Decide Who You Want to Be

I sit on a barstool quiet, but never free. I have to say enough, but as little as possible. These b***hes, witches, and wh**es stare at me from the whole location. I don't know any of them and I never talk to them. I feel like waitress trade is starting to understand the skeme. People special to me will be targets and you are all too weak from so much demonry to return fire properly. I just sit there, hurting, and bleeding EMOTIONALLY without a word or a tear. You who stare are all ACTIVE prostitutes who are staring and talking smack about me. Maybe bartenders everywhere are learning to call a wh**e a wh**e to his/ her face. Sometimes all of the deceit comes to be a unity when you realize that you did not know, and could not control, what has happened to you in your sleep. There is a reckoning arising and EVIL is very real. It is a moment to moment element I deal with and create to destroy. Well I will travel to AZ next week and everyone will just have to be their own entity. You are all in too deep to say no. Learn to collect info with respect and save for complete eviseration of slavemaster and demon maker later.