Pointless Feeling

Staying in the grass, I lie quietly and watch the lions stalk the water buffalo. Freaky put all over me. I must just trust the sky to not fall on me. There are moments of trust, but not a lifetime as of yet. Purity is not easy to be in a space and place that is so dirty. Couples move in on me to do the Pagan witchcraft/ Satanism skeme. They look calm, but not really elite. This place is infested today. The Ukraine would be a safer place for me to be. Now THAT is a statement on "Minnesota nice." Labelling me weird is not going to get you all off the hook. I know what you are doing, and my external crew does as well. If you do this to me, what will you do to them?