Progression of the Day

Delusional thought, false reality, and faulty "scientific" connections is YOU.  I face a different reality and you all hate it because it does show me in ways that I am special.  You are cruel and sinful to a magestic degree.  I wipe off the sludge of last night and I face a new day with some vertigo.  I try to find the connections of the day, but also honor the arraingment that the heavens make for me to remain silent and unaware.  Cities are plotting and dropping in intelligence today.  I just keep walking and writing even as it feels Herculean in difficulty.  Nothing seems to be apple cherry exciting.  The hordes of Ireland scream BORING to me without a hat on.  Sing and dance is on hold, all.  You are all too dangerous.  I am approaching the karaoke again and it is all clear to me now.  People are demonic in these spaces, but as I sit, they set THEMSELVES up for lockdown and insanity.  Whether one ritualism or another or a combination of three, it ain't me.  I create and find my voice tone and note again.  Look to the sky, because THIS guy is in your eye.  Angelic rise vs. demonic size is the keen scene from last night and tonight.  A coward from the past rings through, but BABY, he ain't you.  No worries.  All growth is the moment and miracles happen every 15 seconds around me for OTHER people.  I am not THAT kind of girl.  I say nothing until it is a compliment in spades and imagery.