Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Tag Team Play

Today there is a release. I write, but I do not have it in my sight. He is cultural in a way, but not religious. No jailtime for the movie if you destroy today. Carmel Police is another story. I was judged as offical "child" sexually when I went to Indiana. I did not know this. I now see my actuality in the face of all brutality, especially in Muncie. I needed this side to emerge so that I would not be beaten so directly, daily. That space was LOCKED and insane in jealousy and criminality towards me. I move out to feel my age acurrately. Right away (from birth) I was agent and general. Now I understand that me is greater than the THEY of demonic thinking and entity. When I do my own time in my cell, I am free, in mind, to be the span of time I am here on this planet. It is not easy to speak. People are possesive who have never met me. It runs into humiliation play and violence on me and only me. I understand the grand plan elements, but I am tired of hiding behind the iron curtain that you have all made so necessary for me. I am a complete being, thus physicallity, psychology, and academia merge in a silver spring I can barely see. I listen to a music mix as I write. The words do splash on the page very consciously. My mind is mine, but thought disturbance is in the mix of ritualistic abuses I have endured my whole life. I have discerned healthy since that time and have always made the right decisions in a very hostile field. As I work to lift up a buttercup, the next entity is less hostile. Keeping notes separate and approx pos is not an easy gig. Crave for more? Do your OWN work separate from me. I see leaches in my mind this week. Definitely implanted by a Direct TV commercial. It is so fuckin scarey. I just say, just keep trying to get inside my ball park and maybe I will end up in yours.

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