Galactic Pathology

I was thinking about how I would respond to a law enforcement professional if he asked me about my activities and writing. I thought that I would say that I am exploring the apocolyptic changanges that affect the Earth, moon, and sun simultaneously while populations settle in ways that a mere eclipse could send a certain group into genocidal conflict. I move forward in a quiet and meditative way to weed out the noise in the environment that is sadistic and satanistic. An African American woman went completely screaming psychopathic on the bus yesterday. It is THOSE voices that will be silenced with the machetes of Sierra Lione. Crazy is ritualism to the nth degree and it will not be accepted any longer, especially in the tender zone that is Russia. All of you put the noose around my neck again and again, but I am still fighting for the silence and the glory. Time to be invisible is part of it all even for the grand gorillas of The Como Zoo society. Yesterday I met a silent military one who, after me, was able to speak. I will continue to mind the lovely Irish store on Grand as Druids begin to SEE the Earth travel toward the moon and, in itself, become a star.