Moving the Herd

The hussle and bussel of a coffee shop makes me stand up in my chair and mind the energy. I am left, alas and alac, to step back. People know and don't know their own minds, actually. Extra special, meaning violent and barbaric, entities come my way, in spirit, and call to be WONDER today. They say why do I not see the evil my weight is bringing into the world? It is as the grand plan has made for me. I am in excruciating pain about it daily. Those of you who relate with the world, or me, this way will eventually be 500 lbs one day. High and holy TRACE, let your spirit come my way. She had to eat infinity around me to MAINTAIN her rubenesque form while living with me. Little devils in the machine, I do pick you up, but I will continue to be cordial as Arab Emerites begin to journey through the sand to find AMAL today. It always should have been my middle name. It would have set me up, end game, for success. Arabs would have known me instantly. My family would have been seen as worldly and loving. Well, instead, my middle name is after an aunt who has been fairly estranged from me my whole life. Every turn was their "criminal malfescence." Embassies now know who I am, and my master felt "pain" last night, meaning he didn't sleep very well. Well, sweetie, that ain't enough. You are cruel brutality and there is a reason this ring only fits my middle finger. I wear it anyway because I can.