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.