For Jorge

The silence at my residence is going well, Dalai. I feel the embrace of Asia as I "move amongst the cabin." Telepathy is gentle and purifying for all. I feel like Jorge is testing cleaner. He will rule with a certain compassion for Latino males. In understanding, he is the number one kingpin in the world in an organized and federali form. He owns every coke plant on the planet and drives a different car every day. One day he came on a motorcycle. I think that he is just ready to speak honestly in community. Just BE RESPECTFUL, Jorge, and you can share whatever is on your mind about me. We intersect when it is time. I do not seek to make you Buddhist, and I will gladly speak to you even at my apartment building. I just remove myself from the confrontation and ritualism of every day there. When I go in the common area with my notepad it is so harsh. I now know how really terrified I have been. I am going back to my room and sobbing. I do not let myself cry normally, but I cannot hold in the pain of years of torture anymore. These systems have, very publicly, eaten me up and spit me out with such brutal cruelty for 12 years without respite. Of course I chose the man who is the angel of death over all others in community. He played behind the scenes and I was a sex toy for all of his constant desires for 9 months. He only let me out maybe once a week to be ravaged by all community in his sick "spiritual gift" game. His rage was complete and his tunnel through was all community. The choking seemed like nothing and I died time and time again during sexuality. I would just be unable to move as he devoured as long as he wished. I am now ready to live in a different way. Society is not part of the plot at this point. Privacy is the top secret of every day more and more. Jorge, I dedicate this entry to you. I am here for you even if I find spirits to be artistic, and in body, MUSES for me.