Caribou at Caribou

Caribou, a "French Wrack" hangs above me as I write here at Caribou. Imagery comes through. No more warlockery around me. Reality will be, but not TODAY actually. I float through the river and pick up the cues. Esteb from Indy. is going to lose. Stay away until RESPECT is all that you see. I am not just my anatomy. You are thinking a little too much about deer hunting this week. Frankly, I am completely fatigued and tired of talking to any of yee through this family tree or this weblog actually. You are all losers who will not commit. Well I have one, basically, who monitors and sees what is around me. Eventually my light will bring me an actual down low position in society while you all go fuckin insane. Cruel brutality ain't creative. The same thing over and over again. I sit here wanting to move, but there is chaos arounds me. Soon there will be no empathy for any of yee.