My Favorite Number Is Seven

A tumultuous tornado has been spiraling this week. I finally broke down into tears. Between the nightmares and the people who need too much from me in my exhaustion, I feel like I have no real choices. I am stressed by those behind and in front of cameras of all varieties. The game was always made so that there was so much that NO ONE would believe me. The evidence is there, but no one cares. Maybe I have found a new key in a new type of therapist's chair. Maybe she can see inside of me and has knowledge about things around me since the 70's. I back away from the researching community around me, and move into the bitterness of the police that could be helpful today. Maybe there are court records that are being opened around people around me today. They have been treated like they were so stupid, but it was just that they really didn't care. Now that was stupid, but maybe they are opening to reality today. Criminal Justice will begin to be seen as a totally different degree from now on forward. Metro State University is my center of my Crimianl Justice especially against people with disabilities. I am adjunct professor there and began with overseeing a Blind Professor teaching a composition class. Of course it was all of MY work. My lab mate was an officer from that program named John. He worked at AAA Minneapolis with me. He very much knows how crooked Golden Valley Police department is. Muncie, IN, close your mouths and files today before you are all behind bars. Deputy Sheriff Officer, Jeremy Dye, can definitely do it in one fell swoop. He knows the heart of it all, and turned away before the violation would never cease. Now the Earth sees these women out there as oversexed and awfully dangerous. I close the doors of my mind today and I let those in law enforcement community to clean up the mess that is the ACTUAL story behind the death of a man who chose to be PURPLE. I choose LAVENDER scent and color. YOU are so holy. See BEHIND the lab tests and see how mighty a prescription pad can be. I have stayed away, but my code 112 stands in the Navy still today (my birthday 11/22, thus 112). I have never taken The Hypocratic Oath because part of my work in medicine will be to openly torture people as I have been tortured to infinity. Okay, I have seen that stupid street by First Avenue, already. My LAVENDER KING will represent me in a court of law, even in The Middle East. I will remain nameless and faceless. Words will just exist on a page. He is my new M.D. RESIDENT torturer. I will be an adjunct professor through the family medical school (and medical examiner's school/ Dr. Peterson), the University of Minnesota. I will stand as SEVEN HAS YOU WATCH THEM FALL. Maybe it is my intellect and savyoifaire.