What I See

Fatigue is my closest melody of malady today. I am disconnected and lacking in guidance, spiritually. I am working to heal for real. Entities state that they are finding an emotional and intellectual PEACE. Nations will be ruled differently. Separate and not equal. Fame and fortune are just fortes of the unknown today. Slaves can be on tv actively, and not know their mothers, actually. I let the undercover research be left to person to explore on his own. I deal with hostility from environment and tv. It is not okay, but there are lines being drawn, especially today. I am just intuitive about the calamities, but it comes to me as well as apocalyptic dreams about J.C. Insane plane ride with he, and Math and Physics tribe last night. It is not a plight in my eyes, it is a FIGHT. Yeah, rah rah. I sit in a coffee shop fish bowl and I return telepathy politely to infinity. Fiction is other entity, I am the grand workout that leads to the road of reality. Schitzo frenzy is about to be seen on tv. I move the market the other way, and just continue to report on "tragedy." I am just telling THE story.