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.