Hammer to the Brain

Brits coming through. I have little to say, and then all of a sudden, more. Finding the surfaces polished leaves me with no dates on my calander book. I try to seem cordial, but I cannot go back. I leave behind the settling for anything in my immediate vicinity that cannot spawn my creative edge, or be a he that I romantically feel a striking draw, but I say "no" for intellect instead. I don't want to go to bed. I want a ping pong Oxford match instead, INSPECTOR. Love it or die away. I will live in a cage today and get my mother off the crystal meth that is social services around me. She must be her own unity and be a wife before a mother actually, if this is to work properly. Affairs are dirty business, especially if they are married women with and WOMAN on the side. I have had to deal with a lot, but I WILL NOT deal with that on the UMC dramady tv. Sad, but true, I am the ONLY heterosexual on the planet. Oh well, I am making a new crew of hetero's that will be a royal mess every day as we journey and forage through the forest and glen. I just wrote my YOU'RE FIRED note cordially to social work nation. It will set legal precedence, actually, because I let this worker know about 1.5 years ago the evidence that I am actually royalty and my mother kept it from me and ran me through EVERY system that violates privacy and body INFINITY. Dr. Shrandt(NEUROLOGY) (Medical Arts BLDG.-downtown) will always stand. He ran all the tests and then challanged my mother right in front of me. He said, "She had massive BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TO THE HEAD in early infancy and consecutively after." My mom eschewed the facts, and we walked away. Well I HEAL MYSELF, and now everyone else is going to as well. The damage is still there, but my thinking and neurology of thought moves through even my strengthening MUSCLES every day. Your crimes are there. The doctor made a report with police, but they wrote nothing down. He needed to go higher because it was military. NOW things are clear. People report that I am guilty for the crimes they perpetrate on me and/ or all of society. Even the carriage horse, John, knows that today. Love love, kiss kiss