Learning the Language of Peace

My mother and I just had coffee here at Caribou (Peavy Plaza). We had a good chat and I am probably going to Tuscon, AZ, to see my sister in September. We spoke with her by phone. I feel like my fountain has gone dry and there is nothing to express, and no one to express it to. Today the images of an electrical storm in the desert explode on the screen of my tv. Beauty, power, and faithfulness to the sky fill my eyes. Today I am supposed to be pleased with freedom. When I have a man who protects me without betrayel behind my back or to my face, I will know the reality of freedom. The sereptitious and vicious comes to me on a bar stool as I speak of the hierarchy of my life to MN MASONRY. He ordered me a pop and the bartender charged me anyway. I was solid in my sobriety and even sang a song as everyone there expressed how much they fuckin hate me, telepathically, and worse to him verbally at a distance. It was stupid, fellas, when I am talking to a satanistic one like him. It is a CHAIN and you are all diseased separate entities of deceit. When I am through, you will have the corner or bldg's to hold up in downtown vicnity. I explained it all in a pallatable way. Now this ORGANIZATION has PEACE.