A Room With A View

I have begun before the sun. My conversation with Jupiter was a lively one at the bus stop. I now have drops of MERCURY in my EYES. What a night. I found a sacred space where I could see his face. It is an analogy of freedom at the base of my spine. It is a light that then turns AMBER- red hot bright. Locomotion began the commotion. My anatomy is known by me, quietly, and that always shall be for this E.T. This space is a portalling action that is legal in space. There shall be five, one to tour history. You, ASTRAL MIDSHIPMAN, will view, firsthand how time and light function in that space around a general time. Start with The Civil War and work from there. After that, you can set up a settlement on MARS, beginning with Anne Coultier tonight. It just makes perfect sense to me. GENRE accepted by master one and by the submissive light toward me and only me. I now know for certain that something is happening today. Part of keeping people away from me and my work, is reporting to a psychologist once a month. I feel like I have a new space to share that will guarded and reguarded deeply by the lovers of a quantum astral/ astrophysics. There was no pandemonium in this star travel. I took a bath and used my favorite lotion on my dry legs and ankle tattoo. He in me, we found three. Never had he seen that he had actual DESTINY in the space and place where we see evil turn and burn me at least once a week. Now he knows, through written communication, how sick life is to me, daily, because that man was put on my birth certificate just off of Waikiki.