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.