Black Cat Sabatoge

My sensitivity grows every day. My empathy for a soldier with no empathy or even sentiment helps to balance out that "malady." I just witnessed a black cat be hit by a car. He was able to run away after he was thrown off the hood of the car. I sat silent, fighting the true malady of tears, but I stayed at the bus stop and did not chase him to see if he was okay. I told the bus driver and she empathized with me. I think that she was more worried about me than the cat. She told of witnessing a dog be hit. After that few minutes of discussing, I sat down and just stared in silence. I know not what it all means, but I wish not to on this day, and in this hour. We approach Halloween and people see it as symbolic, but not me. I just move in the same ways. I continue to write about blight. I call in the mystical to concentrate on the moon instead of what they see on tv. I form opinions as I move through the sludge of today's existence. Last night, I was tweeting on a late night star, and I used voice command on my phone to print out, "I am being a being." and it printed out, "I am being a BITCH." There was a surge of satanistic energy from underground jew male colony (rich, good looking, and underground). It was a little scary, but it broke a case in NYC for FBI opportunity to stay away. It is definitely worth it. I now go from being a medium medium, to a high medium, thus my privacy is of the utmost importance for all industry and community. I guess that is holy. I have worked hard, endured a lot, and now I see a momentary fruit of my labor. At least that cat was not ME.