Muncie Mission

You can run, but you can't hide. It is all on film. Mr. Dunlop did it in the library with a pen remote viewing camera. People are getting a little uppity about his activity with me. It is no one funkin bee's wax. We had to be free to do war properly. Separate, but together on tv. He is in me and around me in Muncie. We saw the complete eclipse of the sun, daily. I moved with a "spiritual shock collar" on my body. I knew when the wind blew properly, I needed to apply to be all types of fundamental. I would matchmake with flowers from the community. They were so beautiful that year. What kind of hole were we lost in, Mr. D? It was much worse than purgatory for me. I found that even Mr. Wellstone was still alive and living in his hometown of Muncie. Fire began to ring and call. I would rest in a beautiful little bench at a fireman's corner park. That is where I met Tyler and I experienced one night of glory before it became diseased. He was a military MP who had done some time in Hamburg, Germany, and also was part of a huge coke bust at Hurricane Katrina. He had an authentic case of PTSD and he was seeing bags on the street as human extremities. He was so beautiful, and I did find him in the library reading my weblog. I think that it may have really helped him keep his sanity, without vanity, and not shoot himself in the head. Maybe you understand me more today, Tyler. I would love a return scene. Though I do not acknowledge it, you are very special to me, and you were the best sexual experience I have ever had. I do not think that you knew how amazing your energy was and is today. Take care. Love, Hope