Peyton, They've Got Your Telepathy

In this moment, I find a blankness in my brain. There is so much and nothing at all. So many tides coming in to just go out again. Creepy photo shots coming my way for no reason at all. It is becoming apparent that eye witnesses in Hawaii existed, daily, and no one did a damn thing. I cling to the hand of mercy and virulent strain violence, my brother, Peter. Our memories are not lock and key, but the plans for me are apparent this week. Well, Barak, you are through. People may see you, but they know that is SLAVERY of them by you in ALL nations. They gather evidence and sanity to be on TV properly. Now that the Kamakazi's have touched down, I say NO DIE, sing for me instead, HEROHITO. You are a prince that I can stand in this land. Time with my brother is scarce and that is very hard on me. There is no place to land. Planes are flying normal again. No more fires in the sky, so STAY on the ground. Pleasures infinity may find you, and you can be an infinity divinity for all to see. Watch out for the Vietnamese. They are creepy and diseased next to yee. Too much airtime, in a nonartistic or spiritual way. CLASSIC is all of yee in Japanese tree. No gun, shogun is the plan around me. Observe closely or from a distance. YOU are your god on this type of TV. You are the only one left alive. Enjoy. Enough said.