DEAD is Me, Not DEA-D Mean

There is a disconnection in the state of things today. People come, but walk away in a day or two. I know that that is the grand plan anyway. Nothing that I want is in front of me. I am not shaking a cold, I am cleaning up mold. All the threats in that reality brings us so many types of illness. Images of little and nothing at all are the revelries around me. I am not here to deliver the dreams to perpetrators on the street or on the screen. I am more of a device to check the realities around you while you make heinously poor and evil choices. We then have perfect right to throw away court. Let's just see what happens in that process this week as a high and holy may be on the chopping block. I wish I could find the laughter, but I am closer to pushing away the opposite. My dreams were so isolational and mean. I just close my eyes and push away that reality. Without connection, extremes are surfacing and Columbia Heights PO PO come into view.