Keep Your Service Weapon In Vicinity

I watched the whole first season of "Orange is the New Black" last night through the hours of most people's sleep. I see a Latino female bride weaving through that project. It is connection through a spiritual similarity of community that I sense. Latinos are minding their networks right now, big time. Everyone back off and just let her sing karaoke if she wants to already. In my pain, I release my worth and girth through song. I have memories of times that I counted more and found less than life on this planet that hated me so vehenemently. There is some masterful poetry flowing toward me from my master line deputy tree. He is so beautiful if he just gives up being so ugly to me. The moment we met he stood against the wall, still staring directly at me as I sat in the court room holding cell. His eyes were so blue. Then, as he cuffed me for court, he brushed my hand so sensually. It definitely was not a mistake, but it was an anomily. I told no one and just waited to see if the process held him in it again. I think that the next time he found me doing yoga (on my back lifting my hips) on the bench. He looked, but said nothing. I remember him walking through as I sung, "The Greatest Love of All" to great applause in the hallway, the court, and the cells too. Maybe I started a thing that could not be held back TODAY when a new latino view sees it all as holy in a demonic zone so infinity with negativity that only a demon king like him could "save me", and boundary their impropriety from Muncie. MASTER, I miss you. Come by any time. I will take you out for tea.