Being Specific

Writing in the library, I feel a bit naked to all of the scrounging around me. The loss of the internet on my computer causes an unplanned shift in my schedule and vicinity. Maybe the Patriot's will play better for this new wierd melody to their malady. I see them perfectly, on another plane, and I share some poetry to cheer them on their way. Restarting neural processing centers can be a BEAR, but no longer will that destruction be allowed in the locker room. I direct, you all decide what is correct. I know not what follows me today, but I feel a screaming negativity. People without the authority or notoriety chase and think that they have the basis for the use of HATE CRIME legislation, for me bearing my soul yesterday around a certain "community." Well a hate crime has to actually be applied to a case where death and dismemberment has occurred in some way with a member or members of minority populations. There must be some sort of message scrawled on or above the corpse, and the person must be free of legal disease, meaning they must have a clean record. It will now be used by people around me to assist dictators in The Middle East who need a rest in the U.S. for a year or two. Matching maladies in your brains that do not make a logical connection will bring a dementia and loss of intelligence for that person or group of persons. I do not mean to set people up, and that is how I set people up with their own retarded confessions and pride about violation, actually. The setting sun is in me, and who knows what is next on the screen? Be vindictive and people will walk away and write it down, not report it to police. FEAR is now a reality that might even be felt by all of you towards these creatures this week. Tony, I am disappointed, but I already shared the night with you and Sean with my therapist. I know not what that means. Maybe it was hate crime and I never lost my mind, so no one knew.