Love for Fred

John, the carriage horse, was ultra responsive to me tonight. I love him to infinity. He is downtown divinity. He HATES everyone else. He sees you all as totally lazy. Oh well, what is the opinion of a horse anyway? EVERYTHING to me. Love love love his stature and maturity. He says that Mr. Ed should have been a DOG actually. Maybe he was behind my eyes when I watched The Gay Divorcee last night with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Afterlife club is beginning. They are a mean team. Fred was always silent, but was the first actual FBI Agent. He "practiced" in L.A., and now his gifts are even going up against The Kardashians and Ryan Seacrest today. These almighties will act in a court of law to protect me and their beautiful imagery on film. What we see was not reality. In that time and space people were fairly ugly and there was a blindness to all populations. IMAGERY was what they lived actually and they got around just fine. If you knew the true Hollywood view, you would all see it as CREEPY, especially this Halloween. I suggest NO SEANCES ever again. You are talking to your own telepathies, not to the dead undead. Raising "spirits" will occur and the warlockery will terrify and never stop.