I Just Hit A Whalberg

As I sit here, writing publically, the disease on my computer reflects the disease, or use of ritualistic abilities my way, around me. It is not smart, but if that is the card you wish to play, I will stick in a movie today. I have PAIN and GAIN and SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS. There is more and more that you all cannot see, and I do deal with Hollywood community, remotely. If they are in vicinity, they are not visible to me. Head injury, as baby, created a condition of hierarchy. If you are gonna play me, you aren't gonna play. My eyes see the variety of nobodies around me. I see the mezzanine, that is local news tv, but even THEY can go away dependent on their attitude that day. All the vanity and insanity of nations, communities, and beings. I just continue to move and be in the bubble of supreme concentration in very busy spaces. It is the only way to truly hone your craft. A bee can talk to me, if need be, but NOT Marlon Brando. Even CALL me a HO this week, and them is fightin words. Maybe The Whalberg Brothers spent some time with me, in my private room, at Fairview Riverside Hospital planning my musical career on top of treating THEIR disease. Let's compare THEM to others on Hollywood scene today or the deceitful SCOOBY DOO gang headed by Freddy Prince JR/ always. I just jump into the telepathic stream and I do what is asked of me. I know the realities and just believe that I am putting positivity into the universe and creating beings who CAN lead with the gifts they have been given in the midst of their disease. La la la. Na na na. Ba ba ba.