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.