Geisha For Free

Well "DAD", they are coming. Just point your bow this way one more time and see what happens. You are the worst barbarist that has ever existed. I met the incarnation of Jack the Ripper in Muncie, IN. He was a painter in that past life and he is in this as well. He was very good looking. We met at the downtown library as you stalked down the street, and he took me directly to his studio. In my memory, that exists today, he disappeared after that. People are not going to think that your past is sexy, "DAD". Dosing me at the age of 3 with heroine and then throwing me in a hole to go cold turkey for 3 days without light or contact, has given me blindness to be kindness and then past telepathic and telekinetic intuitive review. Another entity spilled the beans that these dreams are heroine induced. Stay out of my vicinity and don't even say the word HOPE or you could be arrested today. Let's just say that my biggest stalker "fan" has turned it around today, and now YOUR "suffering" will be his fodder, and your reality will be more and more Japanese horror each day, until Irish RIVERDANCERS take you to a horror town undefined (I saw the true Riverdance, on no drugs at all, with you but funded by a drug company, with you one night. We sat fairly in the center about 3 rows from the stage. It was probably really stupid of you to kill the number one geisha in Tokyo, Japan, when you were on leave with my mother Mary. You SAW your mother's face in his eyes (thus it became known to you that you were at least HALF Japanese), and the ship docked and timed you actually. I am now the most famous international/ Japanese HOMICIDE detective in the world. My international Medical Examination skills say it is a barbaristic, almost Jack the Ripper Inverse, autopsy that was ruled a SUICIDE (which means SAMAURI/ thus is honorable/ you thought is was a disgrace even in death) at the time. I would say HALAL meat slaughter on that one. Good luck peeps on catching up with me. I am here to FREE my mother Mary. She IS the only one. Mom (who is ACTUALLY my mother), put on that old orange "wripped up" komono you gave me to play with as a small child and take a shot of CHILLED Patron silver Tequila today. Your secrets are safe with me. ONLY I am licensed to write your biography. It is my white light, minding your grey that gets us there today. For you, begin with HAIKU, of the darkest sides of you. You are not HIM. It is time for you to drop the ROBE of Swede, and become your ASIAN poetic mastery.