The Mavens of Wes Craven

The darkness is the light as I am slammed from behind. Hit my skull just perfectly and I become the charm that the rabid Wiccans prey for. The room was locked and hidden from my eyes and memory for so long. A rage inside of me should have consumed me long ago. The creepy dialogues and exams have me privy to coven abuse by land and sea. They will go at you actually. You have a doctorate degree, but it will not mean much in Israel Pennetentiary. Your cruelty will just BE as my lamas tunnel thru. Chung Moo Quan will beat your eyes more every day thru every woman in your vicinity. They are THE dojo show, and my memory softness made my form and frolic the baby of the dojo. Polygay made my heart chakra play. Maybe Engineer Vipassna meditators will show you the rage they showed me because YOU are nothing, not me. The illusions are strong, but your intrusions are stronger. My hawk and eagle eye remain and my psychic intuitive side had been governmentally tested. I will deal with the aching all around me, and you will slowly GO INSANE in front of everyone on LSD TV.