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).