Moving On

I sit here silently, but I feel like I am sobbing. Kid Rock bleeds with me because only god knows why. Final finale is the Muncie Sheriff Department today. No email: GUILTY. It is hard to hang out in crowds. I am shielding an energetic invasion of my soul, mind, and body. No one to talk to, only more lonliness, fear, and invasion. No one cares. No one investigates. Maybe a bus just runs through today. I lick the lights of past memories and stay stable anyway. Connection to none. The slavery is infinity and my robust sense of comedy has been quelled as all swelled with a pride of false innocense. It is not cucuit court wise to think that way any longer. My heart pounds and I move along the way. I will not lose my sense of mastery of the day. Blackness and no mercy is what I see for an infinity degree of Pollack in a darkroom. I take it for yee so that you can see. Artistry moves like moose and forms the true self esteem even in a darling rabbit. He is hunted by hawk, but honored by eagle. None of it will remain when the Line Deputy finds his pick ax to hang his keys. Do not feel. Be steel and make it real. Know The Greatest Love of All was me in a cell to you hiding well. Have a personality with the person who is me. Honor my artistry and know me appropriately. See you are an image, of sorts, because we need to have true meeting when I am honored for ALL that I do. I will not take any Dr. Zhivago from you. I work it through and take DEPRESSION from you. Feel the petal of daisy flower and see me giggling with your pen sitting in your masterful black court chair. I lean back and you are there.