One Mind Critique

I will just say that I made it today. I feel hostility in the atmosphere. I miss my own mindscape from 2 days ago. There is desertion in the ranks. I feel gentle and free beneath. I will be staying down low this week. I am in a space that things return that I have sent away. I write off the tip of my brain today and I see sporting community as those who are waning and unsure about being the reality. I have spent a block of time getting a banking matter taken care of. I will journey on and click the other end of the revolver. Pennies from heaven drop in my lap, but not much more. Maybe I was not the best in my mind, but on paper, I was. Communications will cease and I will see Vladimir Putin behind everyone else's eyes. He has stronger world tunnel through the Dalai Lama. We are like puppets on a string for this man. Now he will never be king. The ring of irony does not merge well with the days of the USSR and the Russia of today will not forgive. Maybe the keys of the Kremlin are a device that will now lock HIM in isolation in the basement. He has to learn somehow. Is that what you are thinking NOW, Vladimir? I stay silent about it all. There is nothing that you can extract today. You will have to do it all by yourself.