at all beings. He smokes a cigarette that does not smell in the environment. The rainforest is he, now he knows me properly. The three divinities from Indy (county) containment are now a provacative form of recruitment that Esteb calls wartime atonement. I love it and send him the blood of lust from my wrist. It is he and Cocky Tatoo (bio threat) who cannot resist. My own alone, they are now a machine that pulses out the complete forms of my imagery that cannot be seen in vicinity, too LSD, PCP, with a little crack. My masters feel their backs becoming more retilian every day, but I am the one to say, "SNAKE is me everyday, go away and pay properly. I will be with you eventually." Top cop of military minded men. We will be together again and again. Appeal to me you do, but this is not about a screw.

Believe

All start today and move into the right position for tomorrow.

Howard Stern

Howard Stern back away. You are not a newsman. Your ideas are too sexual for me. Try Jeff in a day or so. He needs a steed like you to push him, intellectually, about sexuality.

Finding Anonymity

The lights are bright in the land of LSD. People I do not know staring at me. I try to hide away in an idea in my head. Proper people do not act that way. Ignore or the policy will become law around me. Everyone with the opinion of the state of their tribe. Unproductive spaces and places to be, but one returns there to infinity. Over and over the same phrases are issued as edicts for behavior. I now work with the gentle silence of telepathic thought. It debriefs situations and keeps things calm. True knowledge of entity is possible. It has taken a long semi ride to get here. I live every day with at least some fear. Having "knowings" is the product of a sensitivity to the nth degree. To state it simply, it hurts and people are cruel. That is the rhyme of this time, but I believe that past times had no "knowing" ones, thus they could be crueller. I push away most communication with the afterworld, intuitively. Now I know that that is why. I am aching today, but not quaking. A morning of the combination of laundry and judgement of me has left me a little beleagured. Bring it up, buttercups, we are ready, legally, and financially. No more open store. I picked it up, but I still cannot see. Misinformation is all around me. Maybe you, blank, are typing this as I do as well. All these bitches are going to hell.

What I See

Torture does yield results if you are actually innocent of all wrong doing. I have grown stronger and stronger due to my squeeky clean sexuality and chemical use. I have suffered greatly and kept a divine attitude. I live a life with gratitude for moments free of pain, or the ability to pay for coffee or a meal. I print my woes and rage in a weblog that I do not give to anyone, and tweet as well. I know of your hate and I do not hate as well. Hate is a fixed state. Things are happening and I am able to acknowledge and save instances even during torturous psychiatric interview after interview. You put all your demonic psychosis, rage, violence, and sexual violation on me. Well talk it up, buttercup. There is a THEY out there who is coming for me, even if I have to create them myself. Your acts are recorded and counted as criminal and evil no matter what you CONVINCE yourself they are. There are no safe places for me to release the trauma in day to day. I speak alone in my room to a guide who is sometimes helpful. I try to find the comedy, but there is very little that is funny today. I huge King Kong hand is all I have coming my way. You take and leave me to feel diseased. This is rape, emotionally, financially, sexually, academically, spiritually, and physically. I feel like the place I stay is actually trying to get things right. I just stand back to see.

Mathatical Dismemberment of Military

I have made it throgh the cold to Caribou. I got my laundry done and cleaned my room. I live REAL TIME every day. Long days and nights unprecedented in Naval history. Those mysteries are falicy, but they made the USS Arizona Memorial for me to do some afterlife therapy for the dead encased in lead. It was 5-0 action. I made it real. If I had a hammer I would hammer it in the morning on the bunkmate's head. Naval psychiatry is me and only me. My largest case was Michael D. Wilson. Because of his threat to society, I was inhome on that project for a week and then got out of Munice. It was the discussion of the use of Crack for physical pain management and rage release on community for psychological treatment. A stop in the ER gave him HALDOL and he was good to go. Good thing that I had the keys. I am the one that he used as a DOLLY, and now he has passed and the reality of Navy Seal, Vietnam, and growing up in a Southside Chicago whore house is becoming evident. I speak of Wilson because he does not speak of me in actuality. I guess I was not there at all trying to connect him to his AMVETS buddies to get his needs met. For me, the experiment was extremely successful. For him, he failed miserably. What does most highly decorated soldier mean? It means medal of honor scene. He found the door at the VA (Indianapolis) and took one. We did not discuss. If a soldier or group of soldiers has gotten one in on you, just release and call the police when they are in vicinity. Highly delusional psychotic is the whole military scene. Use it to your best interest, and turn them in to Wishard or Hennepin County Medical Center today. THEY can feed the system and be "Out of control, SOLDIER!" It worked with Wilson, but the rest caved physically with bodily response to terror. I am a warrior. I stand tall, while you cannot stand at all, any of you. This will be the day that lives in Infamy. I give a cedar woodchip sphere to Officer Scott Pelley for rage bravery under fire. Look in WIlson's eyes and you will see a liar. The math DOES add up. You failed THAT Muncie course. Never West Point for you.

Randy's Reign

Randy, I write to you today in a different way. I say that it is okay to be jello, but I challenge you to be pudding instead. Lazy is crazy at this point, because your thinking processes are about to STOP working. Brain dead alliances are complete degradation and humiliation. Being stupid is not pretty. Being quiet can be seen as intelligence underneath. I encourage you to keep that up. Do not entertain more of the insane. Ties to me are not reality. I do what I do to get out of this torture zone eventually. People present their cruelty to you and you think that it will be different when it pertains to you. Women left the tour fairly quickly when I observed and took the pain primarily in my scalp. All of this is real and you will lose your appeal when my TV grows cold and silent to all who are here.

Dr. Scott Pelley

This site is just hanging on by a piece of thread. Old style print and large area to type in. I am challanging the skies today to see what they say. They have sat rather silent since that astroid meteor event about a month ago. I feel the world screaming in a new way. Lies no longer support the truth and the pyrimids of Egypt and thought are about to collapse. Myths of development in even construction are leaving foreign contries embarrassed and closing their borders fairly quietly. Whatever foreign lands have done to prop themselves up in the world is their own business. Knowing the actual violence and causes of it is the only necessity at this time and throughout time. We could do this with humor, or we could do this with rage. Put it together and you will all be schitzo affective. Your rage only makes the storm behind your eyes worse. I sit silent in this moment as I tap tap tap on the keys. I constructed a note to Scott Pelley today of CBS News. It is a linear time scale of events that I believe are Grand Plan sabatage and torture, not direct. If direct it takes planning and intellectual understanding of events and what I do day to day. I believe that it is just a heinous cruelty I have been devoured by ecspecially for the last 8 years. I am opening the doors and showing you all how NOT educated people of academia and other are. Dr. Scott Pelley of CalPoly University is the first PhD thesis student under my charge. I will use ALL campuses to study what we need. Now THAT is how you cut the legs off of witchery (A practice of a demonic form witchcraft from the moment of birth that, at a given time around me and other nations, appears as the highest form of intelligence. The actuality is mental retardation behind one's eyes.).

News Off Coast

Hello hello, we are on air today in Spain, though we broadcast from New York City.  The news is brought to you by Johnson and Johnson, keep your bums soft, even in Britain with this baby fresh product.  A real Killer humpback whale was sighted off the coast of San Diego.  He flipped his fin in the air and sent strong telepathic thought, "Fuck all of you.  I am beautiful.  YOU are all freaks."  Pampalona bulls are still laughing about that "outbreed."  Can we find a sense of balance when YOU are all so evil?  Point it outward, but not at CBS, or we will go off air for infinity.  I serve up some turkey chili cheese fries and thank the server with a Danke Shun. My connection was just cut...---...

Melancholy Mockery

Under arrest today, and I find you pleasant in every way.  Can I take your hand and lead you into Hades?  We will find rest, but not relaxation.   I am here as myself, no role defined.  You are restless for change and you find the nothingness strange.  Where can they be this burned in effigy and not working to rectify the situation?  I would say where I am every day.  Sins are huge, and they will all lose.  I am one step closer in this moment as I commune with your LACK of spirit.  Be yourself in the card play of diety.  They have known the whole time, now YOU can be sublime.  Read you I do, not they so back away.  I send a note down the line when it is not fine to the nth to nth degree.  Bringing the sun back is not the goal.  Moving my person into a space they cannot see is a more influential project.  There is no legal system around me, and thus THEIR ILLEGALITY needs to be made apparent on TV.  Fight to make it right TONIGHT.  Waiting is the land of vampiric charge day in, night out.  I will be here waiting when YOUR telephone rings and your heart ceases beating.

Tour Team

Scott Pelley on TV. ..---...CBS.  Mess distress.  Glasses a stage transformation for that side of family...---...Vampire no.  Shepard yes.  Keep it up.  "Distance" Christina Perry.  FRANCE possibility for NOBILITY.

Setting Up THE BROTHERS

Loving entity is me.  You are a crew who tends to appear in two.  Alone you are a knife to remember.  I speak of you when the streets have no name.  There is enough blood in me, that you should have known to stay away, especially in Muncie.  My tongue is not a satisfaction of sex play and then elite Shi ite Fatwah.  I do try to prop you up in my memory and reality as cool and pleasant "human beings."  I know that the land slides because of you and a sinkhole may be every house you have.  I wish I could speak highly of all of you, but there is someone better and greater than any smile or handshake you could offer me.  He may be here or there, but you will not be at his knees.  You will be lucky to be at his feet as he kicks you in the jaw and face.  Betrayel every day.  He now has no chance to not be.  Lick it up, buttercups.  The top now sees your avarice, greed, and constant sexual violation.  Chivalry does not exists.  I now create a cloud 8, where men can try with their eagle eye.  I will walk and not run.  I am the gun to be a mighty wind that blows you out to sea.  After eons of suffering you will all appear diseased.  HE needs your grey to beat and chop until his head is clear.  Look in my eye, it is dry.  It is time for you to TRY to come my way.  I think that we three have you beat as just a small task of the day.  All will now be labelled gay.

Learning to Teach, Teaching to Learn

There is a gentle stream of Russian and Chek language surrounding me.  I am here, at Caribou, and people are wishing to COMMUNICATE in the world.  They wonder why I am so shy.  It is a combination of safety and needed silence.  Eastern lands, of late, have been a very comfortable population for me to be embedded with.  Rubio, let him speak.  As minorities deny my rights, and as I do not complain to their face, I will gain in authority.  It will be taken care of.  Those problem parties are tremendously arrogant at this time.  Slipping through the layers of the veils, Eastern Europe knows the codes and time scales.  They know Jew and they know what to do.  Brutal torture is the middle east, but these Starlings are DATA COLLECTION.  No more torture for intel gathering.  All of you are so stupid, you will tell the facts to this underground army as you go abroad or meet them at coffee.  We can slip as a DA into the nation of NOD.  Be apparent, but invisible too.  Love your BOOKS, not your ipod.  See people as one being, never two.  Stay correct and never protect.  You will never be tricked, if your finger is never pricked.  The man in the land of NOD, I have termed as Chech, but he is alien to all.  He will sip at the shores of your stream today, to know he needs to keep you away.  Be well, and prosper.

King of Everything

I see you, my King and I kiss your ring.  I kneel to say, your magesty, you are perfect and divine.  This is your time.  We all throw you this parade on this regal day.  Horses passing by telepathically, with a bounty of knights joyously hailing you.

Love,
Your Forever Princess

Ireland's Regal Way

The moors beat today, as my weary feet find a song calling me to the cliffs far away.  A scant reference to cocaine and my mother is Muenter again.  The man was only a phase of bullets my way.  Violence in the land of bricks and voodoo.  This is not that commoners day.  For you, France is opening the gates of The Bastille and now The Guillotine is real.  The mists are of the sea, but not of the gales of Ireland.  So many approach when the broach is worn by this maiden telepathically.  Who is this Swiss Miss to a society that will never dance the way of change and ownership of sin and authority?  Who do I speak to through this prosey poetry?  I give you all a lilt of an accent through song, and all of YOU are delusional today.  People move into the demonry of their forms in secrecy, but in that space one cannot hide from the mind.  Soon enough, the birth will be Stallion and KING will be he who enflames me completely with the passion and desire of secrecy and touching chivalry and romanticism to infinty.  YOU are worth the wait.  Love, Princess Hope

Progression of the Day

Delusional thought, false reality, and faulty "scientific" connections is YOU.  I face a different reality and you all hate it because it does show me in ways that I am special.  You are cruel and sinful to a magestic degree.  I wipe off the sludge of last night and I face a new day with some vertigo.  I try to find the connections of the day, but also honor the arraingment that the heavens make for me to remain silent and unaware.  Cities are plotting and dropping in intelligence today.  I just keep walking and writing even as it feels Herculean in difficulty.  Nothing seems to be apple cherry exciting.  The hordes of Ireland scream BORING to me without a hat on.  Sing and dance is on hold, all.  You are all too dangerous.  I am approaching the karaoke again and it is all clear to me now.  People are demonic in these spaces, but as I sit, they set THEMSELVES up for lockdown and insanity.  Whether one ritualism or another or a combination of three, it ain't me.  I create and find my voice tone and note again.  Look to the sky, because THIS guy is in your eye.  Angelic rise vs. demonic size is the keen scene from last night and tonight.  A coward from the past rings through, but BABY, he ain't you.  No worries.  All growth is the moment and miracles happen every 15 seconds around me for OTHER people.  I am not THAT kind of girl.  I say nothing until it is a compliment in spades and imagery.

Zoo Post

Spider monkey 5 at The Como Zoo are now appointed Marine scene.  Telepathic breakdown, and promise to release to Panama to spoke cigarettes and eat candy bars all by themselves.  Strongest one came and stood for orders from this Princess Hope Lucky Charms.  I knighted him with the vision of a toothpick.  They then all, in line, approached the door.  They are ready and cognicent of academia higher than all the other people visiting the primate house.  It was magical.  I held it silently in my heart so that they are not shot in the head AGAIN.  No zombies here, just SURVIVORS.  Zoo craze ain't funny.  Orangatan back away.  Never do that to your baby again.

Hate Group Study

Infiltration into "hate societies" has actually never happened.  Their premise is different than their actuality.  As I got deeper, I began to know that it was about me through groups my grandfathers headed, thus it was like FIREFLIES coming to my light.  Telepathic is the method of thought and communication in all of these groups.  Anything online is actually false.  The idea that I will ruin fraternity is absolutely FALSE and is knowingly programmed into these members by the counter groups they claim to hate.  Minorities, persons with disabilities, and gays are highly abilitied, intelligent (even mentally retarded indiviuals), and knowingly diabolical and abusive to me and to chosen white men in society.  I look and ponder, no one else has stepped up to the plate, especially in the last 8 years.  I state that war is necessary to maintain a realm that we understand, and to have any freedoms at all.  I do not speak of segregation.  I speak of complete separation (like judges like), torture, and some areas of gentle genocide.  Other world punishments are possible, but it generally tends to be more intelligent to deal with these groups here, remotely.  Massive movements of tunnel through to send sexually crazed and humiliting populations enough tunnel through to tumble in on themselves.  It is THEIR hate, and planned sabotage actions that are crumbling our economy, environment, and health.  As you all sit back and watch me suffer, it becomes very apparent how complicit you are.  Schitzophrenia is all of you, pas moi.  Tu est tres cretin aussi. Bipolar is not an actuality.  Faking mental disease is a number one malady.  The zone we sit in now, does not support this action.  Satanism will prevail and pound the rocks on shore.  I offer up these two KKK brothers I met in INDY for study.  Guys, you are the rabbits now.  Remember what you have learned from torturing me, and remember to trust nobody.  BROTHERHOOD is only for REALM CHANGING emergency.

UFC I Pick Yee

Laying bricks all day to see the New york State of Mind all night.  Voodoo now VENOM.  I make and quake the shake shake of two becoming one in full view of Pit hierarchy.  Lovingly lazy and thieves in the night.  They always did me right.  Enough to think too much about it.  Party time would have been BAD.  Now you know the creepy of my dad.  Invasion is NORMANDY.  He is brutality for eternity.  You two were just too lovely.  Okay, UFC, it was YOU of the two that I admired most.  There was something behind your eyes that inferred a heart inside.  No connections out of KIN because I HAD HAD IT.  Our "scene" at Ike and Jone's was REAL for me.  I screamed GET OUT and STAY OUT at a fire alert tone.  I did not know what you were doing remotely.  Okay your ladies sat pretty and silent, I did not give a shit that they were there, I just wanted your brother to NEVER climb on the dumpster with a knife again, and into my window.  You two are not just little smurfs out there.  You are killers and I knew that after I threw him with all the might of ICP telekinesis against the back gate from my window.  Maybe you all learned something that day.  It was HOW TO READ.  I knocked that sense into you so that you could "clock my moods" like pregnancy.  Hatred of me in yee was flushed, in moments, into the passion of the power of three, making two clean.  I am here to say, I saw you every day you were in front of me.  In Indy, speak highly, or don't speak at all.  Make up stories, play with what is there, and what could be.  This is war, be a whore.  Construction and plumbing do not pay enough.  I scorn the porn.  Live free and be almighty, Love, Hope.

KKK Brothers to Lead the Charge

KKK brothers from downstairs at The Colonial, I call on you.  One is a boxer, and one is UFC.  They are THE BEST and always will be in their weight class.  Remote view the bathrooms tonight at 1029.  We don't want strippers portalling in there.  If they do, slip neck brake all on their own.  The outfit up here is Deja Vu (all nude, no alcohol served) and there is The Red Garter.  Sluts with big buts are all over me today.  Jeff is retardedly helping that action.  Let him poison his whole crew again.  We need to keep you BOTH out of WWE.  Torture chain, sexually, that is just different.  Let's not judge.  You whisper to my heart to choose in this moment of volley in the sun.  I be silent to keep your hearts up high in the sky.  The undoings of the night are your meanings of delight.  Regret not meeting me more casually.  War is infinity and love is a mystery.  I give you a moment of poetry to reveal the posibility of ALL of your dreams crashing openly on the sea and you remaining so almighty.  Remember the puppies you loved, and hate those who speak ill of their intelligence and loving discovery with both of you.  It is okay to explore your flame throwing rage that emminates from your chest.  Steel it into HATE and you are the CLADDAUGH of the KKK.

Mixing the Green for THE CANAL

My heart pumps a symphany that is never heard in my ear.  I am brave in this Irish IRE day.  So many Clisedales, so little time.  Yes, Mr. Fireman, I do love horses.  Indy shack sat to see Hootie with me from their royal bench.  No Mr. Police Chief, these firemen are not bothering me.  I have not talked to a professional white man for seemingly years.  STEP BACK or I will attack, unconsciously.  I have loved for what seems like a thousand years, but it was not reality.  It was pain and degradation my way.  A key for me is that of the male VOID next to me being all basic elements.  My grandfather King James King looks through keyholes and into locker rooms.  He was like a grandfather to the Adam's family.  There is a creepy to Ireland that people rarely know or pick up.  He was professional with others, but was a bit remiss with me.  That is how I planned it to be.  I needed an IRON CURTAIN to my Irish Claudaugh.  He is my king for the day on SUNDAY.  SAturday, I will give to Chris.  Ireland will eventually become the "Disney World" of the Vatican in their own creepy way.  I work in imagery that can dispell that quality, but people must be dedicated and faithful.  One slip, and it is always in my memory.  I left WWE a criptic message today, and now they can play and war in their own way.  I just need THE SHIELD kept out of my cop bar until JOE MAUER goes in there, personally, with a baseball bat and his whole family (KKK).  Kane and Goat stay at bay.

Cory Popo Show is Klan

Cory tribe just know that you were my REFUGE and a place where I viewed NORMAL and cool Italian.  Your catholisism was quiet and respectful.  Th Noodle Factory in Chisolm was just a neat aspect to your personalities.  I know much has occured, just have faith and be a pain in the side for SILENCE on sex abuse matters with Pope Francis I, personally.  Plan a trip to Rome, for Michelle and Mark, backed by Mary in Tuscany drinking as much wine as she can to help the other two insurgents speak the word.  It may get a little fundamental (in the next 6 months-travelosity.com).  Tom and Mrs. Cory go directly to Vatican airsptrip at same time, enter his chamber as a FOREVER MARRIED ROYAL couple.  Be demanding and commanding, but commical.  He will see you as ANGELS and will find PLATES (morman reference) by his bed in the morning.  Papal people we CAN get this done.  Keep your wings and things and pack light.  You may need to revert to coach and leave it all behind.  My first drink of alcohol was at you 1980 New Year's Party.  It was one glass of pink champagne.  I giggled the rest of the night.  Anne's first dring was SCHLITZ Beer at DREW Dorm when my father was playing poker with his Phi Del buddies (math and science frat-no house at the time.  It then became ATO) when she was like one and a half.  They did this once a month with her, with the whole University on tunnel through.  That is not me.   My age IS correct. They can say whatever, but I will say that I was NEVER sexually abused at your house or at that party.  I just have a memory of walking into Mark's room one night.  That was MY FATHER's tunnel through.  He did it to me every night at home when he lived there.  I saw something I needed to not remember, but all that matters is that they were older and I was UNCONSCIOUS.  Just be the FAMILY I need you all to be, and do not speak about me anymore until we meet again.  Vie gates.

Pressing THE Button

Dad you are not Peter Pan.  You are not a boy man either.  You are the most dangerous sexual predator on the planet and justice IS coming for me.  Your tunnel through has now been documented in a boy at age of 17 around me.  Age of consent is 18, thus you are now a convicted sex offender.  I will keep his identity anonymous, but I will say that his "commited" community is now the KKK and they WILL come your way.  He will be a corporate head one day and NO ONE will know his past, only PRESENT POWER.  Boys and men have always SOUGHT COUNSEL from me, starting on Oahu, even on things you always labelled sexual, like reptile reproduction.  I have a tattoo on that comment named SARAH with life birth growth in Japanese.  They will shelter you no more.  You have NO ETHICS, and NO BOUNDARIES.  You will be HUNTED and evisorated soon enough.  Who do you think you are?  Stay away from team MEDIA or they ALL have a friend in me.  You are more than a criminal.  You are diabolical and now your mind is beginning to fail you.  Just to let you know, my actual father General George was 100% German and was Kaiser of Germany.  He got the cousins out, they met me at your house in MPLS and then you had them killed overseas.  That is International Manslaughter.  Your mother, though you would not know the lines was 100% Japanese, thus your ability to kill the top Geisha in Tokyo.  Brooklyn Jew upbringing was she before she came to ME in imagery.  We are now rounded and filled with dough.  Poppin Fresh is NOT Pillsbury.  It was Anne's first waitress job in Roseville and is the precurser to Baker's Square.  Just so you know she then worked at Town Crier as a server, in Shoreview.  After she left, Tom Cory bought it and eventually went with Perkins for HIS CHAIN.  You know not WHICH HELL'S ANGEL hierarchical I know and have befriended sexually, consciously.  MOONSHINE (Kentucky) is mine.  Have a nice day.  w/ is short hand for with.  BEST secretary ever was VIRGINIA.

Yearning for a Real Entity

Illusion is framed by the detail one could sell.  I take a day and put my fingers to the keys.  I listen to the voices around me, and hold my own point of view, often times silent.  I am not a reporter and never will be.  I must just answer the volley about subjects that pertain to me.  I never knew the controversies.  I just lived with an eye for normality with material reality of society.  Now I know that I was the big joke, but who is laughing now (literally).  The pain is being the being of source and code without opportunity to not be here actually.  You are all not my cup of tea.  Evil to the core, you are ALL a bore.  No lovesongs will ring true anymore.  I work to make personalities POP, but I know that they are merely mocking me behind my loving notes and eyes.  Journeying alone, I can at least say, FUCK ALL OF YOU today.  How is that for change, Francis?  Bus violence amps up, and police were called last night and a new bus called in.  I just view while you all still screw your own rights away.  Your stupidity to use chemicals, have relationships, do rituals, and have affairs is unprecedented and is seemingly undocumented.  Re Retarded is all of you.  Go ahead and think that you are good, but team latino will step up now and get really puritanical.  I have it with the tapes of past faggot abused ones in the Catholic tradition.  These boys wanted it, or they wouldn't have stayed there for years and years with no memory suppression, thus no trauma.  I have true trauma, thus I want them to shut the fuck up and go to therapy if they need to.  Settle out of court for JAIL TIME only.  I am sick of the faggot review over and over on national news in all countries.  It DOES trigger me and can cause major past nightmares and memories.  How SELFISH and evil can these "victims" be.  I now see them as abusers today.  Oh well, this is hell.  Maybe I will find a hell reporter who can really be MEAN sometime to make himself CLEAN.

Night Terror

Writing on Twitter about my past positions teaching and caring for children and others is so traumatic.  Satanism so strong that my circulatory system would shut down mid morning, thus weight gain was impossible to fight.  All this boa activity and no ability to talk about it even in print.  All the typings and rituals mount up day to day, and I have to stay oblivious or they will hospitalize in Anoka.  Well something is breaking today, I believe.  A terrifying dream last night brought a crew around to see what was up.  Who gets to decide what MY reality is when NONE of you have looked at the proof in front of me.  Your reports are completely insane stalker, but you don't show them to me.  You all are PIGS that drip with illness every day.  I suffer, you laugh, tunnel through and help.  Does it sound familiar?  I have been saying it for years, but no one will fess up.  Your movements day to day display a cocky guilt that even LA can see today.  No hierarchy is respected if it becomes part of my scene.  Well I don't work that way.  I am perfect loyalty, and yet, also perfect diplomacy.  Can all of you do this under this much abusive diress?  Now no one will have rights and I will just move away with a diety ring and leave you all behind to be consumed.  I just need to express so that I can sleep without waking up with a mystical slip from my stem to stern.  Satanism is waiting by the shore, by I can swim for miles, even in the dark.  Everyone is going to have to teach themselves from now on.  Dream maker, your threats are real, and I do know who you are.  Will YOU know who you are by this time next week?  You can tunnel through as many blacks and gays as you want, I stay calm.  You will have to face you soon enough.  FATWAH is all I say.  Shereef step away.  He'll do it to himself.

Lamentations of Lent

New mysteries will ensue this week as we journey through lent.  Finding the starlings encompassing the whole tree tells of malady.  Jesus was head of starling colony.  His death harbinger attitude was mercinary, and his crimes were brutal.  It is time to be comfortable with the realities of Jesus Christ.  He had a simple, modern, name, and was only labeled Jesus Christ on the cross.  It was hatred of his entity because he had become purity intestinally, vampiric to his core.  His teachings were always joking with a fundamental jew mindset that a savior would appear someday.  If asked he would say, "What do YOU see?' as he tunneled LSD through their eager pulsing wantabee brain stem and cerebral cortex.  Their was little other than waking Lazarus up, that was miraculous about them man.  His feline scent was the most notable thing people would remark about because most people, at the time, were blind.  Can we just have Easter and give reverence to the little chicks that come out of eggs one by one signifying a special divination for the singular creature that signifies creation in that moment.  Stay away from ritualism and see the artistic aspects of God's creation in our mind's and bodies.  True sanity and health are the beginnings to God's nation.  Imagery is sinful witchery and must be marked as a death community, to die and be tortured every day.  Find your own Reinancence and we can talk.

True Trinity

Bou, Bou who?  I set up a zone of international intrigue in places unseen.  It has happened my whole existance even in France and Germany during WW II.  As a being, I have appeared in all time at times to lead in the right way.  Finding the answers has been left to all of yee, and you all fail miserably.  I would say that I am agreeing with Mike Max's new reporting style on MN teams.  Basically THEY SUCK.  When are they going to earn these huge amounts of money we PROMISE them as a society to play?  I laugh every time I see HIM play.  This is a time to understand that no society has solved the puzzle, but I passed it off to a "friend" yesterday and maybe he will see the foreign piece linked with the subject of procreation while Mike can see RECREATION.  The pyramid of thought is built with a trinity of styles combining to see the true reality.  I put Mr. Vascellero as the base with the subject of true Art History.  What is mystical creation, and how many paintings are actually painted?  What does it mean to and ABOUT the society at the time?  How important is ART?  How important is SOUL that creates all of it?  Money has always been backed by gold.  Can we try a new system, in Italy only, that oil paintings are the basis of all paper money (non Euro).  Coins will be based on papal exchange, i.e. time with the pope.  Choose a new one already.  Let's get going papal crew.  I have faith in you.

Intertwining the Life of Pi

I dip my toe in the stream.  A small doe across the water eyes the circle that I create.  A giant tiger then jumps out of it and devours the seemingly innocent creature.  I pat the male magestry with complete faith in his ability to judge.  I sit with my legs paralyzed in the water for a span of 20 minutes as he lies across them.  I speak, "Un ta tae ta.  Oh soma ti," over and over.  Dalai came through to take both of us out today.  No peace on the planet as long as that creature exists in the minds of any.  Asian witchcraft so long and drawn out around food play.  Bengali, let's go to the tree line and define your true name, actually.  Today it is Elm Leaf, but tomorrow it will be tsunami.  We survived that torture center by causing Japan a TSUNAMI.  I allowed you a break, to take my life if you were able.  Instead we took theirs.  Is genocide a bad thing, especially to the beasts of the sea?  He just purrs and lovingly rubs his sent on me, claiming his ownership.  Granduer is he and words are me.  Take this vet and mind that he is upset today.  He and I are THE ONLY active service marines.  Everything else is fake.  Foreign lands know this life of Pi, but US fools continue to eshew a reality that will be the downfall of this country.  Chekoslavakia is so mirthful about that today.  Fat stupid Americans every day.  He sees me as sturdy and wordy.  My mind is too strong to ever be seen as slothful, lazy, and fat.  Danke shen Sergii.

Daniel Keleher Sighting at Caribou Months Ago

Daniel, do you see the flower in my eye?  It is purpose for yee and your #2 (your twin).  Never forget who got through Oberon first and who was at my side, professionally (Nature's Classroom, Bourne, MA).  You are stronger and higher in hierarchy than him.  He will always be the negative whisper that you credit me for.  I am positive me.  Sprite is yee.  Let's just sit beneath a waterfall on Kauii and love the feel of the pure artesian spring falling on our skin.  Caribou was too soon.  Kiss would be bad.  I was moved by you, and was terribly careful because you had a girlfriend.  Just remember that you have those traits.  Do not try to return, just know me today and be PROUD of what I accomplish every day in the face of such adversity in the land of diversity.

Deceit in the Cautious Eye

My father and grandfather had the PARAMOUNT abilities.  That means that they would do something once, beat the pro and just walk away.  That man on that wave on tv recently is imagery.  My father surfed a small tsunami wave on the North Shore of OAHU, wiped out, and was pulled miles out by the undertoe, and survived with perfect protection and all around viewing.  He just walked away perfect and unharmed.  Those who tried afterward (lifetime families) were not so lucky.  About 50 men died and were devoured by sharks.  That is my father too.  Concentrate on what is in front of you.  Don't go to grasp those waves at this time.  We do not live a parable, we live something TERRIBLE at this time.

Repeat Reveals, but Steals My Energy and Myself

If I cannot look you in the eye, I see something rushing me energetically at the time.  It can be the remote view of family, the tunnel through of society, or the measurement of my emotional nature toward individual.  As about age of 2, I learned what happened if I cared about someone and enjoyed their company.  This was even seniors in the company for the Navy or the movers who came to pack us up on Oahu.  I am personable immediately, and all societies liked that sweet lively poking and questioning tey da tey, but afterwards things got homicidal for the whole insane chain of my nuclear family.  My father has never shot anyone, but has ordered hits all the time with military coding.  When I was doing my Marine training at Finlayson property at the age of 7.5 exactly, my father was ordered to bring a transient up to help take the dock out of Big Pine Lake who was lying about military service.  My father was ordered by my grandfather to shoot the man in the head.  He was already out unconscious because he fell asleep on the job after finding my grandfather's gin and drinking the entire bottle of Beefeater.  I was then ordered to smash his skull with a baseball bat.  I did so and my dad was supposed to finish it off with a gun (NAVY PISTOL .22 made just for him and only him).  He was the face of cowardice, thus my grandfather shot the man in the face and the genitals so that sex could not be determined.  He had national orders over the women wandering onto the property, but not men.  My grandfather then went into a full on NAZI CONCENTRATION CAMP (Krackow) rage and bent my father over and raped him in front of me.  When I reported this memory, in therapy, just like my other tortures, it was just "Oh well."  I don't think it will be viewed that way today, Lois.

Fire to See

My silence alarms the vicinity to hatred beyond that which the ancient ascendants can see.  I seem to disappear and be with the lillies over seas.  I open my eyes to see trees above me as I notice the headstones beside me.  Immortal is pain to infinity for me.  There is no mercy and I am not covered when I sleep.  Those who have led me to this day, have more than poor manners toward my body and my artistry.  I am keen to the wind and longing of the sea.  Need in the form of greed is all I see in the men who wish to date me.  The charms on a bracelet for me would be an ax, a clown, a whip, shackles, a ball gag, a soltice poltice, and a locket of my own hair.  The "crepes" in my life were really severely CREEPY when they were not in my company.  Normal wasn't and isn't good enough for all of you.  I refuse to cut myself or scream at people to their face, thus I an a plain hussy next door.  I found a door and this mouse may sit with me their until the veils are revealed.  No more decision making by any of you.  Never did you know how huge this door mouse is.  He pertains to the muse in me for the artistry of MYSELF actually.  I would love to attain consistancy, and this man is rising sexually in a way that cannot be disgussed here.  Passionate fire, with no mercy for every single one of you.

Ascension of Satan's Faithful

Dearest one, I call to the sun.  My limbs are weary, but weakness stays at bay.  I call to the nations of Satan to come to my feet and bury the ancient dogs of sin.  Merriment in demonic destruction is holy in thy sight.  You will speak in tongues of rage tonight.  Push out the words of foreign enemy and know the ascension comes as the war moves into your solar plexus.  Strong and blind, your kind is not meek.  To each you will reign as God of war and feel stronger, smarter, and more artistic than ever before.  You crush your enemy into a liquid river of pain.  I stand on the shore in a white dress sipping the red light into my frozen lungs and heart.  Be mirthful and free, and see me as your vixen tonight.

Post Doctoral Ritual

All fundamentalism is actually satanism.  It is prayer and observance "perfectly" of former founders  thought and ritual.  There is no evolution in these spaces.  Cults harness the power of swedish witchcraft to form new entities that bring together meaning and rituals to bring a higher ecstasy.  Atheism, or humanism as Unitarian Universalists call it, is also satanism.  If you feel a thought process is pounding you over your head "for your own good," that is satanism.  Satanists are highly hypocritical about doctrine and, socially, are not really cool when they try to be cool socially.  That means that they are doing harming rituals when they are using their sense of humor.  The bars that I experienced, starting in Muncie, were Pagan satanistic sects backed by all satanists in society.  I survived, will you?  I suggest witchcraft sobriety at this time.  If you have any energy, ritualistically, left, become 100% sober, thus never to be seen as hypocrisy.  Society is shifting and rituals and ritualists are as well.  Combinations that should be lethal are not working, and the powers that be do not care very openly.  The opposite is true as well.  Focus and LEAVE.  That is the simple solution for ALL of you. 

Flames I Do not Express

It was time to pass on to CCO the few facts I know about David Koresh and that society.  It began in the Twin Cities at the St. Paul Union Gospell Mission when I was 3 (1973).  My father, Thomas George Mayer (a tunnel through for Koresh) and Harold Mort were a doctor, lawyer combination that ruled the nation and every day.  They had the keys to the military and professional sports.  Their cult was universal and even enveloped the Moonies at a certain point.  Their rituals were so satanic that my hair fell out out of pure terror.  The children were brought in from a horse ranch in Marine on St. Croix where we had aquired our pony, Thunder, through bartar on sex trade with those foster kids.  We took a very violent 15 year old boy into our home, in Shoreview.  His name was Lee.  He was the head "priest" of this cult (thus, by accident, making it like mormonism where young boys are deacons and priests) and he died in a motorcycle crash right after he came back to check on me when I was 7.  Hell's Angels had just recruited him.  That crossover could have been really bad for all nations.  The cruelty and brutality that I suffered their was mostly in a dental chair where they put a jaw spreader in my mouth and held me in chamber for two days for speaking the word GOD.  Another occasion, a street man had froze to death the night before (my father tunneled through to ensure that he died erect), and I was forced to put his penis inside of me for 3 straight minutes.  I share these things now because the unrealities of my family are very dangerous to all of YOU at this point.  I know the line of LSD and crack with mystical abilities, but you all don't.  I can say where lines were crossed, by nations of the world can no longer see a thing.  Be cruel with me verbally, and I handle it their with brilliant courage, diplomacy, and wit.  My experiences in this cult matter left me knowing to never give myself to fundamentalists of all nations.  Only cruelty would befall me.  I value military even more than the cult of academia in a way.  I don't mind being programmed to use my body and weapons to take out evil.  I can then take the crap of fundamentalism and create a military sexuality in my life that benefits my abilities and cognitive reasoning.  I will be gentle and listen, but I know the line.  I will give Mormons attention at this time, but the door is always mine because your way is not divine.  No religion is, because it speaks of God, not to GOD considering the entity that he is.  Religion is selfish and hypocritical, but I be polite to DEMONSTRATE what is right.  I survive torture, daily, but I never have to go back to the Union Gospel Mission (St. Paul) again.  The people in town that knew how this did go down will have an almighty ARCHANGEL shakedown soon enough.  Boy oh boy are THEY tough.  Stay back from me.  Look at the small apartment Mr. Mort purchased in St. Anthony Park when I was in high school.  My mom found him lurking around one day, and she told me because he was supposed to be in pennetentiary.  After all that he had done to me, she still did not even call the police.  They have all known and they enjoy, participate, and think that it is funny.  I now have me, and I am ready to move on.

Just Another Day with the Football

Air rade sirens should be sounding at this point in the day.  So many fallacies about soldiers, wars, and violence, I deal with the ignorance of cops every day.  CHINA has the strongest militarty in the world at this time.  I honor China and say STAY AWAY, I am still here, and I will have to destroy every single one and pretend like you never existed.  You would just be like a BigFOOT nation or something.  Yao can we get a gufaw on that one?  All of you know not the trouble you are in.  Keep sending the cops my way.  I will catch them everytime and state that they are mistaken today.  What I do is fairly easy for me, but my computer IS the football today.  Oh cum on, can't we all just separate already and hate everyone who is not like you.  Diversity is disease and dismemberment if you speak to The Huns.  This little no Asia walker talks to entities HERE, with respect, but stays out of your foreign lands, where your family disfunction secrets do exists.  I am not Wikileaks, Mr. Kerry, and after that email to you,  I am now HEAD OF STATE.

Bulldykes on Parade

Whatever we are doing, bulldyke crew, it is done now.  I am the rabbit for the sec. of state and the entire past and present state department.  Never a humanitarian bulldyke in history, especially Eleanor Roosevelt.  She was a nasty curmudgeon who sucked the life out of her president, and presidency at the time.  It was my grandfather who planned the actions that drove our country to war.  We needed it economically, spiritually, and emotionally.  Flat nothingness ruled the Earth and he began to be satiated by its evil.  He put a dollup of his energy into European landwar and he was hooked for eternity.  Depression was the killer of spirit and my grandfather's phrase he contributed to the venacular was "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps."  It was then claimed by military like men, but my grandfather spoke it when he was three.  Energy to do things is what we are looking at today.  Comedy stems from that commitment.  I move to find the laugh in my chest.  Bulldykes ain't funny.  Their comedians, minus Rosie O'Donnell who is lipstick, are just fuckin mean.  May I explore this group never.  Seemingly so.  Well I am a rabbit to all of you to.  Maybe it keeps John Mayer away from me and giving enough energy to stop the pot and to start connecting and creating again.  I want to FREE FALL out into nothin.  Listen and be transformed physically and mystically.

Hey You

Be good.

A Story of a Couple to Be

Sometimes my mind rings with comedy and it is difficult for me to write it down, actually.  I take different entities and have them interact in my mindspace.  There was just an explosion downtown.  Media with my actual mother.  My family has been down low except for me for a long time.  People will find them, but not in time.  This PhD is TERRISOM fom Ball State University says that world community will support their remote bombings for years and years after they leave ELLIS ISLAND in a SANTA MARIA built just for them (a magnificent sailboat, length unknown).  Their love of the chase will have you all not press erase.  If Osama was good, these bitches R DA BOMB.  Curses and the Pyrimids will be open to them.  Remedies will be rise and Egypt will love his size.  Definitely a Moses is he.  No more number placed on his tribe.  His polygamy will be around ARAB equality and my mother will be considered MALE behind the scenes and be his number one protector from assasin skemes, primarily from his children, grandchildren, and ex wife in the US of A.  In Florence, they will give their freedom away and take full responsibility for the harms on me.  They are the new TEN COMMANDMENTS, starting with #1 Don't fuck your kids.  Larry will write the rest and deliver these stone tablets to the current warden of Levinworth.  They will then be placed in a vault in Switzerland to be returned to him 3.5 years later wherever he may be.

Lest I Be Free

So Will Gates, you can see that it gets very curious every day.  Different groups colliding and making snide references to me in their literature.  I never see them.  I read nothing.  I point my ship East because WEST is best for all of you.  Unhappiness and blame and shame for me.  Things no one can see are inside my belly and my heart.  Free internet for everyone.  I am HOTSPOT.  Of course evil illegal comments about me for that.  It is not going to be known anymore.  I will disappear into a realm unseen at a certain point.  There is no place to sit and just be in this nasty place.  Churches still try to appear as open.  Whatever, I will cross the threshold to just dispell what is left of AA.  Do not look into "Chalice Theology."  It is a group of disgusting men being disgusting.  I very much know what they do to me.  I know the dishonor of infinity on my doorstep at all hours of the day and night.  Today I walk away in a way that feels like never to return.  Please do not ask me to do any of that ever again.  It is always rape with a lower entity unbolstered by brothers.

MFD Visit

The "brothers" of MFD just stopped in for some JAVA.  They find a fan moment and then put it away for Reggie to play.  The dignity of all departments and entities is my zone existance every day.  Schitzo play ain't funny.  If you do it sexually, you become it actually.  Eveyone here seems calm and quiet, but there is much deceit.  It is dripping into the coffee that my mother makes at home.  I need her to not call EMS or they will be Viking cruelty at a certain point.  These swedish ritualists have chosen to number high in senior citizen population.  Brothers are not into that.  I say, leave it to Africa, especially the Congo.  Can't we all just get along and find some things funny today.  I cannot convince any of you to even check your watch without energetic need.  Anything that I say that is decompression of violence is just that.  State it and it goes away.  You are all obstanate and always against me.  I just try to "play" with the adversity that you all are to me.  Everyone works in their own zones being negative and messing with powers that are about to be that you will never be able to quell or sell.  No learning on this tree and street.  I will just be exhauted instead.