Seeking the Signs

I see you.  How do you do is just not able to flow.  Being a celebrity is a business.  I am never to be a celebrity.  I am a being of origin unknown.  I sit here separate and I quell the storm of ancients within.  It is all within me.  Incarnate, I keep a journal for all of you.  It is online and easy to decode.  Being me is quiet pain beyond the insane of every day.  Lusting for change is you, broadcaster community.  I work, and you must soon too.  The mute are about to speak.  Words unknown to all of you.  Positivities to a lord like me.  I just trample the spots of mud, and become a sage to the snow.  Beautiful verbiage forms a brigade in me that sets me free.  You visit Caribou and I see all of you.  Soon you all will not see me.  A vampire rise that affects the size of my thighs.  Energy to every one.  Pope, I give my position to you and the Dalai Lama too.  You claimed it, now you will have to be chastidy and humility, but energetic abundance to everyone in any way they want it.  I smile, and look my Master in the eyes of the ages of sages.  Cruelty is his vice with me.  Now he sees the screw you goes to a VP candidate who left me to die at HCMC when he had the ability to change everything, and bring about a change for everyone of hierarchy.  Dust to dust, ashes will come.