A New Emu

I am here. Hear my calls to heaven as those with torture in their hearts eye me creepily. Test me no more, just listen to the flapping of the butterfly and hummingbird wings. A new set of ears who I feel can make order of the disorder and chaos sits near in a Beatle tie. My gorillas may greet you in your dreams this week. BOUNDARIES is what I stress in this time of diress. Some topics are off limits. The sacrifice of my bones and soul still sits aching as the satanistic strain puts COAL on the fire. I give wood chips to you to create a flaming circle of protection for you and only you. I function a little worse every day as everyone talks and judges every moment and movement of my existence. Just know that POLICE get a little too curious at times. I need them to stay away from my front porch until they are able to do the right and honorable things. My soft skin can no longer bear the pushing, shoving, and beating. Your laughs are not lost on me. I guess I am the big joke because I survived it all and I have such a tattered memory. Keep talking big man and they will shut you away soon enough. I do not feel like it, but I do have notoriety. Hopefully a song from inside of me will blow the lid off of this whole situation soon enough.