Dreamy Heartbeats

A journey sick with strange and violent dreams in the night. SHARK was the star in my chamber last night. I was almost hit by a red train trolley, and Leonardo DiCaprio was playing with me emotionally. I told him that he should wear a snazy PEACH suit to a renound entity funeral where everyone else was wearing white. There were raspberry bushes in the background growing blackberries that turned into granny smith small apples. It was strange strange strange. There were pictures of people partying together that actually had me in them looking beautiful. This is so not my earthly experience. When you have something, it is much easier to take comfort after comfort away. I had moderation, so the loss was only excruciating, not torture, until more recently, in my mind that protected me. The angles of light play like Kenny in Glasgow (Scotland) that "day." By the time I got to Montrose on the train with my mom and stepfather Greg, the pain was no longer containable. We stayed with one of his professors from St. Mary's School of Divinity, St. Andrews Scotland. I called my boyfriend in the states and sobbed in the key of F, lobbing the grenade at volume 11. The cables between Britain and Ireland had never been tested so much. As we look at the concept of KLAN, just know that Kenny was never part of mine or anyone near me. I chose violence from him over an explosive multicontinent sexcapade. I think that that is now evident today. Kenny they are now coming your way. You have no idea how much Klan is in my klan.